night may have fallen, but this city was always illuminated by neon signs and street lights. it wasn’t ideal, at least not for most. but the dim light of the just leaked into the alleyways jaz lurks in. she has to work fast, the sounds of cars passing mulling with the sound of the aerosol can in her hands.
glowing paint drips down as she finishes her tag-- something for other people like her, with quirks. a image that she hoped would show kids with quirks they weren’t alone, others were fighting, resisting. “not bad.” she mumbles to her self, capping the can.her free hand pulls up her mask, the hidden designs beginning to glow as her quirk powered up, fingertips press into the coated bricks before her, the paint on her fingers takes on a neon color, and quickly spreads to the mural she’s created, the blues and greens dancing about as she re-arranged them, the color spreading out, taking over more of the alley’s wall.
the sound of approaching feet breaks her concentration, he gaze quickly turning to the glance down the alley way, brows furrowing as she tries to pinpoint how close the approaching feet are. “shit.” she mumbles, stepping back from the wall too quickly, tripping over her own feet and falling right onto some near by garbage cans. graceful, stealthy, for sure. she’d surely get caught by who ever now, in the act of both vandalizing and using a quirk. @virullcnt
