You're Not Ready [[OPEN]]

[ASHLYN SKYLAR VALENTINE]

Her hands touched the wall instinctively. Ran along the surface. Feeling. Judging. Accounting for every nook and cranny that may exist. Where does it crack and just out. Where does it swell and where does it curve in. What are it's imperfections?
She focused every atom of her being on the beginning. It was a new surface. Not completely smooth, but much smoother than she was used to working with. Her hands moved slowly up the wall and she pulled, losing about a half of inch of height as her weight was added. No matter how little the weight, she was going to slid. Physics dictated that, not that it dictated much else when Ashlyn was involved. Blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face, her feet came next. Though clad in boots her shins and knees still stuck to the surface. While bare feet would've been preferable there isn't that option on a mission. And no matter how much you train with your power if you're not prepared for a mission, you're royally fucked. Again she slid slightly, and she prayed that she wouldn't fall to the ground. Luckily, she hadn't. For now... she reminded herself easily, moving upwards slowly. She would slip soon. Ashlyn could sense it with every fiber of her being but the closer she got this time meant next time she could get even closer. She wasn't allowed to stop today until she reached the ceiling. An order that both angered her and yet pushed her.
And then she slid. Not fell. But slid easily to the ground. She landed crouched on the ground below and looked at the wall intently. Once again she would stare at the wall and memorize every imperfection, like she'd done so often before with walls and humanity. She would reach the ceiling. And then she would move onto the next step. She would never be seen. Nor heard. She would be completely gone. And that was the goal wasn't it? To disappear from humanity almost completely?
Placing her palm flat on the wall, she took a deep breath and began once more. It was a goal. And order. And Ashlyn would not be happy till she finished. Something that was both good and dangerous.

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i stand at ten feet tall but its only 377 words short. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to open. this picture of perfection is totally complete. in the end i just say this i'm bitchin. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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