moved

          Boredom was dangerous -- not for Roxie herself, but for everyone around her when she was experiencing it. She was probably more dangerous when she was bored than when she was angry. At least when she was angry she had a purpose -- a focused goal that controlled her chaos. When she was bored, there was no ambition keeping her in check. She could get up to whatever act of anarchy or rebellion her vulnerable whims were most drawn to, and depending on what her options were at any given moment, the collateral damage could be potentially devastating.

          She tied up her skates and pulled on her favorite hoodie as she prepared to scout out that day’s options for entertainment. The hum of her wheels on the street provided mundane accompaniment to her scowl of disapproval as she took in the non-events of the world around her. Nothing caught her eye, nothing seemed exciting enough until --

          She spotted a figure similar to herself in stature sporting a familiar expression that Roxie could tell meant she was up to no good. Pursuing this stranger could mean one of two things: Roxie was either about to pick a fight or make a new friend. A friend with a pretty face. Either outcome would lead to the end of her boredom. So, off she went.

          She launched herself in the direction of her target, tossing a smoke bomb that would make it seem as though she instantaneously appeared in the path of the stranger, stopping her in her tracks.