#dynamite.

12.09.2020

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the complex juts upwards into a precarious point, low railing revealing a scrap of greenery situated at the top- lush at the edges and patchy in turn, it represents the haphazard approach that has generally been taken at dynamite tower. since moving (read, running away to) the city in a shirt broken down two door, lj has held a certain fascination with the fledgling community. billed as a co op for your run down rebels and vigilantes, at odds with the more black and white celebrity focused power structures of good and evil. the aesthetic of it is awkward against the skyline, jammed between sleek new high-rises with it’s half yellowed brick and sloped roof. 

it’s not that tall a building, truthfully, but lijae hasn’t ever attempted a flight this high before. pressing her palms together brings a shimmering disk to life, oblong and big enough for her to hop up on top of it, settles her feet against the solidified disk of shimmering gold. shifting, she flexes slightly, bracing herself as she bends her knees lightly. it’s just a quick recon mission, a glimpse at a world she can’t be a part of, like peering through her fishbowl, and then it’s right back to her apartment slash run down (stolen) car.  with a grunt, she pushes her feet down slightly and feels her power hum to life beneath her, soaring up abruptly as she draws herself upwards, a sudden jolt that betrays the fact that she hasn’t had a lot of a chance to work her skills out. at least, not in a wider, uncontrolled atmosphere. 

as she lifts into the atmosphere, she jams a finger against the button of the walkman on her hip, a muddled rendition of a popular r&b track blaring out tinny and thin from the headphones slnug around her neck. it provides a slight soundtrack as she zips through the air, careening high, high, higher. it leaves her heart racing and her senses spinning, stumbling as she raises one floor, another, third, fourth, until she’s up around the tenth floor and nearing the roof. she’s tired by this point and unsteady on top of it, and she realizes a second too late that she’s losing control. it’s a quick jerk and a sudden jolt and then she’s tumbling down onto the astroturfed surface of the  roof, which someone has clearly attempted to dress up as a semi campground, and she fumbles into a heap.  there’s a groan, as she reaches her hand up to rub against the bruising spot on her skull, squinting at the offending shoes upon which she has landed, lips pursing slightly. she drags herself upright in time to see tattooed knuckles swipe themselves across full lips, blinking against the scattering light of her construction fragmenting, disappearing. 

  She's the deadest girl of my dreams, Lovin' her is like a lobotomy。

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