Turtles and Murals
On patrol again, Ellie fixes her leather jacket. Gun on her right leg and hands on her hips, she keeps watch wherever she went. Too bad her friends weren't around to help tonight, they had ended up getting caught up in other things. A sigh, she jumps the rooftops, trying to see if there was any need for her to be out tonight.
Jumping and landing, she spots a huge wall. Curiosity got the best of her, so she walks on over. There seemed to be something written on the wall. Flashlight in hand, she points it to the wall. A gasp escapes from here, there was a mural! It was made entirely out of graffiti. It seemed fresh, touching the wall, she felt the paint. A whoosh was made, sounded like it was coming from a can, was there someone there?
