want to see it all give me more

[bye_felicia]

There's little enough for Victra to do in this city that she finds herself falling into a respectable but rather boring routine. Every morning she exercises: runs through the whole city, swims through the ocean to the farthest buoy, goes to the gym and shames muscle-bound men who think they can out-lift her. She practices with her razor until her muscles start to ache. She sees Jesse; she sees Lincoln. She tries to read something but usually fails. She works on the movie when she's scheduled. And she drinks every night. It leaves a lot of down time, during which she finds herself at loose ends.

Today, she takes the long way back to her apartment. Her razor's curled around her arm like an overlarge bracelet and there's still a light sheen of sweat on her. She feels good, from the endorphins exercise has given her. She hears a rumble before she sees the bike, a low roar that breaks through the relative monotony of the city around her. She likes that. She turns her head and sees the speed and grace with which the bike and its rider move, weaving through other cars, the street.

By chance, the woman on the bike seems to be headed for the shop just in front of Victra and she slides into the driveway with a sharp turn. Victra grins.

"Nice bike."

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[notrocketscience]

It's not the same as being out in the country, where Raven can really let the bike loose and break any and all speed limits. She likes the feeling of the wind in her hair, the rumble of the bike underneath her, the way the trees move past her almost in a blur. In the streets it's not quite the same, but she still pushes the limit a little, still drives probably a little faster than she should, weaving through traffic easily.

It's not Zero-G, but it's the closest thing she has in this place to that kind of thrill. She's about halfway home when she passes a bakery and decides that she could definitely use a coffee and something sweet, and she cuts across traffic and pulls sharply into the driveway after a split second's decision.

When she stops, there's a woman watching her, and Raven does a double take. She's more than a foot taller than Raven easily, gold hair and eyes like Raven's never seen. She grins as she takes her helmet off, swinging her good leg over the bike and cutting the ignition. "Thanks," she answers, giving the bike a fond look before she turns back to the woman in front of her. "You should see her when she really gets going."