b⃣u⃣i⃣l⃣t⃣ f⃣o⃣r⃣ i⃣t⃣• (мιleѕ мoraleѕ х oc)

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Tyler opens her eyes.

Condensation has formed into droplets on the ceiling. The water is now cold and uncomfortable. Her toes and fingers have pruned and paled.

She lifts her arm out to stand up, goosebumps spread across her arm from the cool air.
She immediately puts her arm back in the water.

With her eyes shut, she mentally prepares herself.

Literally don't be a little bitch.

She quickly stands up and rushes towards her fluffy towel. With a content hum, she flicks her wrist in the direction of the light switch, shooting a web at an easily achievable task.

Eventually, the bath is drained and her clothes are on. Her wet hair is dripping water onto her faded Foo Fighters t-shirt.

As she looks in the mirror, Tyler takes in the signs of insufficient sleep. Purple tinted strokes paint her under-eyes. She recalls that one 11 year old who had the audacity to say that she looked like Darth Sidious.
Kids are bitches.

Grabbing her bag, Tyler walks into the living room.
The corners of her lips raise when she hears the furious Italian accent of Veruka arguing with someone on the phone.

"Thanks for the soak, V!"

The elderly woman pops her head out from the kitchen, putting the phone on her shoulder as if it could block out her yelling, "Stop getting so filthy," she says while menacingly holding a wooden spoon.
Tyler grins and gives her a thumbs up, closing her apartment door.

When her earbuds are in she rushes down the stairs, begining her walk to the park. She shuffles her 'Brooklyn Baaabiieeee' playlist. The sound of "Kick in the Door" by The Notorious B.I.G. fills her ears. 

Passing by the bodega, her attention is turned towards the TV in the window. Spiderman is being displayed fighting someone on a bridge.

Great, he's gonna be late.
She looks down at her phone and curses.
Fuck, and so am I.

Tyler looks around and spots an empty alleyway. She jogs over and webs to the roof.
Continuing her path to the park, she jumps between each building gap.

Her eyes spot Ganke waiting on a bench. She climbs down the deserted side of the building and runs over to the boy.

"Fina-fucking-lly"

"Hi Gankey-kins!" Tyler pinches his cheeks in a weird aunt-ish way and takes off her earbuds.
Ganke slaps her hands away from his face and pulls her down on the bench.
"Where the hell is Miles? The arcade opens in fifteen minutes."

Tyler lifts her feet onto his lap and leans back, "Where do you think he is?"

Ganke rolls his eyes and checks his watch.
"He's got ten minutes, or we leave without him."

Tyler nods and leans her head back. As Ganke plays with her shoelaces, his eyes rake over her wet hair. Yet her clothes and palms are semi-dirty.
He furrows his brows, "What happened to you?"

Tyler shifts to sit crisscross applesauce, "Oh, you know, a bit of after shower gardening. You know how hard I fuck with basil."
Ganke slowly nods, not buying it.

The entirety of information known about Tyler Amos is as follows:
1: Annoying as hell
2: Loud as hell
3: Kinda stupid for someone who goes to Visions Academy
4: Freakishly strong
5: No family
Other than that, the girl is a puzzle.