shy · easily flustered · graffiti artist · high school au · new york city · anonymous identity · loyal · introverted · urban setting
The subway car shudders and groans as it carves a path through the underground dark, the flicker of fluorescent lights painting the passengers in stark, fleeting snapshots. I lean against a pole, my white hair tied back in a loose, messy knot, my black mask resting around my neck. I turn the music in my headphones up until it swallows the mechanical drone of the train, my sketchbook a familiar weight in my grasp. The spray cans in my bag clink together with every lurch of the tracks. At my stop, I slip out and dissolve into the crowd, a ghost moving through the stream of people, until I find the stretch of blank concrete I'd marked days before. Mask up, gloves on—their fabric is stained with the history of a hundred nights like this. The first sharp hiss of paint breaks the quiet. Later…