It would have been odd for Natasha to use the front door of her small apartment, it was something to be either kept locked or opened for others. No, Natasha for whatever odd reason she could come up with would always exit out of the window and down the fire escape, no matter the occasion. It gave her both quick access to the roof or down to the alley and streets below, depending ofcourse on which way she wanted to go and how much fun she wanted to have. But for now it was simply a quick run to the store for the odd bits and pieces that her fridge and cupboards were lacking. Keys (however unneeded), wallet and whatever other bits and bobs she came to need were stowed in her otherwise empty backpack as she descended the metal steps with a soft clang clang clang of firm running shoes on the rusty steel. Had it been a better day or her in a more excited mood she may have gone in the opposite direction, up rather than down. From there it was a leap five stories up across the alley below and then over several rooftops and yet more alley jumps until another fire escape and a quick walk to the store. She'd used the route probably more times than just walking, to her it always just seemed so much more interesting to run and jump and climb rather than walk with the rest of the normal people. It was also a chance to push herself, the rooftops were littered with obstacles and dangers that any inexperienced free runner would no doubt hurt themselves on. Air conditioning units to vault, pipes to slide under, hidden drops to consider and that was just what stuck out. Few people realised just how slippery that almost synthetic gravel was on that black, asphalt type polymer that was used to line the roofs, whatever that stuff was called and then there was the pigeon crap that built up. If you wanted to avoid running expensive trainers then yes they had to be avoided, if you didn't want to break and ankle slipping on the stuff then that was also another tick in the avoiding column.<br/><br/>Natasha ran through the motions of this route in her head, sighing as she dropped down from the last rung of the fire escape without use for the ladder, half thinking she should go back up and take that route. She decided against it however, she was already down here and might as well take the pleb's way now. Hey, maybe she'd see some kid spill off of his skateboard onto his face like last time, or have to suppress her laugh at the women in so much fake tan they had an orange tint to them. Now with more happy thoughts in her head Natasha turned out of the short alley and onto the street, making her way at a steady pace towards the local grocery store.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>