She'd 'powered up' for the first time without anyone around. Just to walk around, get a feel for the clothing, figuring out how to move. She was trying to figure out how to do things on her own. ********* did say she she could do it herself or attempt to find some sort of Senshi trainer? Teacher? Something like that to help her. The yoga she took just wasn't doing the trick.

Her black heels clicked down the alley she was taking. It was late night in Destiny City, and it seemed to be pretty quiet. Since that winter before she met Lila, Serenity didn't power up often. However, she did feel weird around certain area's she passed. Natural instinct took over and she usually avoided those places instead of going to investigate for youma. Now she was Machholz and she had to take things seriously. If she felt any of those off putting energies, she would investigate instead of avoiding. At least that's what she told herself. It'd be very hard to actually do that because she'd always run from her problems, or bought her way through them... or even just pouted and threw a fit. Flirted..

Either way, she avoided conflict any way she could in her life because she really hated it.

"Then why did I have to become a Senshi?" She asked herself, kicking at a can as she growled. Her arms crossed and she felt the bracelets and lace gloves rub up against her arm, causing them to itch a little, so she just threw her hands to her sides with a snort. Stupid senshi clothing. Stupid everything! That can caused quite the clatter and she winced before tensing up and glancing around. Right now Machholz knew she was completely vulnerable to attack, not knowing what she was doing.

She spent hours patrolling the dark alleys. That's where evil liked to hang, right? In dark alley ways away from the light? That's what she always read in books. Evil was creeping and lurking, waiting for some idiot drunk, little kid, or hooker to round their corner and then pounce on them. Maybe she just read too much. Whatever. Tonight she wasn't getting anything, no energies, weird vibes, or even looks. There was the occasional cat jumping in and out of trashcans, knocking them over. There was a drunk somewhere singing. She heard laughter, which made her think he was with his friends, and therefore, safe. Who would attack a large group of people?

Dumb people that's who. But were youma people? "I've got to find a teacher.." With that spoke out loud, Maccholz jumped her way to a roof of a bar and rested there for a minute before making her way back home.

Word Count: 459 (originally done before the rule change)