1 Sightseeing (Private, Invite only, NO KILL) Wed Jan 28, 2015 6:30 pm
Exor
D-rank
Yujiro's feet flailed about the edge, rocking back and forth. With no support from his bottom-half, his arms lay still among the dry-- shabby tiles. His visage is struck, though by beams of a balmy mood. And he smiles-- lids closed to enjoy the entirety of his view. From where he sat, the city was available to view. His lightened-- coral iris' beamed, once opened. And he scanned the surrounding area with a fleeting glance; it only fixed upon conversations below, and events that caught his eye. His lips remained curled, conveying a buoyant message for any and all to see.
The air was still, and misty; a bit dense for him to spy on long-distant relations. Though he tried, and peered through the heavy air with squinted eyes.
He spoke to himself in hushed tones, "This is so peaceful," and he'd be right. For some reason, this very spot'd be the same one he'd always go to, no matter what trouble clogged his mind. There was just something about the set mood, and view from up here. The perfect place to sight-see.
A passing glance is cast over his shoulder, scanning the various rooftops.
His slate grey hair blew in the passing breeze, brushed from his eyes. A hand rose to do the same, either way-- and used as support for any other hair that tried to do the same. A single digit pressed along his scalp, running down .. and down. It continued, and so he did he; a constant vision spread along the area. It was like he was an eagle, or a hawk.
And his body eventually lifted, feeling cleansed from any and all sinful thoughts. Making his way back down, he turned about face-- leaning forth to re-press his hand against the old tiling. And his feet hopped down; body in tow. The building he rested on is scaled, albeit in the opposite direction. And he tries to climb down from window to window-- pipe to pipe. "Hmph!" he grunted, continuing on. The ground's nearing, and with every passing second-- every minute, he envisions himself coming closer and closer. Until eventually, with a heavy 'thud,' he reached in a lowered crouch.
His body rose, and straightened, scanning the road full of travelling individuals.
The air was still, and misty; a bit dense for him to spy on long-distant relations. Though he tried, and peered through the heavy air with squinted eyes.
He spoke to himself in hushed tones, "This is so peaceful," and he'd be right. For some reason, this very spot'd be the same one he'd always go to, no matter what trouble clogged his mind. There was just something about the set mood, and view from up here. The perfect place to sight-see.
A passing glance is cast over his shoulder, scanning the various rooftops.
His slate grey hair blew in the passing breeze, brushed from his eyes. A hand rose to do the same, either way-- and used as support for any other hair that tried to do the same. A single digit pressed along his scalp, running down .. and down. It continued, and so he did he; a constant vision spread along the area. It was like he was an eagle, or a hawk.
And his body eventually lifted, feeling cleansed from any and all sinful thoughts. Making his way back down, he turned about face-- leaning forth to re-press his hand against the old tiling. And his feet hopped down; body in tow. The building he rested on is scaled, albeit in the opposite direction. And he tries to climb down from window to window-- pipe to pipe. "Hmph!" he grunted, continuing on. The ground's nearing, and with every passing second-- every minute, he envisions himself coming closer and closer. Until eventually, with a heavy 'thud,' he reached in a lowered crouch.
His body rose, and straightened, scanning the road full of travelling individuals.
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