Second Vector * Action

[onewayroad]

[It's late afternoon, early evening, the sky's just started to get dark. A slender figure exits from the woods. He looks oddly solemn, if a little satisfied. As he approaches the sidewalked parts of campus, he pauses to survey the buildings. He taps a foot against the grassy earth beneath him; nothing special, just aimless tapping. He nods his head silently without looking down. Then he bends his knees and, with the swiftness of a spring-loaded catapult, jumps onto the roof of the nearest building in one fell swoop. There, he begins racing across the rooftops, springing upward or sprinting forward until he lands on the top of the tallest building. Distance and height are no obstacle. His speed is insane.

So if you're outside this evening, you just might spot a blur of a figure running from rooftop to rooftop until he finally leaps from the tallest building. At the last second he lands easier than a leaf that floats its way onto the ground. He straightens, brushes his hands together, and heads for the nearest vending machine.]

Need a drink. And after that, it's time to check the perimeters of this place. Just how large it is.

Comments

[onewayroad]

You must have lived a very sheltered life.

[Accelerator, you are not one to talk here.]

[tsunball]

Not at all, man! I was super popular at school [ that's.. sort of a lie.. ] and even way outside that! [ the same. ]

There's no way in hell you can call me sheltered!

[onewayroad]

Popularity and shelteredness aren't mutually exclusive.

[eyeroll]

In fact, frequently they go hand in hand.

[tsunball]

How the hell does that work?!

[onewayroad]

Because being popular doesn't make you worldly. You can be the big shot of the fish tank you were born and still know jack shit about everywhere else.