Roof Hopping ((Open))
May 5, 2011 14:57:44 GMT -5
Post by zeppelin on May 5, 2011 14:57:44 GMT -5
Liam clawed his way to the top of the factory he worked in. Climbing had become second nature to him and he scaled the back wall with ease using window ledges and iron gutters. The rooftops were like a second home to him now and when he stood up he breathed in deeply. For some reason the air even tasted cleaner, it was like being liberated from a thousand pounds of oppressive thoughts. Some people used drugs like morphling, but for Liam the roof was enough of an escape.
Today was an unusually cold evening, but every icy breeze through his uncombed, messy hair made him smile. It wasn't common for Liam to smile, his life seemed dominated by either the pressures of family obligations or the empathy he felt for anyone who was upset, scared or stressed. It was an even worse time of the year, the Hunger Games were just beginning and people's emotions were always on edge.
Liam sprinted across the roof, his brown hunting jacket that was lined with gray wolf fur, shielded his skin from the cold. Without really thinking about it, he cleared three foot gaps inbetween buildings until he came to the last one and climbed to its highest point. From here he could see nearly everything. People walking around below, unaware that even existed. This was the tranquility he longed for.
Rivaling the height of the factory was an apple tree. Liam leaned over and yanked a round green apple from it's limb which made all the branches start to sway. He brought the fruit to his mouth and breathed on it twice wiping it on his arm. When he brought it back to his lips again and sunk his teeth in it, his taste buds nearly exploded with the tart taste. It wasn't entirely ripe, but it tasted good nonetheless and Liam sat crouched on his rooftop looking down at the people walking around below.
Today was an unusually cold evening, but every icy breeze through his uncombed, messy hair made him smile. It wasn't common for Liam to smile, his life seemed dominated by either the pressures of family obligations or the empathy he felt for anyone who was upset, scared or stressed. It was an even worse time of the year, the Hunger Games were just beginning and people's emotions were always on edge.
Liam sprinted across the roof, his brown hunting jacket that was lined with gray wolf fur, shielded his skin from the cold. Without really thinking about it, he cleared three foot gaps inbetween buildings until he came to the last one and climbed to its highest point. From here he could see nearly everything. People walking around below, unaware that even existed. This was the tranquility he longed for.
Rivaling the height of the factory was an apple tree. Liam leaned over and yanked a round green apple from it's limb which made all the branches start to sway. He brought the fruit to his mouth and breathed on it twice wiping it on his arm. When he brought it back to his lips again and sunk his teeth in it, his taste buds nearly exploded with the tart taste. It wasn't entirely ripe, but it tasted good nonetheless and Liam sat crouched on his rooftop looking down at the people walking around below.
