ferris wheels & police sirens ;
The sound of the cold watch against his wrist is the only thing that reminds him that life is still moving. With the way the city sits deserted and silent, it’s hard to tell that anything’s alive at the moment. His footsteps are quiet, and he’s creeping around like a thief as he ventures closer and closer to his destination. He has one goal in mind, and he’s sure it’ll snag him a spot on the “coolest things mankind has ever done” list. That is, if he doesn’t get caught in the process of doing so. It’s risky, he knows, but that’s precisely why there’s a grin on his face and fire behind his eyes. Jinyoung lives for the thrill, and if this isn’t something thrilling, he’s not sure what is.
He feels almost like a burglar with the way he’s dressed from head to toe in black. On any other day it wouldn’t have made a difference. Black is a common colour in the attire of a growing young man whose life seems to be at a peak; whether a peak of distress or success is debatable. However, today he’s dressed in the blackest of black. The sort of black that reminds you that black holes exist. The sort of black you’ll wear to a funeral. The sort of black he paints walls with when he leaves his name on territory he’s claimed. Yes, that sort of black. The sort of black that’ll prevent him from being seen as he approaches the fence lining the amusement park parking lot.
His eyes scan the area, making sure that no one’s in sight as his fingers curl around the metal wiring. So much effort put into such a feat only because he doesn’t have enough money to actually get into the amusement park when it’s open in the mornings. Plus, this is just so much cooler. He’s staring at the security camera as he taps his fingers against the fence in thought. He’s bound to be caught on tape, but as long as he’s out of there before the police come, he should be good, right? Sirens should be blaring in his head, telling him not to do something so reckless, so stupid. But nothing seems to work. Nothing seems to have such an effect on the male that it keeps him at bay. Nothing except for the halt of a figure near by, footsteps too close for comfort.
Great. He’s been seen. Now there’s an eyewitness who will surely be the death of him in court. Not because he’s breaking in and entering, but because the sight of the other man has him considering more violent things. Knocking him out would be a good one, then there’d be no one to rat him out. He’s shaking the thought out of his head quickly because he’s clearly been watching too much Criminal Minds. So instead, he decides to take yet another slight risk. “Hey man,” He shoots the other a wave, an amiable grin on his face. “You wanna help me out here? Trying to climb this damn thing.” Roping the innocent into his ploy -- a terrible thing to do, but good things come in threes twos.