Snake Plissken counted his steps as he silently traipsed the dark, concrete rooftops. The sky was dark and the air thick with night, although the lights from the city underneath provided some visibility. Tripping over himself or taking a nasty ride down the edge was less of a possibility.
There was a sense of urgency in the way he moved - quickly, but silently. He’d spent his time holed up, hidden from the watchful eyes of the blackbellies. Now was a good time as any to sneak away. The alleyways had no secret paths to exploit; the ends were merely brick walls, which was better for hiding away or as a place to sleep.Booze was guaranteed to quell his nerves, and Plissken figured that he deserved it. He had money saved from some petty heist he committed months ago, enough to spend on good vodka and whisky.
Plissken carefully made his way towards the adjoining roof, his stocky frame briefly visible in the light. For someone who was famed for escaping any trap, Snake hardly looked sneaky. He was sort of tall, and well-muscled rather than lean. Whatever caught the bastards off guard, he supposed. Tight clothes only accentuated his musculature, which was useful for intimidation when his height wouldn’t do the trick. His left eye was covered by a black eye-patch, which certainly shielded his expression from being read. Still, Snake was undeniably handsome, in a strange, rugged way. Brown hair that reached the end of his neck framed his face, while stubble lined his jaw. Although his features were known by all in the United States, he was still able to blend into the crowd if he needed to.
Snake hissed as he gripped the edges of the fire escape ladder. The bar he scouted out earlier should be nearby. His descent was quick, but gaining good footing first would spare him from pain. Once he reached the damp ground, Plissken cocked his ear. Nothing seemed out of place. He quickly made his way out of the alley, a soft, red glow cast strange shadows on his body as he took long strides towards his destination. His single blue eye slowly traveled up the sign as he stepped closer. Looked like a seedy place, with a reasonable crowd. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d pick up some tail. The scent of cigarettes and raucous voices welcomed him. Plissken looked at the groups of people, most of whom were too occupied to pay him any mind. Those that did looked away quickly. As he made eye contact with the bartender, Snake felt somewhat at ease with the promise of a night of drinking.
