Technical Funambulist [Tag: Isaiah ]
The atmosphere of Fort Frolic had been dead for quite some time, even better when it stayed that way. Though every now and then some poor soul would stumble in this area that Aurora had now and again called home.
A small crawl space up above the ground, not easy to reach. She preferred the quiet and the distance from others.
Although today she wasn't so lucky.
Down below she saw a figure- though at this distance Aurora can't tell who it is exactly. Only the sound idle footsteps echoing through the empty halls really gives them away. She crawls out to get a better look, old pieces of ceiling crumble to the ground, an easy indication of her position.
And the figure below looks up as the debris falls.
The drop down isn't much as she lunges forward, gravitating into a tumble. Aurora quickly gathers her composure as she lands then leaps forward towards the intruder.
Curly hair, and a scar on his face. He looks familiar, but his name escapes her.
“You're trespassing.”