City nights :: Open
(5) New people have followed you.
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The city is a cold place – both in actuality and metaphorically During the day the streets are buzzing with activity, street vendors, performers, and general citizens moving on through their day, some happy, some sad, all infused with vibrancy and vitality that made city life worth living. But late at night the city begins to weaken, people retire to their apartments, the shops close and clubs open. Occasionally you catch a stray trainer or perhaps a person who had stayed late at work but for the most part the nighttime was the time that the city showed its seedy underbelly. Of course the level at which illicit activity commenced fully depended on which part of the city you happened to be in, but it was omnipresent, looming like a cautionary fog.
Perhaps this was why a certain purple haired man enjoyed the city, sure he would never choose to live there if he had the choice but that wee inkling of danger was enough to keep him interested. Night after night he would walk the streets no matter where his various jobs had taken him, his therapist had recommended this; Walking to relieve stress and to clarify his mind. However Homura’s therapist never predicted just how true her recommendation would become. While it had originally started with simply walking eventually became seeking, for a fight a brawl, anything for a little excitement. He didn’t approach people, and he wasn’t any sort of vigilante yet he still found himself surrounded by goons frequently. It worked delightfully for him- a little bout here a little match there and he found himself –at least marginally- relaxed. He had no reason to fear for his safety, it was rare that any of the people that went up against him had any sort of real training and more often than not they ended up being little more than punching bags for the ex team Magma Admin.
Alas tonight had been exceedingly droll, not a single person had caught his interest – in an effort to find some form of entertainment he had made his way up the fire escape of a nearby building, residential or business he hadn’t the faintest idea either way a building was a building and it was easy enough to scale, especially with the physical condition he kept himself in. Finally reaching the roof Homura hoisted himself up so he was sitting on the farthest railing, perched precariously, his legs hanging over the side. Plum hued eyes scanned the nearly empty streets with disdain, a small frown managed its way on to his face. “Where the hell is everyone?” His lips formed a tense line as his attention turned again to the nearly empty streets. He didn’t seem to care much for the fact that this might very well be a hotel or even an individual’s home. It wasn’t like a normal person would be awake at this hour any way.
