It was a dark and stormy night...
Actually, luckily for everybody, it wasn't. Not dark or stormy, though the clouds are as thick as ever. Honestly, if he guessed at it, Bova would put it at around mid-afternoon with the light decent enough to see for a few miles if you're high enough.
Up on the roof of one of the massive ruined buildings, Bova is staring off into the distance, hands in the pockets of his duster. It blows in the wind, but he's focusing more on the growing, thick black hair that keeps getting in his eyes.
Not that he's at all aware of it, but he'd be perfect on a page of Sin City right now, balancing on the very corner of the roof with the duster and the wind and all.
Up on the roof of one of the massive ruined buildings, Bova is staring off into the distance, hands in the pockets of his duster. It blows in the wind, but he's focusing more on the growing, thick black hair that keeps getting in his eyes.
Not that he's at all aware of it, but he'd be perfect on a page of Sin City right now, balancing on the very corner of the roof with the duster and the wind and all.