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Characters: Altaïr [isanvoice], Ezio [learnfromwhores], Leonardo [likesmadmen]
When: After Event 0, 0.5
Where: The rooftop of Building D
Style: Third
Open or Closed: Semi-open. If you're interested in joining please contact isanovice via PM or AIM.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 to be safe.
He needed to escape, to take a moment to breath. The once-master assassin had much to think on. It had been a trying day. When the apartment he shared had become stifling, he had opted to leave. No explanation offered to his 'roommate', slipping not out into the hallway, but out the nearest window. Then, Altaïr did what came naturally to him: he climbed. Hand over hand, muscles working to pull himself up the wall, fingers fighting grooves barely visible to the average person. In barely no time at all, he had pulled himself to the top of the building. Hauling himself up over the edge, he dropped lightly onto the roof. Breathing a slow sigh, he straightened, pivoting on his heel, gold eyes clipping to regard the horizon.
All of the greenery was almost unsettling. There weren't many places in the Holy Land where things were so lush, so green. Shifting again, he put his foot on the ledge and brought himself to crouch. His arms resting on his knees, a heavy sigh was drawn from him, head tipping down slightly. His eyes closed, and there he sat, attempting to find a much needed moment of clarity.
When: After Event 0, 0.5
Where: The rooftop of Building D
Style: Third
Open or Closed: Semi-open. If you're interested in joining please contact isanovice via PM or AIM.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 to be safe.
He needed to escape, to take a moment to breath. The once-master assassin had much to think on. It had been a trying day. When the apartment he shared had become stifling, he had opted to leave. No explanation offered to his 'roommate', slipping not out into the hallway, but out the nearest window. Then, Altaïr did what came naturally to him: he climbed. Hand over hand, muscles working to pull himself up the wall, fingers fighting grooves barely visible to the average person. In barely no time at all, he had pulled himself to the top of the building. Hauling himself up over the edge, he dropped lightly onto the roof. Breathing a slow sigh, he straightened, pivoting on his heel, gold eyes clipping to regard the horizon.
All of the greenery was almost unsettling. There weren't many places in the Holy Land where things were so lush, so green. Shifting again, he put his foot on the ledge and brought himself to crouch. His arms resting on his knees, a heavy sigh was drawn from him, head tipping down slightly. His eyes closed, and there he sat, attempting to find a much needed moment of clarity.