only a tiny bit suicidal -- [o]

[SCOTT BARROW]

nothing really matters to me

There should be a fine difference between enjoying a view and perching on top of the region's highest tower, looking utterly self-destructive. Or at least, Scott thinks so now that he's on the perch, enjoying said view, and perhaps contemplating what would happen if he simply decided to jump for all it was worth. With the feel of the sea breeze on his face, even from such height, he vaguely wonders what it would feel like if he were plummeting with the the force of gravity, velocity no doubt increasing with every second as his body would stay in free fall. The rush, the excitement. He could almost taste it on his tongue, heart quickening at the thought.

Of course, that is all in contemplation. With how much he's fought to keep his current life, it would be a large waste on his part to simply part from it. With the hardships and trials he has endured, he reckons he deserves a little bit more time alive. But high above, with no one to chastise him, tell him to go about his duties, he can't help but feel like an insignificant speck. No doubt his superiors would be more furious with his actions than the loss of his life, they'd be given the task of 'cleaning up' so to speak, and that was more trouble to them, caused by Scott himself.

And so he simply sits there, legs dangling off the building, watching as the people down below went about their business, no doubt unaware of his gaze.

[eleonore badisa]

What Eleonore notices is that most who go about their business do not look around -- they do not observe those that they pass by, nor do they stop to admire the concrete scenery. She is one of the few who does, of course; how could she possibly let an opportunity slip from her grasp simply because of a lack of attention? And so she casually glances around as she walks through the city, nodding when she makes eye contact and smiling cordially. The faces are imprinted in her mind, each occupying a niche in her head for later use.

She turns her head to look up at the sky, stretching her arms above her head, when she sees what looks like legs swinging back and forth.

How curious.

Eleonore releases an Alakazam, taking his hand. Their mental exchange is brief, and the both of them disappear from view -- to reappear on the roof of the tower. She smiles at the blond man, curtseying and inclining her head, before silently taking a seat beside him. She looks down at the people passing below, her curiosity piqued.

What does he see in them, she wonders?

(i hope you don't mind me joining?)