04-29-2018, 08:28 PM
Simon tugged the balaclava off his head as he pushed open the door to the top of the apartment building he was currently staying in. Taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air, he ran a hand through his hair and grimaced. It wasn't a surprise to find the locks already greasy again, but it wasn't pleasant. He wiped his hand on his pants, pulling a lighter and cigarette from his pocket while he was at it. He lit the stick of death as he walked to the edge of the flat roof, looking out over the city. Which could be full of traitors now and they wouldn't even notice. Damn the split. Damn the rebels. He took a long drag and scuffed his boot against the gravel, glancing around the roof and finally sitting, his back against the half-wall ledge that was supposed to stop anyone from falling off the roof. At least, it didn't make it as easy to.
The balaclava previously clutched in his hands laid beside him, the sunglasses tucked into his jacket pocket. After trying to suppress a yawn, he sighed and brought his knees up, one arm draped over them so he could lay his forehead against it. He hadn't been getting much sleep again because of the damn nightmares and it was safe to assume whatever spark Blackfall caused with their uprising was the root of them being drug up. A sharp sting brought his head back up quickly and he glared at the cigarette in his hand. It had burned away enough to let the hot ash fall against his leg. The day had just begun and he was already in a sour mood. Taking another drag, he crushed the rest of it under his boot and leaned back against the half-wall, staring up at the sky.
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The balaclava previously clutched in his hands laid beside him, the sunglasses tucked into his jacket pocket. After trying to suppress a yawn, he sighed and brought his knees up, one arm draped over them so he could lay his forehead against it. He hadn't been getting much sleep again because of the damn nightmares and it was safe to assume whatever spark Blackfall caused with their uprising was the root of them being drug up. A sharp sting brought his head back up quickly and he glared at the cigarette in his hand. It had burned away enough to let the hot ash fall against his leg. The day had just begun and he was already in a sour mood. Taking another drag, he crushed the rest of it under his boot and leaned back against the half-wall, staring up at the sky.
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