After his exploration - brief as it had been - in the Underground with Libbs, Harper returns to the Ruins to venture around above the earth this time. There is no shield of dirt and stone to keep the sun away from him this time, and so he is lightly garbed in a tanktop and shorts. The buildings are falling apart and their stability is questionable, but Harper has spent most of his life determining what is safe to climb and vault off of. It has been far too long since his last freerunning exercise, and today is as good a day as any.
Finding a building to climb is far easier when half of them are slumped towards the earth like sagging, tired giants. From there it's as easy as ever. Running, leaping, bouncing off walls and support beams, flipping over debris and alleyways. His grapnel had been lost when he was sucked through the portal, and he longs for the sensation of flight, the adrenaline of dropping in freefall from a building before shooting out a line at the precise right time to swing freely instead of yanking your arms from their sockets. A shame, though the buildings admittedly aren't quite tall enough for such antics anyway.
Coming to a jogging pause upon a sturdier roof, Harper wipes the sweat from his brow as he pants, loose-limbed and smiling after a series of difficult conversations lining his days recently. Finally he can feel the weight of it sliding away, leaving him unburdened and fresh once more.
Finding a building to climb is far easier when half of them are slumped towards the earth like sagging, tired giants. From there it's as easy as ever. Running, leaping, bouncing off walls and support beams, flipping over debris and alleyways. His grapnel had been lost when he was sucked through the portal, and he longs for the sensation of flight, the adrenaline of dropping in freefall from a building before shooting out a line at the precise right time to swing freely instead of yanking your arms from their sockets. A shame, though the buildings admittedly aren't quite tall enough for such antics anyway.
Coming to a jogging pause upon a sturdier roof, Harper wipes the sweat from his brow as he pants, loose-limbed and smiling after a series of difficult conversations lining his days recently. Finally he can feel the weight of it sliding away, leaving him unburdened and fresh once more.
HARPER
