Open | Getting all parkour in here

[everysecond]

Who: Riley and ANYONE
What: Riley is getting back into the swing of things and that means roof running.
When: D460
Where: Various districts...feel free to pick one.
Rating: PG for her mouth

Riley had been out of touch for a couple of weeks. Honestly, it had sucked because it had kept her from finding away to save Ellie or going down with her. It was a fucked up situation, especially with what her girlfriend knew about what her future was like. She hated that she couldn't be there for her back home but that was kind of the price of being, well, dead.

That really did come up a lot in her mind. Here she could do things for Ellie and be there for her but in the end they'd have to part ways because Ellie lived and she died. Perhaps she should have hated her for that, hated her for all the love she got from everyone too. It would have been fair really. Though it didn't seem like it, Ellie had it going on. People loved her and cared about her. They'd always put her first. Hell, Riley put her first too.

She was jealous. Who had actually given that much of a shit about her since her parents died? Well, besides Ellie.

Not a damn person.

Today, she just needed to clear her head. Then she could go back and be all smiles and laughter for Ellie again since that was what she needed. She needed her to be awesome as fuck and she had to make sure she had her head in the game for that. Which meant she was now running along rooftops, swinging along ledges. It wasn't anything anyone had taught her to do, she'd figured it out on her own and had the guts to bother to try. Practice had made her pretty damn good at it too.

Landing on another rooftop, she took a breath of air and planted her gloved hands on her hips. It was nice being alive. It really was.

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[feathery]

There are a pair of legs dangling over the edge of the rooftop entrance.

The kid attached to them sits up when he hears footsteps, mildly curious about who's wandering around when he's trying to catch some z's. Molting sucks and he snags what little shuteye he can at all kinds of odd hours.

"Man." The teenager scrutinizing Riley is a lanky blond douchebag in shades, with black crow wings sticking out of his back. "If I weren't already bloated with runic wealth, I'd consider opening a toll booth." He might not talk to most of the people he sees pass through, but he knows the city roofs see their fair share of traffic.

[everysecond]

Riley looked over at the guy talking to her. A guy with black wings apparently. That was pretty cool actually. Smiling, she turned on her heel to face him. The words didn't bother her at all.

"Isn't that one of those things where you pay money to pass?"

Yeah. Those were all run down and not working in her time.

[feathery]

"Oh, christ." Davesprite knocks one heel against the door; he's been a veritable encyclopedia about this shit lately.

"Ok, give me a clue about what kind of frame of reference I'm dealing with here. Like do they just not have toll booths in fantasyland and you picked that one up from a movie. Or is this a past-future deal."

[everysecond]

"Zombie apocalypse actually. We have them but they're fucked."

Riley crossed her arms with a smile, actually kind of amused. Maybe she should have been annoyed but really she just found attitudes like this funny. People like this tended to think they were the shit.

[feathery]

"Future, then. Or parallel universe." He shrugs, gesture light. "The good news is you're missing absolutely jack shit when it comes to toll booths. Literally all they're good for is padding out someone else's pockets and doubling up how long it takes to get somewhere."

[everysecond]

"So it's a way of grabbing money so the big jerks can feel better about their dick sizes." True, money wasn't something that people dealt with in her time but getting food was another matter.

[feathery]

"Sure. Welcome to your crash course in capitalism. Please make sure you've picked up your helmet and other safety equipment from the testing room, because you're in for one hell of a ride. Or you would be, if chatting it up about economic frameworks wasn't kind of boring." He waves a hand, dismissive. Don't get him wrong, he is a man of means, but there's no fun in talking about it.

"So, gimme a year. When does the apocalypse happen this time."

[everysecond]

Yeah. This guy was definitely funny. Riley found his attitude fun and grinned as she listened to him. It was time to up her game and give some back. All in fun and games of course but whatever.

"Around 2013. Then you get a fresh load of fungus people ripping people apart and walls being built. Go outside and it's a mother fucking jungle out there. It's a new kind of buffet out there and not for the non-Infected."