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((NOTE- Saxon Terrano was retired and is now inactive. His profile was edited into a new character; Boone Fitzpatrick)) September 15th, 2017 Abandoned Construction Project (Warehouse Storage Business Office), The Harbor 7pm He hadn't moved in a while, lowered lashes watching the colors filtering through low clouds over the harbor- determined to actually watch the sun go down. Purples and reds were mixing together, reminding him of something he couldn't quite put his finger on. An old drawing maybe.... Cheek shifted, another flood of sweet filtering through his mouth from the candy that had been in the pretty gold wrapper. It was his last one. Savoring the taste, watching the sunset, foot started moving lazily in a tick-tock motion. It was a dangerous place to be, almost ten stories above the harbor in an abandoned office project. It went up almost fifteen stories, the skeleton anyway. The first three had been ready for guts seven years ago, now just shredded and winter worn plastic wafted about to separate the i-beam rooms. On a windy day, they looked almost like gossamer cobwebs coating the internal workings. At the tenth floor, there were only basic structural squares- a circus act to actually get where he was. Higher than ten? A few jutting beams into the sky and cross sections that had promised something once. He liked it up there. Up here, he was comfortable. No cops. No assholes wondering what the hell he was doing staring off into nothing. One foot tucked under his thigh, the other dangled precariously, hands calmly in his lap. His spine was leaning against an upright beam, skull against the cool iron. Had he worked on this goliath? Had no idea. Gold wrapper was flickering through his fingertips, twisted and glinting in the fading light like a tiny mirror. Accidentally flipping out of his grasp, instinct reached for it- the still figure save for his swinging foot leaning sideways without thought to grab it... and with it went his balance. Hand slapped the beam as he slid off, dangling almost a hundred feet above the maze of metal and cracked concrete below by one hand. The elusive wrapper had been snatched, put between his teeth as he pulled himself back up... lifted waist high to put one leg over and regain his perch. Ankles locked under the metal beneath him, taking the wrapper and tucking it into his leather coat pocket. Unfazed. A few more minutes of sun, and it was time to find something to eat. Where was he again?? Hazed smoke blinked a moment as they swept his surroundings, trying to gain which shelter he was closest to... sigh oozed out as he settled back against the beam again and finished his sunset.