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Posted by kotanwalker on Jun 11, 2011 15:55:36 GMT -6
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Kotan stood on a roof, his ski goggles down. He rarely brought them down while he was in his superhoodie outfit. His flintlock pistol was on his hip, and he felt saddened...Like he had most days lately. Lately, he had been nostalgic. He sat down on the edge of the roof, his face in his hands as he sobbed, and began to cry. Many people might think a fifteen year old crying was stupid. He just thought it meant he was in touch with his emotions more. As he finished crying, he got back up. He put the ski goggles up, and cracked his knuckles.
Kotan took a good few steps back, then ran towards the edge of the building. As he grew closer, he tensed his legs. When he reached the edge of the roof, he leaped forward, aiming for the next building. As he grew closer, Kotan grabbed the ledge of the roof. He climbed up, groaning. He said “I hate this sometimes. The free running is not easy for me! Its been at least a year and a half of it, and it still is a pain.” He rubbed his hands together, then looked down into the alleys close to him. Wondering if there would be any crimes.
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