Tiger - Rooftop - Light
As the heroes exited one alleyway, they seemed to just enter another. Even in the Big Apple there was darkness, darkness not anyone could comprehend. The two rode quickly, gazing upon their set destination. The bike roared fiercely as the engine clinked with oil. The tires had been soaked in puddle water as they continued down the exit ways. There was a low stench around them, one that could easily be distinguished as rotten pizza.
After about five minutes of quick riding, the cowboy and the alien came to a sudden stop before the rondevu point. The building was taller than the surrounding ones, standing at about thirty to forty feet in height. Tiger pulled the key from his bike and hit the foot-peg to allow the bike to rest. He allowed Light to get off first, being both courteous and smart. If he had gotten off first, there was a ninety percent possibility the bike would have tilted over. He fixed his hat and belt and started to walk towards the building, standing the opposite side of where the entrance would be.
For a second he had to conclude that it wouldn't be safe to go in through the front door. If he walked around the building and took the entrance, the cops would most likely get involved. So he turned to his trusty fire escape and looked towards the top. He fixed his hat one more time and started towards those long stairs. "Cowboy up darlin', were gonna have us a necktie party" Tiger called out as he started up in the zig-zag formation of the stairs.
As the two headed upward towards the roof, Tiger felt he had to keep a conversation going. "You ever ride before sweetheart? Never mounted up on one of those?" he started, talking about his motorcycle. "Hope you enjoyed yourself. You know what they say, ridin' is like dancin', you gotta feel the rhythm and go with it." The two had continued and continued, Tiger never keeping his mouth closed. He kept the conversation going even though he didn't feel he was getting responses. "......and that's how Ol' Willy Jones lost his hand. Never approach a Bull from the front, a Horse from the rear, or a Fool from any direction, remember that" he finished as they finally reached the roof.
He looked left and right with squinted eyes, unable to see anyone. "What in the-" he started, amazed that Virtuvian was nowhere in sight. "Dang greenhorn tenderfooted city-slicker!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms and huffing loudly. "That boy is all hat and no cattle"
"What now darlin'?" he asked Light, wondering what she thought should be their next move.
As the heroes exited one alleyway, they seemed to just enter another. Even in the Big Apple there was darkness, darkness not anyone could comprehend. The two rode quickly, gazing upon their set destination. The bike roared fiercely as the engine clinked with oil. The tires had been soaked in puddle water as they continued down the exit ways. There was a low stench around them, one that could easily be distinguished as rotten pizza.
After about five minutes of quick riding, the cowboy and the alien came to a sudden stop before the rondevu point. The building was taller than the surrounding ones, standing at about thirty to forty feet in height. Tiger pulled the key from his bike and hit the foot-peg to allow the bike to rest. He allowed Light to get off first, being both courteous and smart. If he had gotten off first, there was a ninety percent possibility the bike would have tilted over. He fixed his hat and belt and started to walk towards the building, standing the opposite side of where the entrance would be.
For a second he had to conclude that it wouldn't be safe to go in through the front door. If he walked around the building and took the entrance, the cops would most likely get involved. So he turned to his trusty fire escape and looked towards the top. He fixed his hat one more time and started towards those long stairs. "Cowboy up darlin', were gonna have us a necktie party" Tiger called out as he started up in the zig-zag formation of the stairs.
As the two headed upward towards the roof, Tiger felt he had to keep a conversation going. "You ever ride before sweetheart? Never mounted up on one of those?" he started, talking about his motorcycle. "Hope you enjoyed yourself. You know what they say, ridin' is like dancin', you gotta feel the rhythm and go with it." The two had continued and continued, Tiger never keeping his mouth closed. He kept the conversation going even though he didn't feel he was getting responses. "......and that's how Ol' Willy Jones lost his hand. Never approach a Bull from the front, a Horse from the rear, or a Fool from any direction, remember that" he finished as they finally reached the roof.
He looked left and right with squinted eyes, unable to see anyone. "What in the-" he started, amazed that Virtuvian was nowhere in sight. "Dang greenhorn tenderfooted city-slicker!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms and huffing loudly. "That boy is all hat and no cattle"
"What now darlin'?" he asked Light, wondering what she thought should be their next move.
