Playin' the Survival Game. [open] Oct 28, 2017 20:26:01 GMT
Post by Xeno McFallon on Oct 28, 2017 20:26:01 GMT
It was undetermined what exactly led Xeno to go exploring that early morning; perhaps it was wanderlust, curiosity or simply something else. Reasoning mattered little though as the rogue dawned his worn out navy cloak, strapped the quiver around his waist and got Alyx, his compact bow, strapped to his back. The remainder of his clothing consisted of a loose linen shirt of grey, a pair of simple black sweats and lastly his sturdy black boots laced up tightly. Despite the man's carelessness, there was no possible way he would risk befalling an act of idiocy like tripping over his own laces; not that he would fall considering his enhanced dexterity. With quick paced and confident steps, the white haired man with the eye patch left behind his camp, leaving his pack well hidden since he planned to return; more so he arrogantly believed he would return no matter what. The ground was frost covered, leaving the soil hard beneath his feet and the breath of morning breeze cold. Xeno's breath escaped his mouth in faded white puffs of steam, each inhale leaving him a little chilled from the morning cold, alas, he pushed onward and refused to allow the cold air to force retreat.
There was little thought in direction as he made his way through the trees, his quick reflexes and dexterity making the task easy. As Xeno moved, a fallen over tree blocked his path and with a cocky smirk he took a running start at it. Despite him being alone, he felt the need to show off his grace to himself or whatever creature were lurking in the brush. He leaped in the air, somersaulting while his body twirled slightly as his jump reached its climax. As he began to descend, gravity threatening to slam him head first into the log below. Instead, with brilliant and practiced ease his arms went forward to meet the logs rough surface, pushing him upwards again. Another air somersault later and Xeno was right side up, landing in a crouch on the hard ground. As he stood, his finger twinged slightly in pain from both the cold and rubbing up against the rough texture of the log, however, he ignored it and carried on with an air of arrogance. A smile remained as his face as he continued to wander through the forest, noticing the trees gradually clear out to a field. Gazing around with his blue eyes, Xeno began to figure out his location, he was in close proximity to the junkyard.
Smirking, Xeno quickened his pace and made his way towards the fenced in area, noting how grass gradually turned to dirt. With his improved eyes, Xeno began to gaze over the fence topped with barbed wire, the gate sporting a heavy chain and padlock. A small sigh escaped his mouth as he slowly began to walk around the exterior until something cause his gaze, a tree. The white haired man quickly made his way towards the tree, climbing it with ease; both reflexes and dexterity playing part in assisting him. Once he reached a sturdy branch that lingered just above the fence, Xeno began to walk down it without must care. His dexterity would maintain his balance while his reflexes would warn him if the branch would break. Midway down he paused, analyzing the situation with the use of his enhanced eyesight; if he messed up he would likely meet a painful encounter with both the barbed wire and maybe the ground. That definitely did not sound fun, but it also sounded like a challenge. With a sudden burst of confidence he ran down the branch, hearing a subtle crack before he launched himself off. It seemed like time moved slowly as he watched the fence pass beneath him, but now came the next challenge, landing on a pile of junk due to a jump too far.
Midair, Xeno flipped himself, narrowly landing on an hold metal tray. The trash crunched beneath the force and before Xeno could give in speech of success, the tray came loose from its position. Next thing he knew, he was surfing down the pile on a rusty old tray that threatened to throw him off or break. Enhanced dexterity kept him balance, while reflexes allowed him to note any bumps. However, there was another problem for the archer that was quickly approaching, an inconveniently placed pile of junk that looked far more solid than his rusted tray surfboard. He needed to jump off this ride before the tray used that pile to successfully throw him off. Patience was key, thus under the circumstances Xeno waited until his ride got closer to the ground. Eventually, the tray was just about to reach the bump when Xeno jumped; doing a quick back flip for show. Gracefully, the archer landed on the ground with a smirk gracing his face. A quick glance around was done by his blue eyes, but there seemed to be no current threats to his survival, just piles upon piles of junk. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, he was thankful that this was not a video game or movie since this would definitely be the part where the enemies leaped out to ambush the hero; which he believed was himself.
"Too f***in' easy," Xeno said quietly. Afterwards, his voice turned louder. "If you wanna take me out world, you're gonna have to try harder than that!"
Regaining his composure and confidence from the slight scare of almost being launched off a pile, Xeno began to walk through the stacks of junk in wonder if there was anything useful to himself. A feeling of truimp maintained his arrogance since he felt he just bested this game of survival.
Singing through the air, an arrow goes.
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