Dante had decided to skip a class today. With the weather doing its best to be agreeable, he ditched the lecture hall for the concrete playground of urban exploration and freerunning. He had put on some comfy and lightweight clothing, put on his parkour shoes, and brought his urban exploring backpack. This miniature urban explorer’s arsenal contained the tools of the trade: gloves for maintaining a grip on reality (or at least on ledges), a lockpicking set (because you never know when you’ll stumble upon an abandoned fortress in the heart of the city), a trusty flashlight for shedding light on dark alleyways and potential hiding spots, and a power bank to ensure his electronic devices didn’t die mid-climb.
As he set forth into the cityscape, Dante couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of his academic pursuits left in the dust, overshadowed by the thrill of the unknown. Urban exploration and freerunning weren’t just activities for Dante – they were a rebellion against the mundane, a dance with the unexpected, and, most importantly, a darn good reason to ditch class. And there he stood prepared to face whatever obstacles the city threw at him today - whether it be towering buildings, perplexed pigeons, or the occasional quizzical pedestrian wondering if they’d just witnessed a real-life Spider-Man in the making.
The rhythmic beat of his parkour shoes against concrete echoed his rebellious spirit. Buildings, alleys, and staircases became his playground, each jump and vault a dance of defiance against the ordinary. With fluid grace, Dante leaped from one rooftop to another, the wind tousling his hair as he soared through the urban expanse. His parkour prowess turned the city into a three-dimensional puzzle, and Dante was the master solver, navigating gaps and ledges with the finesse of a freerunning virtuoso.
The world beneath him blurred as he executed a seamless wall run, defying gravity for just a moment before attempting a daring flip to a neighboring rooftop. However, this leap proved to be more audacious than anticipated. Mid-air, the realization hit Dante - the distance was too great.
For a heartbeat, time seemed to suspend as Dante’s carefree grin faltered. Yet, in an instant, with a swift and practiced motion, he summoned the power within him - the ability to bend space and time. In a blink, he disappeared from the mid-air dilemma, only to reappear safely on the intended rooftop.
As Dante caught his breath, he couldn’t shake the feeling of a pair of eyes on him. He noticed a lone onlooker, a guy on the ground who had witnessed the entire spectacle with wide eyes. A sense of urgency gnawed at Dante. The last thing he needed was rumors spreading about his unique abilities or how he used them. With a nonchalant swagger, he descended the fire escape, leaping down with the grace of someone accustomed to defying gravity.
Approaching the onlooker, Dante flashed a charismatic grin, “Hey there! Enjoy the show?” he asked, an air of casualness in his tone, masking the magic and adrenaline which was still coursing through him. “Trade secret, my friend. But, you know, not everyone appreciates the kind of magic that happens up there. I like to keep it on the down-low, if you get my drift?” He wasn’t afraid to make direct eye-contact with the guy, communicating that it was something that must be kept between them.
@idiot.exe - Dom