After seeing countless other cities and their streets and alleys and crooks and corners Tomo was certain that Manta Carlos was one of a kind. Sure, it had the characteristics of a normal city on the outside, but once you ventured further the city was so complex and different that no other city came even close to it. Before Tomo hadn't been able to see it, but after returning Tomo could really appreciate the chaotic nature of this city. It made it really easy for exploring and discovering all kinds of places and things, and people as well.
Tomo could see the alleys in whole new light, as she skipped on along them, occasionally slipping up a fire escape onto the roofs and doing some parkour for a bit. She didn't feel like being a cat today, she had been a cat yesterday, so today Tomo was just strolling along in her combat boots, jean shorts and band t-shirt.
Tomo balanced on the edge of a roof, looking down at the street below it with no fear of falling. Tomo didn't fall unless she wanted to. The street was pretty secluded and, right now, empty. The walls were filled with all kinds of graffiti and no wonder too. No one would bother cleaning them up from a back street like this and it was the perfect place to do that kind of stuff with no fear of getting caught.
Tomo sat down on the edge of the roof, swinging her legs and taking in the cityscape before her. Maybe she should've brought her violin...
Suddenly Tomo, although faintly, heard the familiar sound of spray paint leaving the bottle. She looked down and indeed, there was someone down on the street painting some graffiti. With questionable skills. Tomo huffed and quietly dropped down to a fire escape, making her way down to the street to observe this situation closer.
@Goblin
Tomo could see the alleys in whole new light, as she skipped on along them, occasionally slipping up a fire escape onto the roofs and doing some parkour for a bit. She didn't feel like being a cat today, she had been a cat yesterday, so today Tomo was just strolling along in her combat boots, jean shorts and band t-shirt.
Tomo balanced on the edge of a roof, looking down at the street below it with no fear of falling. Tomo didn't fall unless she wanted to. The street was pretty secluded and, right now, empty. The walls were filled with all kinds of graffiti and no wonder too. No one would bother cleaning them up from a back street like this and it was the perfect place to do that kind of stuff with no fear of getting caught.
Tomo sat down on the edge of the roof, swinging her legs and taking in the cityscape before her. Maybe she should've brought her violin...
Suddenly Tomo, although faintly, heard the familiar sound of spray paint leaving the bottle. She looked down and indeed, there was someone down on the street painting some graffiti. With questionable skills. Tomo huffed and quietly dropped down to a fire escape, making her way down to the street to observe this situation closer.
@Goblin