Scout out, No shout out. (Olesya/Open)

[Your Mom~]

Olesya dug her heels, skidding to a stop at the edge of the last roof top, pedalling her arms wildly to keep from falling off. She looked over the edge, there wasn't even anything for her to climb down on or jump onto. "Damn." She cursed, looking behind her just as the boy collided with her, catapulting them both off the edge.

"WHOA, WHAT ARE YO-AHHHH!" She shrieked as they free fell, her body encased in his arms. He then let go with one arm, and then the other, and Olesya continued to fall further until he caught her with his legs, the two of them zip lining down his makeshift zip line.

Needless to say, the white haired woman was cursing the entire way as the boy laughed like a mad man. The balcony came up fast, Olesya braced herself for impact, but he let her go just before he crashed into the wall. She curled into a ball, tumbling across the concrete and rolling into the wall with far less velocity than the boy did. Tangled in the debris with a cackling mad man, Olesya couldn't help but crack up herself. This situation was just absurd enough to jolt her out of her comfort zone (which wasn't that very big to begin with).

"You...heh...crazy bastard..." Olesya laughed, punching him in the arm.

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus' manic giggling abruptly ended with an involuntary "Ow!" as he recived a good punch for his cheeky ways.
"Crazy? Ha! That's just creative improvisation."
He explained as heads began to poke out from various windows and doors on the block, no doubt rudely awoken by the ruckus.
"Now climbing up sheer walls like you were bitten by a radioactive spider, that's crazy."

Marcus stretched his arms out wide and let out a massive yawn. The adrenaline was starting to run it's course through his system, leaving him feeling cold and tired.
"If it wasen''t for the fact that This clearly isn't another one of my wierd dreams, I woulda.......well.......thought that this was one of my wierd dreams. Which would suck actually. I don't like the idea of women like you existing only in my imagination. Besides, crazy keeps the world from being boring."

Resting his head against the wall behind him, Marcus closed his eyes for a moment.
"And now I'm babbling."
He said quietly before smacking the back of his head against said wall in an attempt to keep himself from drifting off.

"So.....is this the part where you reveal to be a cyborg killbot and sprout guns from out your whatzits?"

[Your Mom~]

(OOC: I figured we could end this one up, that way they can meet again and what not yeah?)


"Crazy? Ha! That's just creative improvisation. Now climbing up sheer walls like you were bitten by a radioactive spider, that's crazy."

Olesya shrugged as if it were no big deal. "Talent." She countered, her eyes searching around so she can gain her bearing. The hadn't gone too far, but the rush and the jolt of the wild ride had disoriented Olesya ever so slightly.

As the boy started talking again, the white haired girl climbed to her feet, dusting off debris and powdered balcony from her clothes. To be perfectly honest she started to tune him out after 'dreams,' surveying the area around her from her proper height. "...and now I'm babbling." She looked back to him resting against the wall when he asked his next question.

"You caught me." Olesya sighed dramatically. "I am a cyborg killbot. Though my whatzits are still under repair otherwise I woulda blown your head off from the get-go." She leapt onto the railing, feet perched carefully like a cat and steadied by her hands.

"Keep up the good work, little mouse. And maybe we'll play again." She winked, springing off the railing and disappearing from view. Even in a state of apocalyptica, it was always fun to leave a little mystery.