The Sound (KENTUS~ and open :3)

[ALASTAIR!]

The sun was just beginning to set, creating a skyline over New York unmatched by any Miles had seen. Of course, being the kind of person to appreciate this, he was standing on top of a building, just looking. He was silent, still, peaceful, and as far as he was concerned so was the world around him. Moments like these were what he lived for. Save, of course, one little exception. One he had found cool since he was young, something he had been doing ever since... Well, he had lost track of time. A few years, easily.

Miles quickly dropped down the fire escape, not using the stairs intentionally and landing in a nearby alley. One roll later and he was swiftly back on his feet and he took off, running. In his ears blared soft, melancholy music, specifically the Carissa's Wierd song You Should Be At Home Here. He enjoyed listening to slow, relaxing music while engaged in this fast-paced, tense hobby of his. It was easier to find potential things to jump on when his mind was at ease, able to concentrate on one thing in particular. He was approaching a park rather quickly, jumping over various benches and deftly evading trees and other obstacles.

Finishing his run at a bridge over a narrow, flowing strip of water, he turned to look at the sunset once more. It was picturesque, and almost as if nature had stopped time, stopped the sun in its tracks just so he could get another look. Turning off his music, he just stared out, leaning a bit over the edge of the bridge, his hushed breathing only barely audible over the gentle flow of the water. The moment enveloped him, just enough so that he wouldn't have a clue if anyone happened to approach him.

[Kentus]

[Maia Dawkins' Eyes]

It was quiet. Too quiet. That made the whole situation cliche. Too cliche. Anytime Maia found herself enjoying her surroundings, the day had been an easy one. By her count, this extraordinary event had come to pass about fourteen times in her life, give or take a day or two. Still, the serenity was something that was necessary for her to keep her sanity, as crazy as the past few days had been. Especially that encounter with the alien thing. Sure, Maia still had her head, but she'd make note to never visit any of the other colonized planets anytime in the near future. She'd be too worried that creatures with pots on their heads would rush her.

As she trotted through the park, hands in her jeans pockets as she did, the few folks still gracing the landscape glanced at her with disinterest. She was sure not to touch any thing with her bare skin, lest her ability of psychometry randomly trigger and leave her standing there like some sort of maniac. That would draw far too much unnecessary attention at this moment. Her moment. Her peaceful moment. As her boots smacked against the stone path beneath her, she noticed a young man, probably around her age, standing and staring towards the setting sun. Not bad looking in the slightest.

Though Maia was telling herself to avoid conversation, as she walked up onto the bridge, she noticed how nice the view was, out over the water. Simple pleasures like this had never been a part of Maia's life. Probably never would be, aside from today. In fact, it was so beautiful, she found her mouth opening to speak. "That's.......pretty." Pretty, that was a foreign word.