[It's not a roof, slanted and shingled, but a rooftop, flat, with a solid stone parapet running all around the edge. The door from the stairs below is in the center, with a hutch built up around it.
And there's a pigeon coop that someone in the building tends. Mitchell is as far away from it as possible, because it smells like shit and because the constant burbling of the sleepy pigeons inside makes him weirdly anxious. The roof is a temporary refuge, blessedly empty. He's got his elbows leaning on the low stone wall, smoking, looking down over the busy streets below.
And then there's someone else there. He feels her--doesn't see her, just realises another presence, like he's caught wind of her on the periphery of his every sense. He looks around, sharply--the door to the stairs is still closed, but she's still there.]
hey girl gimmie a 2
And there's a pigeon coop that someone in the building tends. Mitchell is as far away from it as possible, because it smells like shit and because the constant burbling of the sleepy pigeons inside makes him weirdly anxious. The roof is a temporary refuge, blessedly empty. He's got his elbows leaning on the low stone wall, smoking, looking down over the busy streets below.
And then there's someone else there. He feels her--doesn't see her, just realises another presence, like he's caught wind of her on the periphery of his every sense. He looks around, sharply--the door to the stairs is still closed, but she's still there.]
Lost?