Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160112193412/@comment-26809040-20160115150333

Eric gave the old, gnarled tree he'd been eying a solid kick, just to make sure it wasn't rotted out. When his foot bounced back, he shook it off, planted it into a foothold, and began climbing.

He quickly reached roughly 2/3 of the way up, his rapid movements meeting a shower of bark with every pull. Then, without pause, he gripped a long branch with both arms and legs, and wormed his way out over the humming fence, hanging from the underside of the ancient tree limb.

Such was his concentration, that he didn't notice the presence of others until a ladder leveled itself with him, about halfway across. The scavenger froze, and slowly tilted his face until he saw, upside-down, an incredibly odd collection of individuals below him.

Eric clung there, motionless, heavy lead-lined duster and backpack swaying awarkedly below him, silently hoping the strangers wouldnt notice him...somehow. These hopes were dashed entirely when a small, fuzzy orange head poked its way out of a pocket in his pack, looked around, and let out a soft meow.

Damn it Scruffels.