Twas' but a tinge of fate and a smidge of luck that Noah was still alive today.<br/>Alright, moreover a pinch of fate and a whole Hell-load of luck. Still, he amused himself at the constant reminder that every next stunt he pulled was potentially fatal. And pissing off a bunch of construction workers while trying to perform parkour at a construction site? That got the cops called on you. LUCKily, Noah had been long gone by then. Of course, he had merely just left as they arrived, but still. Escape was escape.<br/><br/>Noah had been edging on the rooftops of buildings overlooking the park for quite some time. He hummed softly to himself as he sprinted briskly, coming to an edge. He made a daft leap, spanning the gap and jumping to the next roof, way high in the air above the roads below; with ease. He landed softly and continued his daily routine, stopping abruptly though. He could see birds fathering all in one place down at the park... which could be good, or very bad. He brushed a lock of white, slightly sweaty hair from his face as he frowned softly, dropping down off the building.<br/><br/>Before landing, he altered his gravity to cushion his fall, making his way to the park. He kept his distance, be he could see a boy, a tree, and a whole lotta birds. Of... every kind. And.. a girl in the tree? Okay, now he was sure it couldn't be good. He gulped softly.