[[ OOC: Don't worry I'm still alive. Just dealing with brick loads of Real Life issues. It decided to bombard me like a Category 5 hurricane >_< Because of this don't expect me to post very frequently and feel free to move along. I can manage. ]]<br/><br/>Simon came from over the rooftops gliding on a hanglider that was in poor condition. Reason being he felt he could glide from roof to roof a lot easier with one, since his last attempt failed. It had been barely 5 minutes and already he had forgotten about the individuals he met earlier. Though fate, it seemed, had other plans.<br/>As Simon approached the harbor there were no more rooftops for him to leap from and at the speed he was going, he couldn't slow down in time (not that he would), no instead a big grin crept up on his face as he saw the horizon of the ocean. The tiles underneath of his rollerblades soon gave way to air and he was aloft . . .<br/><br/>♫"I believe I can fly!"♫ Simon sang aloud<br/><br/>Though the glider lost it's ability for long periods of flight a looooong time ago. And moments later Simon found himself plunging head first into the murky water below.<br/><br/>"Blagh kaff kaff bluurgh" Simon spluttered as he coughed out the water once he rose to the surface. He looked around with a puzzled expression. He stared blankly at Aslinn then Nick and finally Nikolai and Hank.<br/>".....You guys playing Marco Polo now?"