<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y475/kiricrand/Morgan%20Robberts_zpsa1fu30ww.jpg) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Robberts<br/><strong>Time:</strong>???<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Somewhere in Hawkmon-Eye Heights<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None, Open<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Morgan hit the ground hard, driving the air from his lungs with a loud thud. His first reaction was to cough and wheeze, trying to fill his sore lungs with air, as well as expel the dist trying to make its way in. His arms wrapped around his ribs, holding himself tight. What might look like he was hugging himself was in reality him checking his ribs, making sure nothing was broken. A couple bruised ribs, but nothing serious. That was going to make getting up and walking away a bit tough.<br/><br/>He coughed up another bit of dust and dirt from his lung. Wait, dust and dirt? Wasn't he still in the city, right now lying down in an alley? Where the hell did the dirt come from? He slowly opened his eyes, the light blinding him for a second as he started sitting up, his lungs slowly moving from pain to a dull ache.<br/><br/>The sight that met his eyes was not exactly what he had been expecting. Instead of tall buildings and roads, he found himself confronted by cliffs and mesa, carved from the stone of the earth itself. He shook his head, trying to knock the cobwebs out. He must have hit his head much harder than he thought. He was dreaming some kind of weird ass dream right now. That had to be it, he couldn't have gone from the city to the mountains just like that, at least not without knowing how he got here.<br/><br/>He slowly stood up, still holding his ribs a bit. No, this couldn't be a dream; the pain in his torso was far too real for that. Then where the hell was he right now? Slowly, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and turning it on. Just his luck, no service out here in the middle of nowhere. Great, I get stuck in the ass crack of the country and have no way of getting in contact with anyone. Fan fucking tastic.” At least it wasn't broken though, maybe it could be of some use later on.<br/><br/>Putting the phone in his pocket, he slowly started walking, wincing as the pain in his torso seemed to bite right through him. Definitely not a dream, that or a really good one.” He took a deep breath, closing his blue eyes for a moment. At least there was one thing he could say, once all the dirt was out of his lungs, the air up here was actually very refreshing. That still didn’t bring him any closer to answers, but it was something.<br/><br/>Opening his eyes, he slowly took a look around. The first thing that caught his eye was a fairly large tower looking thing in the distance. That seemed to be the only real landmark he could make out from here, and judging from the way it looked, it wasn’t a natural formation, which means there were people here, or so he hoped.<br/><br/>”Looking off at The Skyrock huh? Can’t say I blame you, it is pretty amazing.” The sudden voice behind him caused Morgan to spin around, trying his best to find the source of it. There seemed to be no one else around, until he looked down. There, at his feet, was a little puffball looking thing looking up at him.<br/><br/>”Holy hell, what the fuck are you?” Morgan jumped back a bit. This little thing had just taken him completely by surprise, and it took him a moment to regain his composure. ”Skyrock huh? Is that what that tower is called then? Well then, if it has a name, that means there are others there, and at least then I could figure out where I am.”<br/>