Post by Max James Summers on Mar 3, 2013 15:48:59 GMT
Max had come to the roof not for the adventure of it but more for the view, it was the sort of view that was painters dream, not only that he believed he could do with the fresh air, and well the view itself was just something to behold. It was maybe one of the better places to be at the school and certainly the quietest, the only real noise you heard was the buzz of the streets bellow, and considering how high up you were it was not that much of a bother and was just
part of the scenery.
Max himself loved high places you could say it was to do with his love of success and having high standards, if you said that he'd just laugh at you, no it was just for him the higher up you were the much more fun it was and more you could see, you could find all sorts of things from great heights, that was part of his love. While he had made his way onto the roof if he could he would of climbed along the outside if he had thought it safe enough. However even he was not that stupid he knew it was not safe there was no support to do so.
Mac was sat with his drawing pad on the edge while propped up against a wall for support, with pen in hand he was sketching what was going on bellow or at least what he could see. Other than that he was pretty much oblivious to what else was going on, not that he minded he liked the quiet up here now annoying people or stupid people up here just him the pad and the sounds bellow. <o:p></o:p>
