by Laura Kinney » Fri Jun 02, 2017 3:57 pm
Ahead of her Laura has already shrunk down to a small figure against the backdrop of the island. From here it's easy to tell the disparity of the tiny nation's capital city. Up on the hills overlooking the bay skyscrapers are brightly lit and stand like pillars of light on a foundation of chaotic buildings that look like a maze. Slums and more solid buildings go hand in hand and even the better-lit parts look cobbled together. Neon-lights of varying colors seem to provide more light than the rare sections of streetlights and even those are rare. In the outskirts, on the outer lip of the bay where Laura seems to be heading are almost no lights except for the very edge of the water where the few lights of the buildings blend into lights strung up on the boats anchored right next to them. It's hard to tell where the land stops and the boats begin. Not that it necessarily matters much, the small ships sitting close enough together that one could easily step from one to the other.
Laura waits until she's dangerously close to the ground before deploying her parachute and proceeds to aim for the emptiest spot she can find, although it's almost impossible to actually land on the street and she accepts the fact she'll probably plow into at least one or two shanties.