[prompto wonders if it's really that terrifying. it takes a moment longer, but soon enough, before them appears a broken-down, abandoned warehouse of sorts. there's a chain-link fence with the usual NO TRESPASSING and PRIVATE PROPERTY signs, but there's no actual sign of it ever being kept track of.]
[some things are just left to be forgotten by time.]
Ah, here we are. I heard they wanted to make it into a parking lot with different levels, but I guess they never went on with that. Some sewage pipes under it or something.
[getting closer to the fence, prompto approaches one of the posts, and pulls the fence up, the material easily pliable as it curls up under the pull]
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[some things are just left to be forgotten by time.]
Ah, here we are. I heard they wanted to make it into a parking lot with different levels, but I guess they never went on with that. Some sewage pipes under it or something.
[getting closer to the fence, prompto approaches one of the posts, and pulls the fence up, the material easily pliable as it curls up under the pull]
--not the first time someone's tried coming in.
[he holds it up for noah]
You go first, buddy.