Snippet #1143610

Looking back to where Warren had recently offered to help him up, Felix backed up. Light was fading fast, and his clothes did not insulate his heat much. Living in a sewer is hot and stuffy already, and he new the night would be rough for him. He tossed the scarf-full of coconuts to the top of the cliff, putting the leaves in front of it so that the momentum would leave them together. Backing up far enough to gain large amounts of momentum, he sped up quickly. Almost meeting the cliff, he jumped, pulling himself up with a stray rock protruding from the face of the cliff. Almost slipping his feet off the crumbling rocks and dirt, he grabbed a foothold from the roots and made contact with the top of the cliff with his hands. Dangling for a moment, he pushed his legs off of the rock and rolled up onto the top of the cliff.

"I'm sure the plan went out much better in my head than it did in reality..." Felix said quietly as he gathered himself and his possessions once again. Hearing faint sounds, he followed the noises off into the jungle growth.
Hey, the leaves look pretty neat.
Instantly distracted by the surreal pattern of grooves in the leaves, he bent down to feel the texture. It was rough but moist, with an almost bouncy nature as he lifted his hand from the leaf. A chill passed through his spine as the setting sun was unforgiving for those who are distracted. Focusing on his earlier task, he was now seeing a somewhat faded Warren. He had a girl next to him, and there was someone else that they appeared to be talking to. Gluing himself to a tree, he intently watched and listened in, unaware of the fact that the stars were nowhere to be seen in the sky. Clutching the leaves and scarf tightly, there was a nagging feeling that it wasn't going to be a very comfortable night...