!!SbnXxXER/Ds 11/26/09(Thu)08:47 No.6876745|
You're not sure if there's a window there. Anyhow, this seems to be the consensus:
>>My panic ebbs away all at once and with grim determination I know what I have to do. I grab the woman and tell her "It's time to fly." I throw over the mattress, climb up on the railing with her and aim as best I can while keeping my limbs loose and ready to roll, I try to keep her close so she falls right, but my priorities are on the man who has an existence to return to.
You toss over the mattress onto the second story lobby floor and watch it land neatly underneath you.
"It's time to fly," you quip, as you grab the girl by the arm and hop up onto the balcony. She's confused for a second, but as soon as she grasps what your intent is she starts struggling to get away. "Nononono not that, anything but that, not heights please no!"
Sod that, you don't have time for this. You haul her up and leap, pulling her behind you as she lets out a terrified scream. You plummet toward the mattress, trying to pull her close so that she won't miss.
Unfortunately, the plan worked better in your head. All her scared struggling causes some of your body to miss the mattress. Your left foot slams into the tile hard, and immediately you feel the pain of something down there getting all jacked up.
The girl lands full onto the mattress though. Way to go, hero.