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devotedtothecore) wrote2012-07-14 02:24 am
devotedtothecore) wrote2012-07-14 02:24 amEntry tags:
BACKTHREAD POST
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devotedtothecore) wrote2012-07-14 02:24 am
Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening
No, this is...
Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening
the weightlessness of freefall.
Feeling the tilt, further, gravity pointing his head groundwards.
(let the gun go)
--heartbeat--
and his empty hands snap out, grab the body in the air, pull it flush against his. Arms locking it there. Closes his eyes
(to see)
--heartbeat--
their falling trajectory 280 degrees (not quite straight down, no, not yet), next platform (branch, two feet thick, a hard knob jutting upwards) in their way in 2.1 seconds
(not enough time to right yourself)
---heartbeat---
Minor obstacles in path. Add 0.2 seconds. Add 1 degree more.
Force will penetrate. Brace. Discount otherwise for the next part
(matters/hurts more)
----heartbeat---- ]
[ Lenalee can hear the crashing through foliage, sounds of snapping and breaking and the odd sickening crack and thump in between, all too quickly fading into the pitch-black depths below-- and all around her, already roused by raised voices, things rustle and scatter and shift in the night jungle. ]
Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening
[She's lost them. Lenalee scrambles for the edge of the branch— the bark rough on her palms and shins— and leans over, but sees nothing. Just darkness and the faint gleam of light reflecting off leaves. Within moments, she can't hear them anymore, either.
There's no way she can follow. She isn't fast enough or strong enough, can't risk getting caught by some nocturnal creature— what direction did they even go in? Gritting her teeth, she straightens up and looks back towards HQ, feeling oddly hollow.
(Why can't she ever do anything?)]
Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening
the glass doors to HQ are swung shut, lights still illuminating the empty common area. Though perhaps not for long, given the shouting bare moments (seconds? a minute?) ago. ]
Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening
>scrabble her way back up to the HQ for reinforcements!]