Washin' Windows [Open]

[parappa-strider.livejournal.com]

Characters: Dave and anyone else who passes by the windows; hopefully Spain too
Setting: Outside of the tower dangling from a rope; any of the windows on the tower, for you guys
Format: I'll match you, it's cool
Summary: Dave is finally going through with his rather suicidal mission to see if he can escape the tower. This can only end in disaster. Feel free to bug him if you see him pass you while you're at a window.
Warnings: Cursing on Dave's end, and DEATH!!!!

[Jade was gone, there was nothing left stopping Dave from going through with this and possibly (probably?) getting himself killed in the process. It was time to see what was down there on the ground, and if he could find a possible way of escape.

He was doing this. He was making this HAPEN!

But god it would be so much easier if this place had a front door. Instead he was rappelling down the side of this tower, trying to be careful with his harness which looked like an incredibly weak piece of shit that could break at any minute. He's all dressed up in some really stupid looking window washer outfit, complete with hat. He's got a rope with a giant bucket of water dangling beside him, and in his hand is a squeegie, not that he planned on using either. He had to make sure the people in charge here didn't suspect him of trying to escape.

Dave continued to rappel down the side of the building, passing windows on his way, heading for the ground. He had his sword in his strife specibus, he was set for this.]

Comments

[parappa-strider.livejournal.com]

[Well Dave's got gingery hair but okay. :P He ignores her and continues down.]

Risk I'm willing to take. 'Sides, it's not like I'm unarmed.

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Growls softly, making sure her switchblade is tucked safely in her pocket. Even if he says he isn't unarmed, she will not let a child go to his death like that. ]

[parappa-strider.livejournal.com]

Still following me? Fine, just no gettin' in my way. And try not to get yourself killed.

[Floor four, now, entering into the fog right below. It's pretty hard to see, he hopes it doesn't continue all the way to the ground.]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Doubt you'd get rid of me that easily, Fresa.

[ She's almost above him, instinctively covering her mouth when she encounters the fog. ]

[parappa-strider.livejournal.com]

I'm not trying to get rid of you, I'm trying to get to the ground.

[It isn't too much longer before his feet finally hit the ground. Grass. Hmm. The visibility's kind of crap, with fog spread across the ground, but nothing deadly yet.

Dave drops his squeegie on the ground and unclips his harness from the rope, which he was glad was actually long enough to take him down this far. Turning his cap backwards on his head, Dave pulls his sword out from his strife specibus, on the ready.]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ She drops to the ground a minute after him, unhooking her harness before she follows after him. She knows there will be nothing waiting for them out there. ]

There is nothing out here for us, Fresa. Come back.

[animusnpcs]

[The world jerks three feet to the left.

There's no ground beneath their feet.

There's only the tower stretching endlessly downward into thickening, suffocating, reddening fog that hardens the lungs with each breath.]