Joemdtanktopdown5

From Create Your Own Story

You begin to lower yourself. This way, you can keep your legs together, but unfortunately, you feel the tank top riding higher and higher on you body. You keep the shifting of your legs to a minimum, trying to keep the sarong in place. Your stomach is now well visible, and you shift your hands down to lower yourself further, keeping your feet together to brace yourself to another safe point to continue climbing. As the tank top rides up higher, it creeps across the majority of your rip cage, and then, it suddenly comes unlatched, and settles itself back across your hips. Relieved, you position yourself easier to continue climbing, and make your way down normally. You see to your right there is Wes, who is rather well bleeding at this point. You are alarmed, but can do nothing about it here. You look to your right and see the old man looking at you. You move away from him slightly and continue down as fast as possible. When looking back, you see the old man is gone from the window. As you make your way to the second floor, the old man's face pops through the window to your left.

"Gotcha! Ha!" The old man says as he grabs your left arm. You almost lose your grip as you yell. You beat your fist against his shoulder and he releases a moment, only to grab again blindly at you, catching the side of the loose tank top. His other hand is reaching to pull you into the window, a fire burning in his eyes. You look down, seeing there is anther story to go, but you could just jump. Otherwise, you could just keep trying to attack the man and hope he lets go.

Status
Wearing	Loose tank top grabbed by old man, fabric loosely wrapped around waist like tiny sarong, boots
Mood	Panicking to not be pinned
Inventory	knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, 2 planks, crowbar, pepperspray