Joemdrunouttowater5

From Create Your Own Story

"We just go." You say, and carefully stand. You use muscles in your legs even climbing does not understand in order to make sure nothing slips out of your tank top. You deceptively try to make it nonchalant, but Wes still looks toward you uneasily.

He stands up and looks around. "We came that way. So what, we just go to the window again?"

"We run." You say. "And you first." You push at his shoulder to turn around and push his back. If he isn't looking at you, you can move faster. Last thing you need to is to flash him behind you from running too hard. "Don't worry about me. Just go."

Wes gives an audible sigh and takes off back toward the rooms that face the outside. You are not far behind him, but as Wes opens a door to a large library, he freezes. You stop not far behind him and you see Wes being led to the side, a sword two feet away from his chest. A sword?!

An old man is there, a wicked grin on his face. It only is worse as he looks to you, his eyes widening in playful glee as he sizes up your legs. "What have we here?" He says as he inches toward you, his sword still pointed at Wes.

Your hand is at your bag. You could just reach in and go after him in some way. Your fingers touch two of the easiest ideas. You could spray him with your pepper spray, though you might be too far just now. You could also just try and hit him with the crowbar, though still, you would have to get closer.

Status
Wearing	Loose tank top, fabric wrapped around waist like tiny sarong
Mood	Creeped out heavily
Inventory	knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, 2 planks, crowbar, pepperspray, boots in hand