[She fell for the second time right when those men started talking to her.
She...did not notice them. And they were not speaking in a language that she understood. Naturia is silent, but she can feel him -- a mental push that is urging her to hurry.
She glances towards the men, then up towards the carpet again.
Her heart is in her throat, panic settling into her blood as the situation begins to dawn on her:
She's alone in a strange land.
In an alley.
With strange men who...look to be blocking off her only exit, other than the one she's trying to take.
Tears well in her eyes and adrenalin rushes through her veins, and she stands, hops off the boxes...
And scrambles up the carpet. Her arms burn, her eyes are blurry, her heart is slamming in her chest as she struggles to make it up. Her fingers are desperate to keep their grip, but it's slipping by the second.
She bites her lip, and she can feel herself start to fall.
No.
She can't fall. Not when those men look to be coming closer.
She has to move, and she has to move now, now, now.
Her hand slips, her foot looks to lose its grip.
She screams, and in a panic grips the edge of the roof, fighting the pain and the burn in her arms as she starts to pull herself up to the roof above; her legs are still dangling just a bit, but she's mostly up there.
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She...did not notice them. And they were not speaking in a language that she understood. Naturia is silent, but she can feel him -- a mental push that is urging her to hurry.
She glances towards the men, then up towards the carpet again.
Her heart is in her throat, panic settling into her blood as the situation begins to dawn on her:
She's alone in a strange land.
In an alley.
With strange men who...look to be blocking off her only exit, other than the one she's trying to take.
Tears well in her eyes and adrenalin rushes through her veins, and she stands, hops off the boxes...
And scrambles up the carpet. Her arms burn, her eyes are blurry, her heart is slamming in her chest as she struggles to make it up. Her fingers are desperate to keep their grip, but it's slipping by the second.
She bites her lip, and she can feel herself start to fall.
No.
She can't fall. Not when those men look to be coming closer.
She has to move, and she has to move now, now, now.
Her hand slips, her foot looks to lose its grip.
She screams, and in a panic grips the edge of the roof, fighting the pain and the burn in her arms as she starts to pull herself up to the roof above; her legs are still dangling just a bit, but she's mostly up there.
Just a bit more...!]