Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20141007032632/@comment-5583506-20141019134732

Claire wanted to slap him across the face, but the chance never came. Her instincts of escape immediately wandered over to a sturdy drainage pipe on the side of a high apartment. She grabbed it and started to climb. When she was high up enough she took an acrobatic leap over to the building on the opposite side behind her, grabbing the fire escape ladder and climbed up to the balcony. The cops had already begun to swarm in when she looked down.

"Hold it, right there!" one of them shouted when they spotted her with a flashlight high above them.

"In your dreams", she hissed and kept climbing up the next ladder.

They fired shots at her, some of them were close, others were just pathetic to come from experienced lawmen. She cracked open a window a couple of stories up and slipped inside, closing the inner window behind her.

It was dark in there, though it didn't look as if somebody was actually living there. When her eyes adjusted she found that the place was an old storage room. Among other things there were mattresses and she almost thought for a moment to thank the Gods for this little safe haven.

She brought one of the puffy things out and laid it out on the floor before she wrapped herself up in a blanket.

"I hope fly-boy is doing alright", she shrugged.