Fondor - Civilian Living Spaces
"Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!" Cora said, half shouting as she darted across the room, not bothering to pick up her clothing scattered on the floor. It was not the important thing she was after. She only dropped a hand to grab her small duffel bag as she passed by on the way to an open window. Probably not her brightest idea as the man she had been with was in hot pursuit.
"What did you think I'd forget?! Memory's better than that."
"Really? I've yet to see a man that could remember my birthday, much less where I was a year ago!" Frak! She thought as she glanced down to the street below. It seemed a fair ways up, perhaps twenty feet, and she was already half out the window.Too late now! Hearing him stumble over something close by only enforced that small fact. Thankfully there was a small rickety looking roof just a bit off to her left. It was going to have to do.
"It wasn't where you were, it's what you did!"
That was all the encouragement she needed, finally pushing off the ledge and starting the inevitable drop towards the tiny roof on the next story. Her feet hit the roof but only just, and the weak wood was groaning heavily under her weight. This day just isn't getting any better. Why the hell does this always seem to happen? Already she was moving feeling the wood starting to shift. The man above already shouting down to her obscenities that would make a sailor's ears bleed.
"You know hunny, you'll have to be more specific than that!" More obscenities followed. But soon he disappeared from the window. Frak! Frak! Frak! She cursed silently, debating if he was grabbing a weapon to return to the window with or heading downstairs. Either way she was not going to be hanging around to find out.
Coming to the edge of the roof, she took only a moment to judge the distance to the ground. Close enough! She decided taking a final leap a good ten feet, into an open garbage bin. It wasn't the most desirable place to land, but at least it broke her fall. Within a second or two she brushed herself off, and climbed out from the bin, nimbly landing on the ground. Carefully she shifted the duffel upon her shoulders to cover her notably drafty self. After all she'd chosen the duffel bag and it's precious contents over her own clothing. Hearing shouts in the crowd from the direction of the apartment building's entrance, Cora had no more time to waste as she darted off into the crowd doing her best to keep herself covered. An ivory streak about all most would see as she bolted as fast as her feet would take her.
Turning into an open market, her eyes darted to the stalls looking for a clothing vendor. But this had to be the ONLY time she didn't see one. Just my luck... Only when I NEED clothes are there none to be seen! Not my day! First him, then this.You know, you were the one who picked the bag, instead of the clothes. What did you think I was going to pick clothes over weapons? You've got to be kidding if you thought otherwise! Of course, pardon me, I forget where your priorities are. And what do you think is going to happen when he heads this way? Ask where that ivory streak went? You kind of stick out without something covering your butt you know. Oh shut it! I'm working on that part! Oh the joys of talking to yourself!