Jason pants his refusal. It's buried so deep beneath his panic he almost doesn't hear, but the voice speaks on, the part of him hell bent on survival ticking away his options.
pursuit too close, medical too far, restaurant too open, Footlight shitty but best chance
Jason doesn't register the stairs beneath his feet, misses more than half of them for the way he flies downward, bursting into the theater with no time for anything better than desperation. He should've done better, should've rigged every corner of Rapture and it's not fair, it's not fair that he'd have to make this place a deathtrap just to be safe.
Right arm flung outwards, Jason fires a grapple high into the rafters above the stage, winging into the safety of the darkness overhead.
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Date: 2011-11-06 09:58 pm (UTC)Jason doesn't register the stairs beneath his feet, misses more than half of them for the way he flies downward, bursting into the theater with no time for anything better than desperation. He should've done better, should've rigged every corner of Rapture and it's not fair, it's not fair that he'd have to make this place a deathtrap just to be safe.
Right arm flung outwards, Jason fires a grapple high into the rafters above the stage, winging into the safety of the darkness overhead.