Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20170602072721/@comment-31749612-20170604062711

''Whiskey nodded at Curt's comment. "Definitely have to be careful." He though as he climbed up the ladder and approached a door. He put his ear on it and could faintly hear footsteps.''

''He took a deep breath and shook his head before he kicked the door open, eyes wide. The soldier looked back at him, very startled and surprised. Seeing as there wa someone else, the soldier threw down a shelf, turned around and immediately started to run. ''

''Whiskey quickly chased after him, jumping over the shelf. He was managing to slowly catch up to the soldier as they maneuvered the rooms and hallways. The soldier was definitely freaking out, not expecting someone else to be there.''

''Though after about a minute of running through hallways, Whiskey was struggling to keep up with the soldier... As he kept throwing things down to block Whiskey's path, and he was really fast.''

''Suddenly, the soldier shoulder smashed a door open only to be met with Curt standing there. Not expecting this at all, he tried to stop... But momentum caused him to absolutely slam into Curt's right side of his body.''

''This in turn caused Curt to fall over, and the soldier to lose all his balance. Since the soldier had lost his balance, he started leaning off the edge of the fort, expression nothing but fear. Whiskey then ran through the open doorway and noticed the soldier almost fully off the edge. He was faced with two choices...''

                                             Help Him -OR- Do Nothing

''Whiskey, without thinking, dove toward the soldier, managing to get a firm grip on his leg. The soldier went off the edge... But since Whiskey was grabbing his leg, he didn't fall all the way down... He only fell about a foot or two, but was now hanging off the edge with only Whiskey stopping him from plumiting to the ground.''

''Because Whiskey had a grip with only one arm, he started sliding... And it would only take a few seconds for him to also fall off the edge. The soldier was now yelling out of fear... And Whiskey's expression was nothing but a scared one as he realized he was sliding.''

Curt, had a choice...

                                              Grab Whiskey -OR- Do Nothing