Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24080120-20140214001959/@comment-24481083-20140321091050

Gyllen was in trouble. Again. He'd only realised, halfway through that he couldn't release the man and catch him; even if he could, he wouldn't be strong enough to carry him down the length of then chain. He gritted his teeth as he pulled himself upwards and sat on the beams, thinking of his options. As much as he would like to simply drop the man down then catch him, there was too much to factor.

Velocity.

Mass

Gravitional Force acting upon the both of them.

And the fact that he didn't have the strength of the arms to catch him safely.

"Fuck me...." he whispered, seeing the complexity of his plans. Still, he couldn't deny he had some pretty good view of the ballroom, the lights were flashy. Well, perhaps a little too flashy for his taste. Not for the first time, he pondered on whether it was worth the pang of pain he got everytime he wished for a partner.

"I guess it really isn't, but hell. I'd still want one, plain girl would do. Nice girl, one that doens't," he said fiercely as he tried to lift the hanging man off onto the beams, " run away everytime I pop," as he grunted with sweating dissatisfaction, "the god..ugh..damn question."

Didn't know how he managed it, but the man was at least on his back on the beam. Wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, he leaned back against the wall, tired.

Then he realised there wasn't a wall. And that gravity was a total bitch.