[The suggestion wasn't a bad one, except that when Eames pushed open the windows, instead of being on the ground floor or even one charitable floor up, they were on the sixth floor. Shit.]
Any rope?
[No, of course not, it was a principle's office. Instead, he grabbed at the nearest piece of furniture, already imaging it as rope in his hands, tying it around the sturdiest looking desk. No point in trying to be subtle when the projections were already onto them.]
I'll go first or find your own way down.
[Without waiting for an answer, he was already sliding down as fast as possible.]
no subject
Any rope?
[No, of course not, it was a principle's office. Instead, he grabbed at the nearest piece of furniture, already imaging it as rope in his hands, tying it around the sturdiest looking desk. No point in trying to be subtle when the projections were already onto them.]
I'll go first or find your own way down.
[Without waiting for an answer, he was already sliding down as fast as possible.]