[ Slowly, Connor sits up, taking stock of himself. He's had the wind knocked out of him, and forces himself to breathe again... arms are okay. Legs are okay. There's no sharpness as his lungs fill, which means that even though he knows he'll be sore tomorrow, he didn't crack any ribs. Tilting his head from side to side he decides his neck isn't injured, and he knows he didn't hit his head. Flopping back into the hay, Connor stares up at the roof he jumped from.
'That was stupid,' he thinks. And he's sure he didn't look as graceful as Altair, but he pulled it off. '...man, that's high.'
He's still lying in the hay, breathing and waiting for his pulse to return to normal, counting the windows in the building to guess how high it is, when he hears footsteps. Altair's, moving fast. The older man must have been watching, and is coming to check if he's dead. Connor raises his hand up above the hay, giving a thumbs up sign. ]
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'That was stupid,' he thinks. And he's sure he didn't look as graceful as Altair, but he pulled it off. '...man, that's high.'
He's still lying in the hay, breathing and waiting for his pulse to return to normal, counting the windows in the building to guess how high it is, when he hears footsteps. Altair's, moving fast. The older man must have been watching, and is coming to check if he's dead. Connor raises his hand up above the hay, giving a thumbs up sign. ]