Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170504012353/@comment-25828117-20170507233944

Will tried to remain calm and follow the instructions, but even he could feel his cold heart pounding like it had never done before. The frantic nature of the moment caught him off-guard, no matter how prepared he had tried to make himself. After what felt like a long time but was in fact just a couple of seconds, van de Poorter found the parachute release from his chair and sent a shock through the whole system.

Will could breathe again, just barely. He was still descending fast.

He looked down to see the gunmetal plating of the ship's envelope getting closer, until he landed on it with a shock. He was right on top of the airship right now.

He couldn't relax yet. The wind was strong and just as he had 'landed' he could feel his seat slip off the uneven round plating.

Will realised was was happening and frantically tried to wrestle himself out of the safety belts that kept him in place. His hands shaking as he uncoupled them. He got blown closer and closer to the drop-off.

Until, at last he was free, causing him to roll away from the slant. He looked on as he saw his seat disappear across the edge.

"Fucking shit..." he groaned.