Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170625164411/@comment-5543592-20170723005840

Randall considered the pipe, and the pack of dogs. He could just leave. They'd all get eaten, and it'd be assumed that he was dead too. Randall smiled. That was a nice thought. But then Randall was a some coward who ran away from a bunch of dogs. Besides, maybe the doctor lady would sleep with him if he pulled this off. That was a nice thought too.

He took to running steps forward and launched himself up. He hit the wall feet first, bent at the went. His hands hooked around the drainpipe, and he braced his knees to keep balance. Then, lowering himself towards the wall, wrapping his arms around the pipe like he was about to give it a tight hug, or strangle it, he began to shimmy up it slowly first, then at a rapid pace. He looked for the next hold, or perhaps a way onto the floor.