A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM | MANDATORY TRUST FALLS

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arriving late because she honestly didn't want to do this, the female cougar simply stood there, lashing her tail irritably behind her. she knew that if her partner failed her, it would be no trouble for her to get out of the falling problem, but, damn, it would be fucking irritating.
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; overflow: auto; width: 490px; height: 150px;][justify][color=white][font=segoeuilight]The small serval padded forward, glancing around slightly nervous as she waited to be assigned a partner. She had noticed that there was [i]a lot of mandatory things around here, but I guess you could say she didn't mind.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px; font-size: 10pt; width: 420px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -.6px] [justify]rotting forward, the grey-eyed child let a devious grin cross his maw, "i'm totally in! iowa, wanna be my partner?" he inquired enthusiastically as he halted by the serval child's side.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; overflow: auto; width: 490px; height: 150px;][justify][color=white][font=segoeuilight]The serval kit turned her attention to Grey and gave a light smile and nod. [b]"Of course!" she stated. She no longer felt nervous near Grey or Cytus, nor Bee or anyone else that she knew, but she was still shy around large crowds or others she didn't know. Hopefully she would be able to get over it. Right?

"So who's first?" she questioned in a curious tone.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px; font-size: 10pt; width: 420px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -.6px] [justify]"i'll go!" he volunteered quickly, "so i go up there with a rope 'round me and i jump off and you use the rope to catch me before i fall, right? is that it? sounds easy enough!"

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; overflow: auto; width: 490px; height: 150px;][justify][color=white][font=segoeuilight]The feline nodded and chuckled lightly. [b]"Yep! Ready?" she questioned as she padded over to the other end of the rope. [/fancypost]

HAEBEUSCORPUS wrote:

Haebeus raised a brow. She had no clue whom this person was. She looked around, "Kupferpaw?"

"I take it you're Haebeus, then?" Kupfer asked quietly, trotting over to the femme. It felt weird to be going through a trust exercise with someone she didn't even know--and then again, that might be the whole point.

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px; font-size: 10pt; width: 420px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -.6px] [justify]"gah, i'm not big enough to jump up there from here. hold on a sec, let me go the long way, then," he remarked quietly, ears pinned to the back of his head for some unknown reason. he waited for the serval child to let go of the rope before he went trotting off into the castle to reach the balcony.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; overflow: auto; width: 490px; height: 150px;][justify][color=white][font=segoeuilight]Iowa nodded, allowing the piece of the rope to escape her jaws. [b]"Let me know when your ready." she informed and stated with a slight smile as she then sat down besides the other end of the rope.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px; font-size: 10pt; width: 420px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -.6px] [justify]nodding quickly, the dull-coated kitten proceeded to turn tail and race upstairs and out onto the balcony, making a few wrong turns in the process. threading the rope through a gap in the bars that encased the overhang and balancing on the top edge of it, he gazed downward, recalling the wind in his fur and the slight sway of a tree as he crouched on a branch near the top when he was still in windclan's woodlands. shaking his head clear of those memories, he called down to the serval child, "ya ready?"

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; overflow: auto; width: 490px; height: 150px;][justify][color=white][font=segoeuilight]The fem nodded as she then got ready to bite down on the end of the rope, she was sure she would catch him. [b]"Ready!" she called out as she bit down gently on the edge of the rope in her jaws and waited for him to jump so she could pull back and keep him from falling onto the cushioned floor.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px; font-size: 10pt; width: 420px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -.6px] [justify]"right!... one! two!" the adventurous boy cried out, bland grey eyes gleaming with a thrill-seeking excitement, "three!" he paused for a moment, wriggled his hindquarters, and pushed off with his hindlegs, and all too suddenly, hard ground seemed to rush up to meet him, despite the soft materials softening the blow if iowa failed to pull up in time.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; overflow: auto; width: 490px; height: 150px;][justify][color=white][font=segoeuilight]Right on three, she watched him fall and when he was near the ground she bit down harshly on the rope and pulled back, stopping him from hitting the ground right away. She couldn't imagine how it would be like if there were cushions. Yikes, just the thought made her nervous.

The serval then slowly lowered him down onto the ground and padded over. [b]"How did it feel?" she questioned with slight excitement in her voice.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px; font-size: 10pt; width: 420px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -.6px] [justify]being harshly jerked up made him feel a little sick, not to mention that the pressure of the knotted rope against his ribs didn't feel too great, grey let out a soft sigh of relief as he felt solid ground beneath his paws once again, and one that did not threaten to crush him. fending off iowa's bombardment with a few head shakes, "give me a moment to get my breath back, iowa," after a couple minutes of battling with his rapidly beating heart, he succeeded and began to answer the serval's question, and lied casually for her sake, "it was great, a little achy 'round the middle, but great."

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; overflow: auto; width: 490px; height: 150px;][justify][color=white][font=segoeuilight]The serval kit nodded, by the way he looked it looked as if it were more.. painful. But she simply shook it off and waited for him to catch his breath, and once she had heard the answers she smiled and nodded. She wondered what he had meant but she'd find out in a few moments considering it was her turn now.

The had to admit, it had hurt against on her end to, the ropes had tugged on her teeth and it felt like someone was trying to pull them out. Now if she had saberteeth, it would of probably been ten times worse, but she didn't question it at all.

[b]"Well it's my turn to go, tell me when your ready so I could get to the top." she informed with a nod as she then padded over to the rope, tightening it around her. It felt like the rope was digging into her rib cage that was for sure, so she shifted and tried to get comfortable but it felt like that wasn't even possible.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px; font-size: 10pt; width: 420px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -.6px] [justify]having mostly regained his breath at that point, grey just nodded for the serval to go ahead and run upstairs, "i'm good now, go on," suddenly, the bland-eyed boy thought of what would happen if he failed to catch her, if the balcony was fifty feet instead of ten, if... if... so many ifs... a vision of the child's fragile body becoming broken and mangled in slow motion crossed his mind, and his mind slowed to a sluggish pace, filled with terror.