Dec. 9th, 2005

OOM4

Dec. 9th, 2005 06:52 pm
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Atton fell.

He didn’t know how long he plummeted down, his eyes closed and his arms spread out, but somewhere along the line, he put his arm out and closed his fingers around something long, metal and thin.

The force of his descent suddenly stopped threatened to make him lose his grip. He hung onto what he could now see was a metal bar that a satellite dish was mounted on.

Atton ground his teeth together and looked down at a nearby balcony, just slightly off to the right. He swung round, gathering the Force and propelling himself to the balcony, landing clumsily and pulling himself up.

He stumbled forward, sliding open the door.

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