The closest thing to being flung off of a balcony she had ever experienced before this moment was when she was in a bouncy castle when she was seven and a big kid who was too big for the castle jumped on and she had flown right up into the ceiling. This was entirely different because there was no castle and the ground was not going be as forgiving. She told herself whatever happened would have been better than being stuck on an alien station as someone's property, but the thought was cut short when she felt a familiar sticky substance attach to her hands. Peter.
Now Liz was suddenly doing her best Tarzan impression as she swung, eyes closed as she got close to a pillar for a moment as if she were going to make contact, but never did. Just as she got her bearings, the line jerked and she felt herself move up and down like those quick descent rides at a theme park.
When she heard Peter call down to her, Liz was already climbing up. It was embarrassingly awkward since PE had never been her favourite class, but she did remember the techniques demonstrated by the teacher. It seemed a bit easier before - the added strength to her body from the atmosphere, unbeknownst to her, was helping. Still, Peter could probably feel occasional tugs on the line as she ascended the webbing.
From above, the Melki growled at Peter and reared up for another attack and then - CLANG - Something large and metal not unlike a garbage can hit the feline in the back of his head. Pink glittery letters disappeared behind some boxes as the Melki turned around, momentarily distracted.
Re: Closed to Liz Parker
Now Liz was suddenly doing her best Tarzan impression as she swung, eyes closed as she got close to a pillar for a moment as if she were going to make contact, but never did. Just as she got her bearings, the line jerked and she felt herself move up and down like those quick descent rides at a theme park.
When she heard Peter call down to her, Liz was already climbing up. It was embarrassingly awkward since PE had never been her favourite class, but she did remember the techniques demonstrated by the teacher. It seemed a bit easier before - the added strength to her body from the atmosphere, unbeknownst to her, was helping. Still, Peter could probably feel occasional tugs on the line as she ascended the webbing.
From above, the Melki growled at Peter and reared up for another attack and then - CLANG - Something large and metal not unlike a garbage can hit the feline in the back of his head. Pink glittery letters disappeared behind some boxes as the Melki turned around, momentarily distracted.