[ it's not much longer that the cracks splinter deeper and the ceiling starts to break into huge chunks of concrete and metal. it takes a good amount of concentration, because nothing keeps the spikes attached, and some of them fall free. jack's quick to sweep a free hand across the air and knock the falling spike to the side, avoiding either of them getting skewered by it.
there's sweat dripping trails down the sides of his temps and jack's shoulders and arms are shaking by the time the ceiling pulls apart in several chunks that he slowly, carefully, brings down to lay on either side of the room, well aware from anyone who could get hurt by them. it looks like there's a second, less spikey, not descending ceiling behind it. that one's not going to crush down on them. cool.
and jack flops back on his butt, landing heavily on the DDR pad that he drops his back onto, eventually turning his cheek to press it against the cool metal, catching his breath. ]
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there's sweat dripping trails down the sides of his temps and jack's shoulders and arms are shaking by the time the ceiling pulls apart in several chunks that he slowly, carefully, brings down to lay on either side of the room, well aware from anyone who could get hurt by them. it looks like there's a second, less spikey, not descending ceiling behind it. that one's not going to crush down on them. cool.
and jack flops back on his butt, landing heavily on the DDR pad that he drops his back onto, eventually turning his cheek to press it against the cool metal, catching his breath. ]
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