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britbitchsnark.livejournal.com[Shaun was quite enjoying the sightseeing of Venice and not having to worry about the place crawling with templars. He was just crossing the Ponte di Rialto bridge, when he found himself struck with an opportunity. He'd seen Desmond training to do it.. so.. it wouldn't hurt right? After all, anything that lazy bugger could do, he was sure that he could do better. Besides! He was a trained assassin himself, this should be a piece of piss. It was dumb, but he shoved his glasses in his pockets, knowing they'd only fall off.
He crouched. Took and deep breath - and with that he was off.
In a swift bolt he jumped up several barrels that lead to a second story window ledge. Digging his fingers into the small cracks of the brickwork, he managed to clumsily scramble up to the third floor window. Now roughly halfway between the ground below and the roof he was trying to ignore that nagging voice in the back of his head telling him that no amount of adrenaline could justify this. Looking around him he tried to make out where the next hand hold was, that was until his foot slipped. His breath caught in his mouth and he gripped as hard as he could. He could suddenly hear his heart in his ears, beating so hard it felt like it would explode from his chest.
'Shaun, you've had some pretty dumb fucking ideas in the past but this takes the bloody biscuit you fucking tosser.'
He daren't let go of the ledge, but he knew that he'd have to call for help-- oh god how humiliating. It was all that partying and drinking, he just knew it. And this was why he never went out and stayed fixated at his computer, because being outside gave him stupid ideas. He could climb down? Well, normally he would have, but he was too terrified to even consider moving. Nice job Shaun.]
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