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Night 65: Hall of Faith
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He was ready for the drop this time, but that didn't make it much easier to get down the gravelly slope that waited for them inside the door. Sure, Scott was able to better control his descent and not get horribly scraped and cut this time (always a good thing), but he still went down way faster than he would have liked. He did almost start tumbling head over heels a couple of times, too, despite his efforts to keep moving feet-first. Thankfully, the slope evened out eventually, as it had the night before, and soon the trio were at the cliff's edge once again.
"I call 'not it' for jumping first," said Scott, peering out over the ledge. Being up here and knowing he would actually feel the impact and the cold down below this time? Liiiiitle more apprehension than before.
He was ready for the drop this time, but that didn't make it much easier to get down the gravelly slope that waited for them inside the door. Sure, Scott was able to better control his descent and not get horribly scraped and cut this time (always a good thing), but he still went down way faster than he would have liked. He did almost start tumbling head over heels a couple of times, too, despite his efforts to keep moving feet-first. Thankfully, the slope evened out eventually, as it had the night before, and soon the trio were at the cliff's edge once again.
"I call 'not it' for jumping first," said Scott, peering out over the ledge. Being up here and knowing he would actually feel the impact and the cold down below this time? Liiiiitle more apprehension than before.
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It turned out that wasn't the case, though -- as soon as he started slipping on the gravel, he crouched down and ended up outright sitting as he slid down the rocky slope. It hurt like hell because the gravel managed to tear through some of his clothing, but it was better than falling on his face.
Once he reached the bottom, Harvey carefully pulled up to his feet and hobbled over to Scott. It seemed like jumping at the same time would make the most sense, like they had the night before. Harvey realized at a delay that there was one problem with him bringing a journal along, which was that they were about to leap into a pool of water. It was going to get soaked.
He shoved the journal under the collar of his shirt, although he realized that probably wouldn't do much good once he was submerged in water. That meant he was probably stuck playing charades for the rest of the night.
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