[ Nothing seems to hinder Jail on her route, aside from the way everything is uneasy ground due to the sticky, clinging tar that drools out everywhere.
Of course, not being hindered doesn't mean nothing is happening. The closer she gets to the light, the longer her shadow becomes behind her. She may not even notice as a big beefy arm emerges from it and starts pulling itself out of the shadow. Because what's coming out possesses her own powers of sneakiness, because it's another Jail. It's more interested in creeping the other way, towards the outskirts.
Should Jail not notice her doppelganger or choose to do nothing about it, she'll quite easily reach the base of the lamppost. It's dead centre in the town square. It's enormously tall, but no thicker than the average. Perfectly climbable, however. ]
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Of course, not being hindered doesn't mean nothing is happening. The closer she gets to the light, the longer her shadow becomes behind her. She may not even notice as a big beefy arm emerges from it and starts pulling itself out of the shadow. Because what's coming out possesses her own powers of sneakiness, because it's another Jail. It's more interested in creeping the other way, towards the outskirts.
Should Jail not notice her doppelganger or choose to do nothing about it, she'll quite easily reach the base of the lamppost. It's dead centre in the town square. It's enormously tall, but no thicker than the average. Perfectly climbable, however. ]