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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 30, 2012 18:39:49 GMT -5
"Well..." Fred scratched his cheek awkwardly. Why WASN'T he running? Probably because he knew he wasn't going to get very far if he did. "Well if I was trouble running probably wouldn't do me any good. I'd be screwed either way."
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 30, 2012 18:48:15 GMT -5
Puff seemed to think about this for a moment then nodded slowly. "I guess that makes sense..." He muttered, then frowned. "But it's boring when they don't run..." He flicked out a knife and grinned. "How about a twenty second headstart?"
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 30, 2012 18:52:35 GMT -5
Well fuck. "Is there anything I can say to walk away without being chased?" The Brit sure hoped so, but he took an apprehensive half-step backwards just in case.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 30, 2012 19:00:30 GMT -5
Puff grinned broader. "Well now you're down to about fifteen seconds... You should probably start running." In other words? No, there wasn't much one could say to keep Puff from finding ways to cure encroaching boredom.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 30, 2012 19:30:54 GMT -5
Fred took a second to process the situation he'd somehow landed himself in, and took off running the next. It still felt a bit surreal to him, bumping into some sort of phsyco killer and being forced to flee before he ended up all of the guy's suit. The Brit flew down the staircase like a bat out of hell, all the while wishing he was in a part of the city he was actually familiar with.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 30, 2012 19:45:22 GMT -5
Puff giggled as Fred took off and counted down the full fifteen seconds, he took two more to flick open his knife before hopping from this balcony to the one below it and darting into the stairwell, waiting for Fred to make his way down. His laughter was building in volume. Oh he couldn't WAIT to see the brunette's face when he saw that he was boxed in.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 30, 2012 19:59:44 GMT -5
Upon seeing Puff waiting for him on the next floor, the Brit uttered a string of cusswords and turned back around. He knew there would be nowhere to go once he ended back up on the top floor, but there wasn't any other choice. Plus, Fred wasn't exactly thinking straight. He darted towards the back of the room, knowing he had precious few seconds to figure out a plan B.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 30, 2012 20:15:39 GMT -5
Puff giggled and darted up the stairs after Fred, the other Tora was fast, he'd give him that... Perhaps it would be best not to kill him, and have him to play with later. Who KNEW when he'd find someone this fun again anyhow. Still... He'd scare him some more, and thus darted into the room after him. "Trapped, trapped, trapped~!" He sang, swinging his knife nonchalantly.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 30, 2012 20:33:56 GMT -5
More cussed were uttered as Fred came to realize just how screwed he was. Funny, he'd never picture a clean-nosed pacifist like himself coming to such a gruesome end. He had kind of assumed he'd be killed by old age, or maybe lug cancer. He REALLY needed to quit smoking. Not that this was the time or place to be thinking about such things.
The Brit darted behind some sort of pillar, scanning the room to find something to defend himself with. While a pacifist, he still wasn't going to just roll ove and die.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 30, 2012 21:02:00 GMT -5
Puff started laughing more. "Hide and seek now? I thought we were playing tag. Oh well~!" It didn't really matter what game it was, it was entertaining~ Yes, he would have to make sure Fred survived... Would have to make him cut and battered, but alive.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 30, 2012 21:10:06 GMT -5
So this was all a game to him? Sick bastard, Fred thought still searching for a defense. He stiffened, trying to stay complete still. Despite his best attempts, it still took a good few seconds to get his breathing under control. The Brit listened intently, trying to keep track of Puff's movements.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 30, 2012 21:31:07 GMT -5
Puff slid over to the pillar and slashed at Fred's arm. "Found you~!" He sang giddily.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 30, 2012 21:40:39 GMT -5
Fred instinctively grabbed his bleeding and winced, not wasting a single second before taking off in the other direction. He dashed towards the other side of the room, wondering if he could make it to the stairs again. Unfortunately he also couldn't find anything to defend himself with. The room was completely void of objects.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 30, 2012 22:01:53 GMT -5
Puff pulled a throwing knife from his sleeve and threw it at Fred. "Hey, let's play 'Manhunt' now~" He giggled out, hoping that the knife would hit Fred's ear. Nothing too harmful, but it would be a nice scar, a split ear...
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 30, 2012 22:27:15 GMT -5
Thankfully for both the Brit and his ear, Fred heard the whooshing of the blade and managed to duck in time. It narrowly missed the side of his face and zoomed past, clattering loudly upon hitting the wall and falling to the ground. The Tora turned sharply, making a made dash for the stairs.
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