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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 30, 2012 22:33:06 GMT -5
Puff picked up the knife, laughing. Good reflexes, fast, non-suicidal, and he had a BRILLIANT pokerface... Fred just kept getting better and better. "Hey, wait up~!! I just wanna cut you~!" Puff giggled out as he darted after the other man.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 30, 2012 22:43:38 GMT -5
"Tempting," Fred managed to spit out as he ran, "but I must decline." He took the steps two, sometimes three at a time, incredibly thankful for his long legs. The tower, sadly, was HUGE and it would take forever to reach thr bottom. The Tora mentally decided to darted onto another floor should Puff get too close. Dodging was difficult in enclosed spaces.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 30, 2012 23:01:30 GMT -5
Puff tossed the knife again, in such an enclosed space it would be hard to dodge, and if Fred managed to dodge it, it would still slow him down a little. Give him a nice scare, maybe make him trip and take a tumble too~
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 31, 2012 20:20:06 GMT -5
By some miracle or another the knife missed any vital body parts, instead skimming over Fred's forearm and clattering down the stairs. Knowing he probably wouldn't get another lucky miss in such a narrow space, he darted off at the next floor and found another place to hide in the large adjacent room. The Brit took two seconds to calm his breathing and then peeked out from behind the pillar, watching for his opponent.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 31, 2012 20:36:17 GMT -5
Instead of following Fred into the room, Puff waited outside the door, keeping himself out of the view while his shadow could be seen on the wall in front of the entrance. This way Fred would know he was there, but wouldn't get a clear shot...
It also afforded the Tora a chance at escape, if he was smart enough to figure out how Puff had gotten on a lower level than him in the first place.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 31, 2012 20:48:59 GMT -5
Fred ducked farther behind the pillar upon seeing Puff's shadow, never once letting it leave his field of vision. He clutched his bleeding arm and swallowed, trying to regulate his bleeding. Being silent was a hard thing do to, between his overworked lungs and gasps of pain.
God, I really need to quit smoking, the Brit thought, fighting the urge to hack up a lung. He swallowed again, peeking out from behind the pillar and scanning the room. He needed to find a method of escape that wasn't the stairs. Just how had his psychotic opponent managed to beat him the first time? The Tora frowned, searching for a solution. He willed his brain to work quickly; lord knew he only had so much time.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 31, 2012 20:52:58 GMT -5
Sensing that his playmate might need some extra motivation to figure out his escape, Puff took a deep breath and began counting backwards. "One-hundred... ninety-nine... ninety-eight..." He began, speaking loudly and clearly so that Fred would hear him. Time limits were always good.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Jan 31, 2012 21:02:35 GMT -5
Fred scanned the room more hurriedly this time. The stairs were certainly out... and the window, well, it was a huge drop from there to the ground. Unless...
The Brit looked at the huge, open balcony again. The floor above them had one too, hadn't it? Did all the floors? Once again, the Tora found himself cursing the fact that he was in a place so unfamiliar to him. He scooted forward a bit, trying to get a better view of what lay below. Yes, there was certainly another balcony there.
The only question was... could he make the jump without seriously injuring himself? The Brit was having serious doubts... although the fate he risked by staying up here wasn't much better...
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Feb 1, 2012 16:18:43 GMT -5
"Eighty-three!" Puff continued his chant, moving his knife back and forth like a metronome. "Eighty-two~!" He sang, then began to count just a LITTLE bit faster...
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Feb 1, 2012 20:20:49 GMT -5
As the numbers dropped, so did Fred's spirits. He gazed over the edge for another five or so seconds, pondering the best path to take. But he knew he had a better chance jumping than in a room with that madman...
So the Brit took a breath, braced himself...
And he jumped.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Feb 1, 2012 20:50:26 GMT -5
As soon as the sound of Fred's jump reached Puff's ears he let out a joyful squeal. There was a balcony beneath them, yes, and it was closer than most of the others were, a design flaw that was never fixed. Fred would live, no problem. "You did it~!" The white haired cannibal cheered. "You jumped jumped jumped~!!" He sang out, laughing merrily.
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Feb 1, 2012 20:59:02 GMT -5
The landing had been rough to say the least. Fred had made it on his feet but had quickly rolled the moment they met stone, for fear of breaking something. He skirted into the next room and scrambled to his feet. There was no time to catch his breath, so he took of towards the stairs and, hopefully, a way out.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Feb 1, 2012 21:39:52 GMT -5
Puff giggled as Fred started to run again, and instead of chasing him at a sprint the Tora just skipped down the stairs to follow him. He'd keep a close eye on the guy later. Someone in the clans would know where Fred worked, and from there Puff could gather his information and find out the best way to play with him. He'd die eventually like all the others, of course, but it would be a long while indeed. Maybe even a couple of months!
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Post by Fredrick Edeson on Feb 1, 2012 22:10:58 GMT -5
The Brit was forced to stop for breath upon reaching the bottom floor. His lungs were screaming for oxygen. After gasping for a few short moments he swallowed, pushing himself off of the wall on which he'd leaning and took off out of the building. He slowed a little, still moving at a quick pace, but no longer at maximum speed. Something told him his life was not in immediate danger but he was still afraid. Very afraid.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Feb 1, 2012 22:34:20 GMT -5
Puff made his way to the bottom of the tower a bit after Fred started running, he giggled and waved, knife clenched in his motionless hand. "Goodbye~!" He sang. "Come and play again sometime~!" A burst of insane laughter filled the air after this, and Puff slumped against to doorframe to try and contain his giggles.
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