[ makin' my way downtown, walking fast, WALKING FASTER.
it isn't new to him -- open grasslands, the sensation of being watched, of being preyed upon. "i fucked up." is his first thought. his second? "i need somewhere to hide, but there are no trees here, so let's work with what i got."
the field could easily be a trap, but looking behind him could be his doom, too. at the end of the day, he's a coward, so he falls for the bait and heads into the field before crouching so that the grass towers over his form. ]
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it isn't new to him -- open grasslands, the sensation of being watched, of being preyed upon. "i fucked up." is his first thought. his second? "i need somewhere to hide, but there are no trees here, so let's work with what i got."
the field could easily be a trap, but looking behind him could be his doom, too. at the end of the day, he's a coward, so he falls for the bait and heads into the field before crouching so that the grass towers over his form. ]