[Family? Not so much. Not for a decade. Friends he's got a few of, but none that are awake. And speaking frankly, if they woke to hear about him biting it in the middle of a Blade Runner meets Lord of the Rings fusion kingdom, they'd be upset but reasonably unsurprised.
Case in point: he'd caught up with the younger man but is winding himself much too quickly to hold the pace. He wasn't that old but he's hardly a sprinter. Soft jobs led to soft bodies sooner or later, and Richie had been lucky thus far that his wasn't showing outwardly. In motion?
The fork in the road has him doubting his chances. The harrowing shriek behind doubles down on the drop in morale. The kid's snatching his jacket before he can think twice, and they're pulling to the right.]
I got it, I got it! Stop yanking!
[Let go already, shit.
Up ahead. There's a small wedge in the wall, and some mad instinct shrieks at him (not unlike the kinds he'd get at home, come to think of it, and later he might wonder) to cease fleeing. It's just wide enough, and the pair of them both lean slim.]
In here! [Hypocritical, but now its his turn to force manhandling as he all but shoves the Canuck into the split, and squeezes himself in soon after. It runs long enough that they can shuffle sideways another two or three feet. Maybe four. Please don't let whatever's chasing them have long arms.]
that icon is so dramatic but the sparkle makes it hard to see true pain
Case in point: he'd caught up with the younger man but is winding himself much too quickly to hold the pace. He wasn't that old but he's hardly a sprinter. Soft jobs led to soft bodies sooner or later, and Richie had been lucky thus far that his wasn't showing outwardly. In motion?
The fork in the road has him doubting his chances. The harrowing shriek behind doubles down on the drop in morale. The kid's snatching his jacket before he can think twice, and they're pulling to the right.]
I got it, I got it! Stop yanking!
[Let go already, shit.
Up ahead. There's a small wedge in the wall, and some mad instinct shrieks at him (not unlike the kinds he'd get at home, come to think of it, and later he might wonder) to cease fleeing. It's just wide enough, and the pair of them both lean slim.]
In here! [Hypocritical, but now its his turn to force manhandling as he all but shoves the Canuck into the split, and squeezes himself in soon after. It runs long enough that they can shuffle sideways another two or three feet. Maybe four. Please don't let whatever's chasing them have long arms.]