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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 0:31:57 GMT -8
Dr. Jar --
You dash through the door on the back wall, mind a muddle. It would be a
disaster for Mills to escape, but was that was this was really all about?
What about the boy?
Your flashlight flickered-- once, twice, as you lurched into the darkness.
You caught a glimpse of orange in the dark-- Mills! It had to be his jumpsuit.
He was ducking low and slipping between two pipes. His gangly leg caught
briefly, and he was slowed long enough for you to catch up.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 15, 2018 15:34:17 GMT -8
 Harriet- I pursued him, not knowing what kind of forces drew him to this location at this appointed time. My attention was focused on this man. I cannot allow him to get away.
I followed him, and as he stumbled, made my pursuit.
Threatening him did not seem to yield any result, but if he continued to struggle, then... |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 17:39:25 GMT -8
He tried to dodge out of your sight, but was unable to tell exactly where
you were. He would be close enough to grab. Too bad you weren't a burly
security guard. |
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 15, 2018 19:12:31 GMT -8
Harriet- I followed behind him, not attempting to grab him. He could probably out-muscle me, even though he was a skinny sort of man.
Instead I follow him, wondering if he knows a way I do not.
I look behind me and notice we've lost Mill's security detail. |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 15, 2018 19:56:23 GMT -8
You were close enough to reach him with the spray paint, as he tried to dodge
around corners. Too slow, too tall. You easily kept behind him. |
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 15, 2018 22:44:25 GMT -8
Harriet- I look around as I keep up. I'm hoping he gets himself stuck in here. I keep a hand on the spraypaint can meant for him because I know I can use it on him in a tight spot, but something tells me not to do it now. It won't lead to the outcome that I'm hoping for. Instead I keep stride with him and watch for anything that seems out of place, or suggestive of a child. The way was dark down here. These were parts of the ship I had never seen before. I wondered, vaguely, how much there was. The ship was not so big. How long did Mills think that he could hide down here? Did he really know the way out? "Mills, how do we get out of here? Be honest." She moved on to horrorboys.proboards.com/thread/1059/18-25-twisty-passages |
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