(from behind? jonas hadn't anticipated zack would wind around to the back of him when coming from a general "west," but he's not about to question a good thing. that's his first mistake.
his second is turning on his heel to jog over his torn admissions tickets to greet the voice head-on—literally.) Oh, thank God—thank you. I hear you, man! I'm—I think I'm heading back your— (jonas, six-foot-one, one-hundred-and-sixty-five-pounds, slams face-first into a larger, stronger body.
he goes down immediately and lands hard. the force of his sit expels the air from his lungs, momentarily stunned into groaning on his back in the dust and litter.) Ugh, ah... J-Jesus, I... might've broke my ass... (his winded lament echoes through the maze to zack as he rolls onto a hip to lay a hand over the seat of his pants where his tailbone throbs, intent on sucking it up so that he looks like less than a whole idiot in front of someone new. only when his composure is assured does jonas look up to see the other restless looking as relieved as he does—his third mistake—and shouts.
nothing but a black mass looms above, elongated and featureless but for wide, white eyes and pinprick pupils. what was stalking them has found him, though remains unmoving in the dim.)
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W-What the hell—what is that? What the fuck is that!
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his second is turning on his heel to jog over his torn admissions tickets to greet the voice head-on—literally.) Oh, thank God—thank you. I hear you, man! I'm—I think I'm heading back your— (jonas, six-foot-one, one-hundred-and-sixty-five-pounds, slams face-first into a larger, stronger body.
he goes down immediately and lands hard. the force of his sit expels the air from his lungs, momentarily stunned into groaning on his back in the dust and litter.) Ugh, ah... J-Jesus, I... might've broke my ass... (his winded lament echoes through the maze to zack as he rolls onto a hip to lay a hand over the seat of his pants where his tailbone throbs, intent on sucking it up so that he looks like less than a whole idiot in front of someone new. only when his composure is assured does jonas look up to see the other restless looking as relieved as he does—his third mistake—and shouts.
nothing but a black mass looms above, elongated and featureless but for wide, white eyes and pinprick pupils. what was stalking them has found him, though remains unmoving in the dim.)
...
W-What the hell—what is that? What the fuck is that!
(911)