Distillation: 38 | Russell (Accidental)
[The feed clicks on, a hand slapping down over it to stop it rattling. Russell is crouched on the floor just inside a door, back pressed firmly against the wall. The door is broken, giving a clear view of the hall outside. The floor shudders as a Big Daddy thunders closer. The Big Daddy disappears around a corner with a groan and the blond breathes a sigh of relief.
Then the wall shudders and his eyes fly wide. The Big Daddy is pounding on the wall nearby in search of a Little Sister. Russell scrambles to his feet, a heavy bag strapped across his chest, blood spattered pages sticking out of it. He leans hesitantly out the door, glancing around to see if he can make a run for it.
Another thunderous footfall, closer this time, and Russell jerks his head back inside. The Big Daddy is now trudging along after a Little Sibling, back the way he’d just come. Russell reaches down to pick up the device and only then realizes it’s been recording. His eyes widen more and there’s obviously a hint of fear in his eyes but he shakes his head at the feed, holding a finger to his lips before cutting it. The last thing he needs is someone shouting worriedly at him and giving away his position.]
((OOC: Any Little Siblings, feel free to be the one there? Though he won’t be doing anything foolish unless it’s someone he knows…>>))
Then the wall shudders and his eyes fly wide. The Big Daddy is pounding on the wall nearby in search of a Little Sister. Russell scrambles to his feet, a heavy bag strapped across his chest, blood spattered pages sticking out of it. He leans hesitantly out the door, glancing around to see if he can make a run for it.
Another thunderous footfall, closer this time, and Russell jerks his head back inside. The Big Daddy is now trudging along after a Little Sibling, back the way he’d just come. Russell reaches down to pick up the device and only then realizes it’s been recording. His eyes widen more and there’s obviously a hint of fear in his eyes but he shakes his head at the feed, holding a finger to his lips before cutting it. The last thing he needs is someone shouting worriedly at him and giving away his position.]
((OOC: Any Little Siblings, feel free to be the one there? Though he won’t be doing anything foolish unless it’s someone he knows…>>))