[Locked] I'm wrapped in the depths of these deeds that have made me....
In a quiet area of the park not far from the Organization's headquarters, but far enough that he feels comfortable stopping, Sark is leaning against a tree, trying to get his bearings back. Most of the chocolate has been wiped clean of his face, but it's still sticking to his hair and arms and clothes. There's something he doesn't want to explain to anyone who might come across him.
He's exhausted, a combination of the fight with Katja, hunger, the nauseated sensation in the pit of his stomach from what little of the chocolate might have gotten in his system, and the fact that he ran as fast as he could go to get out of that building. He didn't have to fight his way out, which suggests that either the guards were distracted or he was just having way more luck than any one person should have, especially one who isn't exactly racking up karma points.
Something snaps a twig nearby and Sark pulls the knife he grabbed off Katja, all of his senses on overdrive. It's, of course, just a squirrel... A squirrel that looks at him like he's insane before running off. Sark's muscles relax slowly and he closes his eyes, internally chiding himself for the paranoia.
...Not that it's wholly irrational. Not with the month he's having.
THREAD WARNING: The following threads contain sadism, torture, molestation, animal abuse, murder, and accidental cannibalism. YOU ARE WARNED. :| :|
He's exhausted, a combination of the fight with Katja, hunger, the nauseated sensation in the pit of his stomach from what little of the chocolate might have gotten in his system, and the fact that he ran as fast as he could go to get out of that building. He didn't have to fight his way out, which suggests that either the guards were distracted or he was just having way more luck than any one person should have, especially one who isn't exactly racking up karma points.
Something snaps a twig nearby and Sark pulls the knife he grabbed off Katja, all of his senses on overdrive. It's, of course, just a squirrel... A squirrel that looks at him like he's insane before running off. Sark's muscles relax slowly and he closes his eyes, internally chiding himself for the paranoia.
...Not that it's wholly irrational. Not with the month he's having.
THREAD WARNING: The following threads contain sadism, torture, molestation, animal abuse, murder, and accidental cannibalism. YOU ARE WARNED. :| :|