Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171203061043

(S9)

Jorge attempts to glance over his shoulder but the glare from is armor blinded him, preventing him from seeing anything.

"How much longer will this round last? How much longer must we run before all this madness ends!

He stumbles on a rock but regained his footing after a few missed steps almost caused him to tumble.

"Damnit! I don't think that the ferris wheel is a smart..." -huff- "You can't just expect any park attraction to hide you! Where are you going to run! -huff- "You'll basically be trapped up there!"

"Isn't there a tunnel or a mirror hall? That would be a better place to hide than a ferris wheel!"

'Jorge' feels his lungs weaken a deep drowning sensation quickly overcoming him making him want to hurl. He slows down once more but forces himself to continue, not wanting to listen to his tennant's complaints.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' He thought to himself, the profanity keeping him moving forward. Kept him running despite his quickly fading stamina. Kept him running despite the overwhelming urge to keel pver and expell the noxious secretions from his lungs.