Gotta keep moving!...and hiding...

[whiteblackknight]

Characters: Allen Walker, OPEN!
Setting: Floor twenty-six
Format: Action-ey, if that ever was a word (prose with it is fine, too!)
Summary: Haggling at the tower has come back with a vengeance, and now Mr. Walker finds himself on the run...
Warnings: Possible language, very likely violence


Huff...huff...huff...

[That was careless.]

Dammit...

[Allen manages to hide himself behind the pipe organ, for now. His hand is around his side, trying to keep a fresh would closed.]


[Night time at the tower really is murder. Just a few more floors to go and he'll be home free. Several instruments play happily despite some of them having blood caking their vinyls. Immense heat can be felt coming from whatever it is Allen is running from.]


[Making eye contact with him, the viewer can see the sudden spark of desperation in his eyes.]

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[whiteblackknight]

[His heart races at the explosive display, but the disconcerting thought is that it is the only thing he can heart. Th-thump. Th-thump.]

[He can see clearly that she has begun to half drag him away.]

[Huh.]

[Something is going screwy with his left eye, now. Probably that...whatever she used was a little different than what it was used to. The healing had almost finished in said eye, bringing back his hearing entirely.]

Ugh...r-right...[He's no slouch at a nice, brisk sprint, but this girl was almost making a breeze.] I-I'm fine.