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[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/64443/posts/ooc?page=9#post-2018163]Timothy[/url] gave chase as far as the fence until he gave up. Such was his physical weakness that Miriam was already over the fence and had gained considerable distance whereas he was still inside of the Cemetery. Yet that did not mean that he would give up, for now he sought atonement for bringing disturbance to an unfortunate. Shaking his head at himself in disapproval and mild regret, he walked serenely into the streets, going via the gate proper. 

He went by the carcasses of several broken vehicles as he went under the shadow of twin abandoned buildings. The cars blackened and twisted by the effects of flame, they were but a small testament to the great destruction brought about by the Civil War: a very unnecessary evil spawned from the ignorance of man and his predilections towards sin. Indeed, quite a sad display.

Regardless of it, an alleyway, dark, inconspicuous and the nearest wherefrom the girl had climbed over, attracted Timothy’s eye. Perhaps his quarry could be hiding there? With gentle steps, he went into its maw, his figure casting an ominous shadow onto the damp ground courtesy of the streetlamp directly behind him.

“Are you there, stranger?” He called out, his tone of voice placating, the dumpsters and garbage bags particularly having much of his eyes' attention. “I told you, mean no harm. I am just a humble seminary. You look down on your luck; do you need help?”