[center][hr][h3][color=c4df9b]Martin Cromwell[/color] & [color=8882be]Aliana Agüero.[/color][/h3]
[b][code]The Campsite - Docks.[/code][/b]
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When he'd finally caught up with the group, he had nearly doubled over in exhaustion. He wasn't built for running, that much was blindingly [i]obvious.[/i] He also hadn't expected Kimberly to apologize to him for something that he hadn't even thought twice about. The point of him risking his life had been to give everyone a chance to run. Whether or not that had killed him, didn't really matter. 

He [i]had[/i] dislocated his shoulder, and it hurt more and more with each passing moment. It was a growing pain, it seared through him and it made it hard to focus on the exchange. He'd never dislocated anything other than his finger before, he hadn't realized that every moment after it was going to be complete agony. He couldn't wait to get it in a sling and never think about this place ever again.

"[color=c4df9b][i]Nah[/i], it's fine, I wanted you to get out.[/color]"

He had just barely responded before Jordan cut in, though he didn't blame her for the response. It wasn't the time or the place to exchange pleasantries. He was just glad that they'd both made it out without a hair out of place. As long as that monster hadn't killed anyone in that building, he could take pride in knowing that he had provided the distraction that provided their freedom.

He'd been lucky and he wasn't going to take that for granted. He couldn't see himself pulling anymore stunts like that. He was going to try to be careful from now on, he'd gotten to live [i]today[/i] but would he be so lucky the next time that something horrible happened? Not that he expected to ever face off with a monster and an axe again. 

He didn't picture [i]anything[/i] like this ever happening again. It was just too [i]weird[/i], too [i]not so every day[/i]. This kind of thing didn't happen twice, unless they were particularly unlucky. He just wanted to go home, back to his normal, boring life and talk to Rita. This had been a pretty horrible night as far as he was concerned.

He located Rita's current position amongst the small assembly and took up a place near her side. He may have irritated her earlier or whatever that was, but she was still his best friend. He still felt at his most comfortable in her presence. He drew in a careful breath and offered her a half-hearted smile as they headed down to the docks.

[i]Splash[/i].

The sound of the boat hitting water was satisfying, and it was therapeutic. She liked the gentle sway of the wood on water, it was easy to be lulled by that sort of thing. She just wanted to get out of here, this place was starting to wear down on her nerves. She had wanted this trip to go well, she'd pictured herself kicking back and getting to know Lynette some more. She'd wanted to hang out with Penny, maybe go for a swim or two. 

The idea had seemed so [i]nice[/i] at first. It was drastic how [i]bad[/i] that it had ended up being. Monsters, murder and hallucinations, [i]oh my![/i] It was hard not to be a little disappointed and a little irritated. She had been looking forward to this trip but now it was ruined and she was just ready to go home. She was happy she'd gotten out without being amongst the dead, but she hadn't really been at risk to begin with. 

The docks had been a good idea, not only was the view better but [i]she hadn't even had to see the infamous monster.[/i] With the bedraggled group of kids that were approaching, it was obvious that it whatever had gone down at the camp fire hadn't been very fun. Everyone looked a bit disheveled, a few kids had skinned knees. A boy with dark hair tailed the back of the group, clutching his arm and looking very pale.

Britney seemed to be at the head of this small group, like some kind of unofficial authority. That's what kids did when they were scared, they sought out authority. When things got out of hand, it was easy to start missing rules and regulations. It was odd to consider that not so long ago, these kids had been passing around a bottle of vodka and talking in clusters. Now, they all just wanted out. She wanted out too.

She supposed in a way that Lynette had become the unofficial authority of their small group. They'd all gratefully followed her into the boat house without complaint. It [i]had[/i] been the only sane idea at the time, the scared dude had been pretty convincing. He'd genuinely made her not want to be out in the open. Unfortunately the boat house had been [i]dark[/i] and she had seen that [i]thing[/i] with her face.

She still figured that following Lynette's guidance was for the best, she trusted the girl to some degree. Her presence was sort of [i]comforting[/i], she'd very quickly became someone that Aliana had a lot of faith in. If she was going to follow the directions of [i]anyone[/i], it would be Lynette. She had that sort of air around her, like she naturally just [i]knew more[/i].

If Lynette was going to help then Aliana was going to help, it wasn't like she had anything better to do. There were a lot of boats that would need dragging and she had two functioning arms, which was more than she could say for the shrimpy guy that looked like he'd dislocated his shoulder. He was awkwardly cradling the limb, looking like it was taking everything for him not to be complaining about it. [i]What a baby.[/i]

She was sure she'd seen him around before, he always seemed to linger behind people. When he realized that she was looking in his direction, he strategically stepped to the side so that he was hidden behind the taller figures in the group. Even injured and terrified, he still found time to worry that she was going to call him a "loser" or some shit. How quaint. How [i]ridiculous[/i].

She had helped, dragging boats out to the water and getting them prepared for boarding. When Britney announced that they should start getting in, she couldn't help but be skeptical of her choice. Though, she figured that if Britney wanted to stay behind and keep an eye out then nothing she said would change her mind on that. It was suicidal of her to try to stay behind, not even Lynette could seem to change her mind though.

She was helping set up the rest of the boats when she heard the distant cry. A boy was wildly waving him arms and yelling out to them and she could almost [i]feel[/i] her spirit evacuating her body. "[color=8882be]What in the [i]hell[/i] is it, [i]now?[/i][/color]"
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