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[color=#e4e5e6]Flick, once his wings were tucked in and obscured into his shirt, ventured out slowly into the open. The park was deserted. Only a lone jogger could be spotted across the open field. 

"I don't know," He said to Crash. His plan was to find some nearby restaurants and hope for the best. He tucked his hands into the shallow pockets of his pants and tried to look causal, like he belonged. But he so very obviously didn't. Flick looked back to be sure the others were following him. 

"Try to keep together." Strength in numbers after all. At this point, one of the straying from the group could mean being permanently separated. This place was so big and unfamiliar, their chances of finding one another again would be slim. 

Flick was hesitant to walk near the road, but something caught his eye. It was a big, metal bin with the word "Donations: shoes and clothes" plastered across all four sides. He began wandering towards it. The bin, placed next to the road for convenience, would offer them better, more inconspicuous clothing. However, being so closed to the road meant they could possibly get spotted stealing from it. The park was open enough that Flick felt confident in their ability to escape if need be. 

Once they'd reached the bin, he paused to look it over. It had a large hatch on the back for emptying, but it was padlocked shut. "I need something heavy," He said, mostly to himself, as he looked around on the ground. [/color]