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[color=black][b]Location[/b][/color] — Angel Grove Community Center
[color=black][b]Interactions[/b][/color] — Vallory [@Zoey Boey], Sloane [@psych0pomp][/center][hr]
As soon as Ross heard the sound of Sloane's unreasonably fat finger click, signaling to both him and Vallory that the selfie had been taken and with it, his end of the deal completed, Ross immediately stepped away in a somewhat eccentric fashion, almost twirling a half step. He gripped the inside of his legs, tugging at his pants. Because the fabric his pants were made from wasn't as rough as denim jeans might've, getting his boxers to where they needed to be was a matter of one-two-three tugs.

"Much better." A smiling ross turned back, looking at Vallory and then to Sloane. He found it odd that for a guy who insisted on the selfie, he wasn't so happy that it was done. Ross couldn't even recall the Frat Boy tapping away at his phone, as he knew to share it to any social media app, one had to hit a few more times on your phone. 

[color=black]"What's wrong? No good?"[/color]

And when Ross got no answer, he saw that Sloane was in some sort of trance-like state. Ross then tried to snap at his direction and his immediate response was something was, again, getting his name wrong.

[color=black]"It's Ross! Not Ryan. Not Rhodes. Ross! Like David Schwimmer's character from Friends!"[/color] IT was clear Ross was getting fed up with being called Ryan.

And then Sloane mentioned cosplayers, which decreased Ross' annoyance and a look of visible confusion consumed his face.

[color=black]"Cosplayers? Does this look like SacAnime to you?"[/color] He retorted back, slightly annoyed at the assumption that it was cosplay season. [color=black]"We don't host Ang-Anime until the spring."[/color]

As Ross followed Sloane's gaze, there was a moment when he thought they actually were cosplayers, coming here to put on a show for the kids. And at the moment he had that thought, it became apparent that this would be a problem. For one, Entertainment Hour wasn't for another three hours. And secondly, he knew for a fact that what was planned was more along the lines of a local pop-punk band and not some Renaissance Fair rejects. 

But there was something about them. Something...familiar. Ross couldn't place his finger on it, but he didn't like that feeling. Something in his gut, which may have been the lack of food in it, but definitely something about this whole thing made him feel uneasy. Even as Sloane asked for the best path to exit, he just couldn't shake this feeling.

Internally, Ross' old habits were starting to come back to the surface. The same old habits that made him a nightmare for the kids he grew up with. Those very same ones that caused him to shut down. Whatever sounds he heard coming from the stomping feet of the three armed whatever-they-were, slowly approaching them, were muffled out by the various scenarios that Ross began to play in his head. They had weapons and the only person who could match that was Sloane. 

[color=black][I]But I'm not a fighter. I wouldn't stand a chance.[/i][/color]

And Ross found himself neck-deep in the sinking sandpit that was his mind. His chest started to feel tight and Ross gripped the top of the table as tight as he could, his other arm gripping his throat as if to alleviate the anguish he was allowing himself into experiencing. It felt like all the weight in his body was being pressed on his shoulders, his legs, arms, against his throat. And Ross just...he couldn't breathe.

[color=f49ac2][b]""HrrrrrRAGH!"[/b][/color]

And then he'd hear something, loud and demanding his full attention. And with it, Ross' hyperventilating seemed to subside. [color=black]"Vallory?"[/color] He questioned as he saw her chuck what looked like a...cinder block. [color=black]"Wait was that what I think it was?"[/color]

And then it crashed into one of the armed things. Ross saw it stagger and then Vallory went for the weapon in its hand.

[color=black][I]Is she insane?[/i][/color] Ross thought as he stood paralyzed, watching the Amazon of a woman do what she can to protect them. 

And then he remembered who else was here. Not just the three of them, but..

[color=black]"The kids..."[/color] He muttered out, looking back where he had come from. He still heard the faint sounds of chatter, the sounds of kids either ignorant to what was coming or just unaware of the danger outside. 

Without even thinking, Ross jumped onto the table. He wouldn't even know what he was doing until he lept off one foot. He was able to cover a good amount of distance due to his old track and field training and managed to secure his hands on the same lance that Vallory had, under hers for obvious reasons. 

[color=black]"Four hands are better than two!"[/color] He said, grinning at her.


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