[Center][h2]Dakota Rhett[/h2]
[sub]November 29th? - ???[/sub]
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Dakota suddenly felt like the light little feather he was, eyes widening as Vincent pushed off of him and charged forward. Now, he could note all the bravery people had going forward, especially compared to him, but either from the simple fact they had been trying to run together or because he was a literal giant, Vincent's actions to help the group rooted in his mind at that moment. If Dakota had any doubts about helping him before, they were long gone as the boy felt like his judgement was correct. There was a hint of guilt he felt, from lacking in aggression himself in regards to pushing through, but in reality he knew he'd probably just get in the way.

So he took Vincent's words and bolted. Not that even such a thing as running was easy, Dakota's injures causing him to grit his teeth, but note he didn't get it as bad as Vincent had despite him still moving. The fear of what was behind him mixed with the anxiety of what the hell could possibly be ahead, and sheer panic fueled him to keep going despite his pain. He'd be paying for it later, if he even had time to later, but with death all around them he wasn't exactly sure how the hell they were supposed to escape. 

[i][center][sub]I see it clearly~

You and me, eternity~[/sub][/center][/i]

It was like a broadcast in his head. Dakota tried to ignore it, but it began to deafen his surroundings. The only thing repressing it being words from Barney that pierced through, causing him to look up and notice the open door. Not freedom, per se, but the first step towards it. Without hesitation he scrambled through, although he fell once on the other side and took a moment to pick himself up, dirtying his clothes in the process though such a thing was far beyond his concern at this point. He joined Barney's effort in holding the door open soon after, not wanting to leave him to it, considering his heroic action. "You're a lifesaver." He remarked between breaths, although there wasn't time to really converse.

As everyone went through, Dakota had appreciated the second to catch his breath, but quickly removed himself from the door to allow it to close. His eyes peered through as it did, noting that mysterious girl and her situation inside. Gritting his teeth, he wondered if what he just witnessed was a sacrifice on her behalf for their sake. Turning away with clenched fists, he had to try and make it all worth something. Not waste it. He felt an odd familiarity with her, but couldn't quite place it. But it had something to do with falling? Not the 'in love' kind of sense, something more literal.  

While he momentarily pondered, Barney's words caught his attention again. With a confused "Eh?" He peered over at the spotlight, noting it was indeed freaking out. It seemed that girl was buying them more time than he originally thought, and he realized he needed to double down on his escape efforts. "Def' no point in standing around here. Might as well make use of the dark as best we can." As if he knew the first thing about escaping prisons, but it seemed obvious enough.

[i][center][sub]So open up and let me know~

Just how you feel~[/sub][/center][/i] 

At this rate, Dakota couldn't blame someone for thinking he was crazy as he went quiet and just peered off towards the left. It was farther up towards the walls of the prison, but the visage was clear: It looked like some sort of entertainment center, which wasn't particularly strange on it's own, but when paired with the prison around it made a lack of sense, especially compared to the cathedral distanced to the left. However, it brought him a realization that what he was hearing was, in fact, not actually in his head. But trailed off from there. Though it feel deafly silent on everyone else's ears, he thought a noise-filled place like that would be the last place the guards might look... Something kept feeding him reasons for why it was such a good idea to go. It was almost a compelled action, really, but he couldn't explain that well enough to the others. 

All of this was cut off from the sound of the guards. "Man!" He just wanted a break, but that was clearly over. Barney didn't need to tell him to get running in the opposite direction, the boy's sore feet only being more notable after standing around for a minute. He didn't have the leisure to sit around and complain, though. Those prods looked dangerous and Dakota had zero intent in being on the receiving end of them. 

Unfortunately, through intervention or otherwise, Dakota and Barney had darted to the left side of the prison, but their routes differed. Between his panic and the compelled feeling in his mind, the boy rushed towards the entertainment center. Thankfully, being a small individual had its advantages in this large terrain, where he felt even someone like Vincent could probably lose those guards despite his size. He never approved of his own wardrobe more than today, his dark colors on light clothing making it easy enough to stick in any shadowy corner he could find at the pens. 

Unfortunately, the slower he went, the more the chasing guards could catch up. He thought for a moment, needing a plan of sorts. Not a survivalist by any means, he simply thought 'What kind of stupid mistake could an escapee make?' before being struck by a realization. Within seconds, his waistcoat was off. He snagged it on a corner of one of the pens, marking a corner he obviously tried to cut fast but got snagged on, revealing his direction. Quickly he hid on the other side as he heard the stomps approaching, his eyes not catching the sight but he could hear them stomping away towards the direction he laid out for them. 

"Whew." He knew it wasn't over, but hell, that felt pretty good! There wasn't time to lose though, he had to go somewhere and that song was still reeling him in. As he slinked away into the dark towards the entertainment center, he complimented himself with a very quiet "Nice work, brain." before continuing his progress.