( his mind is abuzz with activity, making connections and forming new trails of thoughts with lightning speed. if these "rules" really are serious (as he suspects they are), then it would certainly explain why the residents acted more like puppets than humans. it might also explain why he's having trouble remembering anything. all he remembers is... falling rain, hitting the road hard and sharp like bullets, and the sky turning dark. crunching metal, shattered glass, moans mingling with the howling winds; sweat popping on his forehead, despite the chill in the air; the pain fading to numbness —
his thoughts, however, are interrupted by a kid's shout. he shakes his head and his eyelids slip close, irritated. he turns to the guy, giving him a quick look over and scrutinizing. a sardonic chuckle is in his voice, hidden behind a slight grin. ) You just missed it! A huge truck — just throwin' free food. They even had an elephant.
( his eye roll is obvious as he turns his attentions back to the "rules." )
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his thoughts, however, are interrupted by a kid's shout. he shakes his head and his eyelids slip close, irritated. he turns to the guy, giving him a quick look over and scrutinizing. a sardonic chuckle is in his voice, hidden behind a slight grin. ) You just missed it! A huge truck — just throwin' free food. They even had an elephant.
( his eye roll is obvious as he turns his attentions back to the "rules." )