Post by kohdo on Jul 15, 2009 13:12:25 GMT -5
John DeFoe's lower lip began to quiver in the way a child's would, his eyes wide and frightened as he took in his surroundings slowly. His fingers tightened around the handle of the oversized machete instinctively as he felt realization wash over him like an angry burst of wind. He was scared. Terrified. Like a child without his mother in a department store who was unable to scream for her. A child who could merely curl up and cry on the floor as shoppers stepped around him gingerly like he was a dead bird or a mud puddle. Unwanted and disliked, the way things had always been.
"Not home," was the only thing the man's small brain could manage, "Hat-man did this. Hat-man did everything."
John uttered a moan similar to that of a zombie's before catching his trembling lip under his teeth, looking around for something he recognized. Nothing. No shackles, no Matthew... not even Hat-man. A twisted grin crossed his face behind the welder's mask at the thought of freedom from the blasted house and the Hat-man. No one to hurt him, no one to make him suffer anymore. Nothing to keep him trapped, caged up like a stupid animal.
Or...?
[[OOC: God this sucks. I apologize so much.]]
"Not home," was the only thing the man's small brain could manage, "Hat-man did this. Hat-man did everything."
John uttered a moan similar to that of a zombie's before catching his trembling lip under his teeth, looking around for something he recognized. Nothing. No shackles, no Matthew... not even Hat-man. A twisted grin crossed his face behind the welder's mask at the thought of freedom from the blasted house and the Hat-man. No one to hurt him, no one to make him suffer anymore. Nothing to keep him trapped, caged up like a stupid animal.
Or...?
[[OOC: God this sucks. I apologize so much.]]
