<strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Continued from Leighton Place... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265088.msg13086164#msg13086164)</em></span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Ortiz Backyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Savannah Ortiz<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Needing a break<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>You'd think all he would need to do was retrace the steps he and Aric had taken. Some of those fences, however, were simply too tall and thus forced Terry to change his route, seeking out familiar landmarks where he could. However, some of the alternate routes he planned to take led to dead ends or, in one yard's case, an elderly man looking through his telescope to try and stargaze. The second Terry hopped his fence, planning to cut through diagonally, he had to readjust, turning to the side and hopping the fence again... only to see a rather excited doberman barking and sprinting his way. Another leap over a fence, leaving a sock behind for the dog to chew on, and Terry was back in safety.<br/><br/>By time he finally got to a road, it was far away from where Robinson Road was located. Moreover, he needed to get out of sight before someone called the cops raving about a naked black man streaking through the neighborhood. Panting heavily, the water from the hot tub had dried in the passing breeze of air, but the sweat began to take its place, maintaining a sheen upon his dark muscules. His calves and thighs pumped, his buttocks tensing, and his block-and-tackle bouncing every which way as he sprinted and zig-zagged through the network of carefully manicured yards. He didn't realize it, but he ended up sprinting right past the hedge to the Leighton residence once again.<br/><br/>He snagged his foot as he leaped over one more fence, tumbling onto the grass lawn below. He laid there for a moment, his chest heaving with every desperate breath. The night sky once more hovered above him, but all that tranquility suddenly turned to a glittering mirth. Evidently stars could enjoy a bit of schadenfreude as much as the next guy.<br/><br/>Groaning he stood up, taking in the surroundings of yet another rich back yard with wealthy accoutrements and a pool bigger than his College apartment. Limping slightly, he walked his way to one of the chairs outside, obviously for public parties and gatherings. It didn't look like whoever was home was paying attention to the yard, so he decided to allow this moment to rest, get his bearings, and perhaps get his clothes back on. He dropped down into the chair, resting for several minutes, not a single word or thought coming to his mind.<br/><br/>And then he stood up, unrolling his jeans, and began to step his leg into the pantleg... only to stop and examine his foot. Which was bleeding.<br/><br/>"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked himself, sitting back down. Whatever that fence was made out of, it seemed to give a pretty good slash across his foot.