<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: School Hallway<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Everyone<br/>At 2013-09-07 19:05:17, TheHangedMan (uid: 12227) rolls: 1d100 Result: 67 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=49829)<br/><hr/>"I don't like that sound..." This was said more to Mori than anyone else. The kitten responds with a whine; maybe it knew this whole thing was wrong. Or maybe it just picked up on its masters feelings. Regardless, though, the kitten remains in the pocket of the long-sleeved flannel shirt, wide eyes easily unbothered by the relative darkness.<br/><br/>As they drew closer and closer to the classroom, he would move with Maggie to take a look inside. Something at the back of his head felt kind of wrong; wasn't there another kid here? A guy? Maybe? He wasn't sure, and pretty soon, he didn't give a single fuck about who was or was not here, because what really mattered was the fact that<strong>It</strong>was here.<br/><br/>"Don't say his name." His words would come as a whispered hiss to the two girls. The moment he caught sight, and knew what it was, he backed away from the door, and traveled several feet off to the side. He kept his back pressed against a locker, eyes darting back and forth, trying to take in all of his surroundings without leaving any sort of gap. Maybe neither of the girls knew what was in there; maybe they were lucky. But maybe they'd know the name, and if they said it, he knew he would wish he was dead; but that the world wasn't a particularly nice place, and would not grant him that luxury.<br/><br/>Instead, while remaining firmly planted where he is, he put honest consideration into what his chances were outside, in the mist. Maybe he could run all the way home, and be safe there. Maybe he could keep on running, and get even further away from<strong>It</strong>. Or maybe he'd just wind up dying tired, cold, alone, and even more scared than he was now.<br/><br/>Despite having plenty of empty space around him, if they looked at Al, he would seem more like a caged animal than anything else. The panic and urge to run is clearly expressed without the need for words.