He has never had a wild creature pursue him with this amount of vigor.
Oscar listens as the creature he managed to lure away from the Colosseum skitters along the perimeter of the wall that currently separates them. He won't admit that his success at diverting its attention from the new arrivals was somewhat accidental; one of them just happened to stalk after him from the moment he stepped foot inside one of the outermost alcoves of the arena. He wasn't left with much time to go over a plan, but he was quick to formulate one when he began to understand the extent of the animal's interest in him.
He ran as fast as his newly repaired legs would carry him toward what he believed to be the most isolated section of the island, but the organism's rapid movements forced a change in trajectory that led them into a slightly more populated area. The oversized insect clipped against him a number of times as it chased him. It struck him across the front, knocking him cleanly off his feet. Only now that he is stationary does he notice the impeded motion of cogs and gears within his frame. It is something that will require inspection.
Now he is hidden within the confines of a long-abandoned store until the creature can find a way inside. His wheelwork turns noisily as he analyzes his physical surroundings, thinking that he would like to trap his pursuer so it does not go out the way it is sure to come in. There are very few options available to him as he alone cannot cause a partial collapse in the structure of the opening it will use.
He carefully sidles through a narrow crack in the otherwise smooth stone work once he has made certain that the creature is attempting to push through the much larger crevice on the opposite side of the building. In the dusty mid-darkness, he cannot see the obvious affliction that is steadily spotting and blooming across the front of his steel casing. He doesn't once think to take a moment to assess the damage he sustained in his hurry to get here when daylight is shining down on him again, too preoccupied with the situation at hand. He doesn't have a moment to spare.
Shops/Streets (Closed to Nick Valentine; 8/10)
Oscar listens as the creature he managed to lure away from the Colosseum skitters along the perimeter of the wall that currently separates them. He won't admit that his success at diverting its attention from the new arrivals was somewhat accidental; one of them just happened to stalk after him from the moment he stepped foot inside one of the outermost alcoves of the arena. He wasn't left with much time to go over a plan, but he was quick to formulate one when he began to understand the extent of the animal's interest in him.
He ran as fast as his newly repaired legs would carry him toward what he believed to be the most isolated section of the island, but the organism's rapid movements forced a change in trajectory that led them into a slightly more populated area. The oversized insect clipped against him a number of times as it chased him. It struck him across the front, knocking him cleanly off his feet. Only now that he is stationary does he notice the impeded motion of cogs and gears within his frame. It is something that will require inspection.
Now he is hidden within the confines of a long-abandoned store until the creature can find a way inside. His wheelwork turns noisily as he analyzes his physical surroundings, thinking that he would like to trap his pursuer so it does not go out the way it is sure to come in. There are very few options available to him as he alone cannot cause a partial collapse in the structure of the opening it will use.
He carefully sidles through a narrow crack in the otherwise smooth stone work once he has made certain that the creature is attempting to push through the much larger crevice on the opposite side of the building. In the dusty mid-darkness, he cannot see the obvious affliction that is steadily spotting and blooming across the front of his steel casing. He doesn't once think to take a moment to assess the damage he sustained in his hurry to get here when daylight is shining down on him again, too preoccupied with the situation at hand. He doesn't have a moment to spare.