[The last thing he had remembered was waking up to the surreal news of Mrs. Packerton getting into a car crash. Such a huge weight bogging down his mind when he had went to bed, lifted as if it were actually a feather all along, way too easily and quickly. He had put on his mask and gotten ready to go see if the others heard the news too, but he was tired, and it was early, so he laid back down.
Then he wasn't home anymore.
A big mistake, he thought. He should have went to the others, and now what...he's kidnapped? For what he and the others found? Are they in trouble too? Something wasn't right though. The pressure of raindrops hitting the plastic of his prosthetic face and dripping uncomfortably into its sockets, in his eyes, forced him to sit upright. He stuck his fingers inside to rub the water out of his eyes, awkwardly, but he didn't want to take his mask off now. He noticed immediately that his clothes were dry, covered by a bright green raincoat with a pink flower-petal hoodie that he's most certainly positive he hadn't been wearing, or even owns, no less. His pigtails stuck out the sides a little, wet and sticking to his mask a bit. He noticed his Gear Boy no more than a foot away from him, which he quickly grabs to get out of the rain and shoves it into a conveniently sized pocket inside his new raincoat.
He didn't have long to observe his surroundings before the loud thunder started to get to him. It was just...so loud. And it made the ground shake. Which, another vision impaired sweep (having only one real eye while wearing a mask in the pouring rain makes it a bit difficult to see) of the area, revealed that it wasn't the thunder making the ground shake. It was a giant, horrendous looking...demon? Definitely a demon. And one of them had been mid charge at him. Being small and light meant he was able to fling himself out of the way just barely, and he hadn't wasted any time to see if the thing was coming for him again. Instead he scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could. Of course, he can barely see or concentrate, not to mention his tiny frame easily being swayed by the harsh winds. For the first time in a while he's panicking.]
Oh crap, this is so bad!
Inside...somewhere, whoops.
[Once the insanity dies down and he's had time to get updated from his pone (being from the 90's, it confounded him just a bit, but he figured it out), Sal takes to exploring. He's not really in the mood for it, though, so instead he finds the first place he can get into in order to get out of the rain. Having just picked a direction and hastily ran to wherever he could find shelter, he may be in your place of residence, or where you work, or where you just happen to be. Either way, a small teenager in a flower raincoat and wearing a creepy mask is barging in like his ass was on fire and the only way to put it out was inside (ironic, considering the rain is outside, but you get the idea).
It doesn't matter if he's in a public venue or not...when he looks up and sees another person, he'll immediately be apologetic about it.]
Oh - sorry! Uh, I...took a wrong turn somewhere?
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[See him running around the city or maybe just leaving the coloseum, anything, hit me!]
Sal Fisher/Sally Face | Open
[The last thing he had remembered was waking up to the surreal news of Mrs. Packerton getting into a car crash. Such a huge weight bogging down his mind when he had went to bed, lifted as if it were actually a feather all along, way too easily and quickly. He had put on his mask and gotten ready to go see if the others heard the news too, but he was tired, and it was early, so he laid back down.
Then he wasn't home anymore.
A big mistake, he thought. He should have went to the others, and now what...he's kidnapped? For what he and the others found? Are they in trouble too? Something wasn't right though. The pressure of raindrops hitting the plastic of his prosthetic face and dripping uncomfortably into its sockets, in his eyes, forced him to sit upright. He stuck his fingers inside to rub the water out of his eyes, awkwardly, but he didn't want to take his mask off now. He noticed immediately that his clothes were dry, covered by a bright green raincoat with a pink flower-petal hoodie that he's most certainly positive he hadn't been wearing, or even owns, no less. His pigtails stuck out the sides a little, wet and sticking to his mask a bit. He noticed his Gear Boy no more than a foot away from him, which he quickly grabs to get out of the rain and shoves it into a conveniently sized pocket inside his new raincoat.
He didn't have long to observe his surroundings before the loud thunder started to get to him. It was just...so loud. And it made the ground shake. Which, another vision impaired sweep (having only one real eye while wearing a mask in the pouring rain makes it a bit difficult to see) of the area, revealed that it wasn't the thunder making the ground shake. It was a giant, horrendous looking...demon? Definitely a demon. And one of them had been mid charge at him. Being small and light meant he was able to fling himself out of the way just barely, and he hadn't wasted any time to see if the thing was coming for him again. Instead he scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could. Of course, he can barely see or concentrate, not to mention his tiny frame easily being swayed by the harsh winds. For the first time in a while he's panicking.]
Oh crap, this is so bad!
Inside...somewhere, whoops.
[Once the insanity dies down and he's had time to get updated from his pone (being from the 90's, it confounded him just a bit, but he figured it out), Sal takes to exploring. He's not really in the mood for it, though, so instead he finds the first place he can get into in order to get out of the rain. Having just picked a direction and hastily ran to wherever he could find shelter, he may be in your place of residence, or where you work, or where you just happen to be. Either way, a small teenager in a flower raincoat and wearing a creepy mask is barging in like his ass was on fire and the only way to put it out was inside (ironic, considering the rain is outside, but you get the idea).
It doesn't matter if he's in a public venue or not...when he looks up and sees another person, he'll immediately be apologetic about it.]
Oh - sorry! Uh, I...took a wrong turn somewhere?
Wildcard
[See him running around the city or maybe just leaving the coloseum, anything, hit me!]