"Run"
Mort didn't need anymore encouragement than that. He spun around and sprinted off further into the city. He knew it was probably a better idea to stick with the other people but he just wanted to get away from that water thing. At first he kinda liked fish guy, but he didn't like him anymore. Shooting torrents of water at people wasn't something that he liked to happen. He continued to sprint through the streets of the city, never looking back. After sprinting for about 3 minutes straight, he suddenly caught his foot on a loose paving stone and crashed heavily into the ground face first. He lay there for a few seconds, still in shock about suddenly ending up on the floor, and then slowly and shakily got to his feet.
His eyes darted around the area he was in; a pretty quiet street. Mort brought his hand up to his face and felt something warm, wet and gritty there. He pulled his hand away to find it covered in blood and bits of loose concrete from the road.
"Uhhhh.. I... Uhhh... Where am I?" He mumbled to himself. "I... guess I should go back to.. uhh... the others."
Mort limped painfully back the way he had came. but as he went further down the street he soon realised that he had no idea which way he had come from. He was completely lost.
Subject: Re: Felarya and the Aeriales 
Fri May 13, 2011 5:12 pm
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