It isn't a voice Eduardo recognizes. Later, he'll feel bad for that, wonder exactly how it could have been possible all while knowing that it ought to be understandable, but first, it's just a voice, seemingly unfamiliar as it carries through the trees. He can't help it, then. Not too many people live out this way, and stranger or not, he isn't about to just ignore someone who is pretty clearly in need of assistance.
He'd been out for a walk on the beach, set back in the direction of his hut by the signs of approaching rain, so to head just a little farther down the path is easy. This is not the first time he's thought his house conveniently located or himself in the right place at the right time, but that doesn't diminish the truth in either now. "Yeah, someone's here," he calls, not wanting the girl who's spoken to worry. Only then, then, does he get close enough to make out her figure in the dim evening light, and then his eyes widen in surprise and recognition and a half-dozen unnameable things. Of all the people to find here,
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Erica Albright was fairly certain that this was how horror movies started. A girl alone in a dark, unfamiliar place. Head throbbing, heart pounding, that sort of thing. Slipping her hand into her pocket, she slipped out her can of pepper spray. Personally she might hope that people were better than that, but she had read the statistics, talked to the girls who had been unfortunate enough to be caught unprepared. It was awful what had happened and she wasn't about to take that sort of chance.
"Stay where you are," she called out, stepping closer to where the trees thinned and the light. Making out the shape of a tall figure in the dark, she held the pepper spray out in front of her. "I'm armed and I'm not afraid to use it."
Why she had just said that was beyond her. There went her element of surprise. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins and her brain caught the fact that whomever it was had just called her by name. Who would be here, in this crazy place and know her name? Unless it was a hallucination, then it would make
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"Jesus Christ," Eduardo blurts out, little more than an exhale through his teeth, as his eyes go wide. At least he knows it's her and not just some stranger bearing his ex-best friend's ex-girlfriend's face (and shit, when did his life get so convoluted?), but as far as comforts go, that isn't much of one. For all he knows, she could even be from before that whole debacle; as much as he'd wish that to be the case for her sake, having thought for a long time that Mark's semi-drunken tirade was unfair to her, that wouldn't be doing either of them any favors now. As it is, they'd be little more than strangers anyway, and given how freaked she sounds, the last thing she probably needs is some random guy who inexplicably knows her and her future.
He keeps his hands held in front of him, palms out, as he slowly approaches, wary, so as not to startle her. "It's Eduardo," he says, almost a question, tone serious but hopeful that it will mean something to her. "Saverin? Mark introduced us a couple times."
A beat passed, in which Erica stared blankly as her eyes adjusted to the strange half-light. The guy did have a familiar face, one that she had to think about for longer than the cursory "he's a vaguely familiar cute guy who's really tall" that had skipped through her mind. It was more than that though and her stomach twisted again as she realised what it was.
He was Mark's best friend. That's how she knew him. Lowering the hand that had the pepper spray, she found herself nodding. Tonight was just getting better and better, wasn't it?
"Yeah. I remember you. Didn't I see you earlier? Like...ten, twenty minutes ago with Mark?" If it hadn't been him, then it had been someone who looked a lot like him. Not impossible, just highly improbable given Mark's attitude. "What are you doing here?"
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He'd been out for a walk on the beach, set back in the direction of his hut by the signs of approaching rain, so to head just a little farther down the path is easy. This is not the first time he's thought his house conveniently located or himself in the right place at the right time, but that doesn't diminish the truth in either now. "Yeah, someone's here," he calls, not wanting the girl who's spoken to worry. Only then, then, does he get close enough to make out her figure in the dim evening light, and then his eyes widen in surprise and recognition and a half-dozen unnameable things. Of all the people to find here, ( ... )
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"Stay where you are," she called out, stepping closer to where the trees thinned and the light. Making out the shape of a tall figure in the dark, she held the pepper spray out in front of her. "I'm armed and I'm not afraid to use it."
Why she had just said that was beyond her. There went her element of surprise. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins and her brain caught the fact that whomever it was had just called her by name. Who would be here, in this crazy place and know her name? Unless it was a hallucination, then it would make ( ... )
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He keeps his hands held in front of him, palms out, as he slowly approaches, wary, so as not to startle her. "It's Eduardo," he says, almost a question, tone serious but hopeful that it will mean something to her. "Saverin? Mark introduced us a couple times."
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He was Mark's best friend. That's how she knew him. Lowering the hand that had the pepper spray, she found herself nodding. Tonight was just getting better and better, wasn't it?
"Yeah. I remember you. Didn't I see you earlier? Like...ten, twenty minutes ago with Mark?" If it hadn't been him, then it had been someone who looked a lot like him. Not impossible, just highly improbable given Mark's attitude. "What are you doing here?"
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