Of course the first thing that Fischer would check was the communication device. Of course he would try and find some sort of shelter before the sun went down in a panic.
And, of course he would end up failing and panicing to the point that he couldn't move at all. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn that there was something moving under his jacket. Moments later, he would feel it too.
He was a businessman, he wasn't the sort for these things. Was this a kidnapping that went wrong? Was this the kidnapping? Was he just going to die out here?
There.
Something moved again.
Fischer started to feel himself down, screaming when he felt something move under his skin.
"Jesus Christ! Help!" What did he do? What does he do? Clawing at himself wouldn't work, would it? Fischer ripped off his jacket, and clawed to get his shirt off.
A hard moment for him. Fischer held out his arm and closed his eyes, not wanting to see what was going to happen to him. Either he was going to be mutilated or he was going to be saved. Either way, he didn't want to think that he saw it coming.
Definitely a businessman. Eliot pitied the guy and tried to make it quick. Taking up the arm, he spent a moment looking at the two lumps there before he inserted the knife with experienced precision. One, two, he dug them out with two quick flicks and moved on. "There, that's done. Where else ye've got'em?"
Eliot snorted at the patting down. "Ye thought I was goin' to stab you?" He cleaned and put his knife away, then blinked as he looked Fischer over again. Damn, he had thought that.
Getting up, Eliot pointed in the direction of gathered people in the distance. "If you're feelin' better, you might want to meet up with some more people over there." He on the other hand got ready to leave for a bit more exploring.
And, of course he would end up failing and panicing to the point that he couldn't move at all. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn that there was something moving under his jacket. Moments later, he would feel it too.
He was a businessman, he wasn't the sort for these things. Was this a kidnapping that went wrong? Was this the kidnapping? Was he just going to die out here?
There.
Something moved again.
Fischer started to feel himself down, screaming when he felt something move under his skin.
"Jesus Christ! Help!" What did he do? What does he do? Clawing at himself wouldn't work, would it? Fischer ripped off his jacket, and clawed to get his shirt off.
"Holy - " A panicked exhale, "Someone, anyone!"
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"... Nowhere, but ... thank you."
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Getting up, Eliot pointed in the direction of gathered people in the distance. "If you're feelin' better, you might want to meet up with some more people over there." He on the other hand got ready to leave for a bit more exploring.
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