Leo Guerra is not a lego (leoblocks) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-04-01 01:01:00 |
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There was an art to the thing he had brewing with Tenley, though he couldn't be sure how aware of it she actually was. The actual cool down period itself varied, sometimes a couple days was sufficient, sometimes it'd take a couple weeks. The only way to be sure was to test the waters whenever he decided it seemed like a significant time had passed for whatever mistake he'd made in that particular instance - or he'd decided he was tired of waiting and didn't see the harm in trying. At least a trip to the hotel wouldn't be a waste of time, even if she turned out to still be irritated with him. There always seemed to be people around the resort who wanted to trade for simple errands. Easy profit in Leo's opinion, well worth the trek across the island. A trip he generally made at least a couple times a week, feeling a desire to stay somewhat connected to the survivors making home base there. Being around so often gave him better access to information than most of the other Havenites. RV's stood out up ahead, marking his approach to the hotel grounds. The walk itself wasn't particularly difficult, but it was boring and he was pleased for it to almost be over. There was just the small section of river to cross, since he'd chosen to cut through the RV park instead of the amusement park this particular trip. The bridge was further down though, and it wasn't really that deep in this spot even - at most the bottom edge of his shorts might get damp. The shortcut seemed worth finishing his trek with wet shoes. It was just unfortunate that he didn't see the giant beast sunning itself until he was already in the water and wading toward the shore. Enough to make anyone cautious, but it was the splash sounding behind him that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge. Leo didn't need to look behind him to know the reptile was no longer on the bank, but he did it anyways. He didn't need to shout out expletives at the confirmation either, but he did. The other side of the shore was raised slightly, but easy enough to climb usually. This was not usual though, because usually there wasn't a man eating garbage disposal thinking about making lunch out of him. His hand slipped, failing to find purchase again. "Bloody fuckin' hell," he shouted his frustration. Not seeing the beast when he glanced behind him, but positive it was there still. |