So there's a guy running through the square, at full tilt. He's tall, with dark hair that falls in front of his face in dirty strands. His face is very recognizable to some. He's wearing a grey sweatsuit that just happens to have four bullet holes in it, complete with bloodstains, but he isn't injured at all. He's just scared out of his mind.
After about twenty yards, he finally looks back and realizes he's not in the woods like he thought he was. "Oh, god. What-"
He stops running and starts looking rapidly in a number of directions. "No, I- oh." He starts trying to catch the eye of passers-by, but his hysterical nature isn't helping anything. "Please.... can you help me? They were chasing me, and I don't- I can't-" He shuts his eyes tight and shakes his head. "I need help! Please- please, someone help me!"
[ooc: Notifs don't appear to be working on this post. Apologies, everyone! I'll definitely keep checking it for replies, though. <3 ]
After about twenty yards, he finally looks back and realizes he's not in the woods like he thought he was. "Oh, god. What-"
He stops running and starts looking rapidly in a number of directions. "No, I- oh." He starts trying to catch the eye of passers-by, but his hysterical nature isn't helping anything. "Please.... can you help me? They were chasing me, and I don't- I can't-" He shuts his eyes tight and shakes his head. "I need help! Please- please, someone help me!"
[ooc: Notifs don't appear to be working on this post. Apologies, everyone! I'll definitely keep checking it for replies, though. <3 ]