McMajestic
I didn't Ask to be a Unicorn, I was Born that Way
Tyson hadn't had much time to get lost in thought before someone volunteered to join him. He glanced back, noticing Foster. The guy had Tyson's paranoia on steroids and was quick to snap if something was threatening the group. Tyson didn't mind him all that much, maybe even saw a potential friendship in him, but he was always scared to have a conversation with people. Nothing was constant anymore. Hell, for as much as he respected Zach, as much as he looked up to him, even he might have not been a constant. Maybe they were all doomed from the start and their plan was nothing more than a sick game of false hope.
"Alright Frosty, glad to have some competent company." Again, those bad nicknames showed up. Tyson didn't give them out to everyone but why not Foster? He was better than Mara and Audrey and Cain at least. Those three would never get entertaining nicknames. Tyson returned to scanning the horizon, looking for any type of silhouette in the darkness. At this point he wasn't much for caring who started walking their way. As long as someone did he would aim his gun at them, maybe even shoot if he felt like it. No you won't. No, he wouldn't. He'd never shoot at anyone except a beast and he knew it, but that didn't stop his frustrated emotions from thinking ridiculous thoughts. It was the rebellious kid in him that always tended to show up.
Just as Tyson has started his third scan he heard Cain call out and turned towards him. A dog? He thought a dog was out there? Tyson could only hear rain, could only see the shadow of rainfall. How could Cain know something Tyson couldn't? "It's probably just Audrey or Mara. They both ran off." He shrugged, ignoring the severity of Cain's accusation. Tyson was the one on guard, after all, not Cain. And he would be a good guard to his team. He wouldn't abandon this group and certainly wouldn't leave them in danger. He'd made that mistake once before, and he never planned on doing it again. "Just go back to bed, Cain."
Interacts with: CrimsonEclipse FireFlare
"Alright Frosty, glad to have some competent company." Again, those bad nicknames showed up. Tyson didn't give them out to everyone but why not Foster? He was better than Mara and Audrey and Cain at least. Those three would never get entertaining nicknames. Tyson returned to scanning the horizon, looking for any type of silhouette in the darkness. At this point he wasn't much for caring who started walking their way. As long as someone did he would aim his gun at them, maybe even shoot if he felt like it. No you won't. No, he wouldn't. He'd never shoot at anyone except a beast and he knew it, but that didn't stop his frustrated emotions from thinking ridiculous thoughts. It was the rebellious kid in him that always tended to show up.
Just as Tyson has started his third scan he heard Cain call out and turned towards him. A dog? He thought a dog was out there? Tyson could only hear rain, could only see the shadow of rainfall. How could Cain know something Tyson couldn't? "It's probably just Audrey or Mara. They both ran off." He shrugged, ignoring the severity of Cain's accusation. Tyson was the one on guard, after all, not Cain. And he would be a good guard to his team. He wouldn't abandon this group and certainly wouldn't leave them in danger. He'd made that mistake once before, and he never planned on doing it again. "Just go back to bed, Cain."
Interacts with: CrimsonEclipse FireFlare