Seeing the bigger picture is definitely a good skill to have. It's one that Gracie doesn't have, especially in times of chaos and panic. In her defense, the most chaotic and panicked situation Gracie has ever been in was the midnight release of the Harry Potter books (she went dressed as Hermione).
Taylor Swift is not here. Gracie's voice doesn't hurt anyone's ears, but she doesn't have much musical talent.
Yeah, she screams and wraps her arms tighter around her head, attempting to curl into a tighter ball. All she can think about is making herself a smaller target.
Not Taylor Swift. It's okay though. She'll certainly run into her own brand of disbelief about certain Specials here. She'll understand.
She hears him, but she's got no idea he's talking to her. There's too much noise for that. She doesn't see him either because she's busy making herself a smaller target and somehow that includes squeezing her eyes shut. However, when he yells at her again, she recognizes the voice from a moment ago and she looks up. She uncurls a little, as if she's preparing to bolt toward him. She is not going to pick now to be stubborn and he's not hold a gun, nor does he seem to be with this group in any other way. He's wearing a RED jumpsuit, like her.
She takes a deep breath and glances over her shoulder at the chaos. She waits for a pause in gunfire and bolts toward him, keeping bent low and still trying to cover as much ground at possible as quickly as possible. When she gets close to where Cisco is hiding, she sort of throws herself across the distance, trying to roll back up tightly. It is not as graceful as it sounds. She's all long limbs and wild hair, terrified and awkward.
Death Leopard attack
Taylor Swift is not here. Gracie's voice doesn't hurt anyone's ears, but she doesn't have much musical talent.
Yeah, she screams and wraps her arms tighter around her head, attempting to curl into a tighter ball. All she can think about is making herself a smaller target.
Not Taylor Swift. It's okay though. She'll certainly run into her own brand of disbelief about certain Specials here. She'll understand.
She hears him, but she's got no idea he's talking to her. There's too much noise for that. She doesn't see him either because she's busy making herself a smaller target and somehow that includes squeezing her eyes shut. However, when he yells at her again, she recognizes the voice from a moment ago and she looks up. She uncurls a little, as if she's preparing to bolt toward him. She is not going to pick now to be stubborn and he's not hold a gun, nor does he seem to be with this group in any other way. He's wearing a RED jumpsuit, like her.
She takes a deep breath and glances over her shoulder at the chaos. She waits for a pause in gunfire and bolts toward him, keeping bent low and still trying to cover as much ground at possible as quickly as possible. When she gets close to where Cisco is hiding, she sort of throws herself across the distance, trying to roll back up tightly. It is not as graceful as it sounds. She's all long limbs and wild hair, terrified and awkward.