11-01-2018, 12:25 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]If there was one place Bruce did not want to be seen, it was among the sinners and slaves that crawled through the jungle. There was no use trying to fight the fact that he would be hunted down, targeted for trying to escape - he may have been a citizen and not a prisoner, but the conditions on which he'd "joined" the Pitt were hardly by his own will. He might as well have walked in chains like the rest of them. Given he hated the empty township and the catacombs beneath, Bruce tried when he could to avoid contact with the rest of the Pitt, even if that meant spending hours, days on end wandering the desert sands that stretched beyond the woodlands.
Where sand met sawgrass that melded into kudzu and overgrowth, Bruce pushed his way out from between the thickets. The shade provided by the tall grass was a blessing in the hot sand; even in mid-autumn, the sun remained relentless. The cheetah paused head half-tilted; there was nothing stopping him from pointing out that Kasper's ramblings were, at best, a little far-fetched. (Childish, at worst.) He'd play along, he supposed, only because he'd seen enough around the Pitt to be convinced that anything was possible, no matter how ridiculous it sounded.
"Kasper. I'm Bruce, it's a pleasure." Turn around and get out of here while you can, he wants to add, but bites his tongue. "This is the Pitt. You're - joining, I'm guessing?" Perhaps Kasper was someone he could ally with, for few others in the Pitt seemed to hold a mindset similar to his own.
Where sand met sawgrass that melded into kudzu and overgrowth, Bruce pushed his way out from between the thickets. The shade provided by the tall grass was a blessing in the hot sand; even in mid-autumn, the sun remained relentless. The cheetah paused head half-tilted; there was nothing stopping him from pointing out that Kasper's ramblings were, at best, a little far-fetched. (Childish, at worst.) He'd play along, he supposed, only because he'd seen enough around the Pitt to be convinced that anything was possible, no matter how ridiculous it sounded.
"Kasper. I'm Bruce, it's a pleasure." Turn around and get out of here while you can, he wants to add, but bites his tongue. "This is the Pitt. You're - joining, I'm guessing?" Perhaps Kasper was someone he could ally with, for few others in the Pitt seemed to hold a mindset similar to his own.
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[b]THOUGH WE REPENT AND DON SACKCLOTH AND TRY TO
MAKE NICE — YOU CAN'T CROSS THE SAME RIVER TWICE
MAKE NICE — YOU CAN'T CROSS THE SAME RIVER TWICE