[ Probably unfortunately for Petra, the dark makeup doesn't scare him much. Some of that is likely due to the fact he's not feeling much of any emotion, even that sort of fright. (The fear he feels from being in this place now is more of an internal, instinctual thing. Animalistic, something deep-down that has him on edge. It's been following him for a long time now. The feeling of being hunted.)
But heavy eyes and black lips? He's not afraid of what people look like. She has to be around his age, and there's goth kids in Utah, too. Ironically, she sort of feels like the most familiar, normal piece of any of this, simply because she is around his age and she very easily could be one of the teens walking around his own school. It's not something he's consciously aware of, but his body acts on it regardless, not flinching or looking frightened of her even when those cat eyes seem to glare at him. Not even when she pushes him backwards.
He does look startled, but it's because he's caught off-guard, and despite his larger stature, is very easily manipulated back into the corner before he could even form a plan to stubbornly lock himself in place. Peter stands there quietly as instructed, mouth hanging open -- seemingly obedient...?
Though when she peaks around that corner, he shuffles forwards a bit, leaning to look, too. He's standing sort of behind her at that point, so he can see over her head.
There's the sound of a footstep, not too far away. From behind a hedge or two, maybe. Then another. Something is clearly walking, though it's difficult to tell if it's towards or away from their location. Peter's free arm moves up quickly, and he grabs the girl's shoulder from behind. ]
I think it's someone after me.
[ He whispers it as quietly as possible, one of the first coherent sentences he's really managed. It's his immediate assumption, one that has him suddenly shuddering uncontrollably as though it's freezing here, despite the fact it's actually uncomfortably hot in this maze from hell.
It has to be one of them. Those... people, the ones who were coming for him. There's a sound in his throat like a choke -- frightened. ]
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But heavy eyes and black lips? He's not afraid of what people look like. She has to be around his age, and there's goth kids in Utah, too. Ironically, she sort of feels like the most familiar, normal piece of any of this, simply because she is around his age and she very easily could be one of the teens walking around his own school. It's not something he's consciously aware of, but his body acts on it regardless, not flinching or looking frightened of her even when those cat eyes seem to glare at him. Not even when she pushes him backwards.
He does look startled, but it's because he's caught off-guard, and despite his larger stature, is very easily manipulated back into the corner before he could even form a plan to stubbornly lock himself in place. Peter stands there quietly as instructed, mouth hanging open -- seemingly obedient...?
Though when she peaks around that corner, he shuffles forwards a bit, leaning to look, too. He's standing sort of behind her at that point, so he can see over her head.
There's the sound of a footstep, not too far away. From behind a hedge or two, maybe. Then another. Something is clearly walking, though it's difficult to tell if it's towards or away from their location. Peter's free arm moves up quickly, and he grabs the girl's shoulder from behind. ]
I think it's someone after me.
[ He whispers it as quietly as possible, one of the first coherent sentences he's really managed. It's his immediate assumption, one that has him suddenly shuddering uncontrollably as though it's freezing here, despite the fact it's actually uncomfortably hot in this maze from hell.
It has to be one of them. Those... people, the ones who were coming for him. There's a sound in his throat like a choke -- frightened. ]