( the man looks like one of those cranky muppets that heckle from a little balcony. the practically bald head and extra ears is not helping on that front. luckily Steve is too annoyed with him to be amused by it. he'll be amused by it later. for the record, he looks like this one, specifically. maybe when David isn't wigged out on clown juice, Steve will even tell him so. )
What the hell, man, ( Steve admonishes, because it is not like they had anyone on their heels, so it was safe enough to stay by the switch. let's go then, David says, and Steve anxiously switches his grip on the handle, before deciding, fuck it. he'll throw it down and then shoo the Manc through the door. it's still heavily falling open behind him as Steve heads in David's direction.
and of course, like the fat bastard has a psychic link to flashing red lights (or maybe it's the loud siren as it slowly opens, who can say?) the telltale wheezing, chuckling shuffle of a certain jolly old clown echoes from not-that-far away. the heartbeat is pulsing in his ears (his own? the clowns? Steve has never understood that part) and while yes, Steve could just turn around and high tail it out the gate and hope the best for David, why the hell did he come this far to just let David get his fingers sucked on, after all?
Steve might get stabbed for it, but he still bum rushes through the window David is clowning around behind, doesn't bother being quiet, they've already been made. fast vault that shit and bodily shove David in the right direction. ) Go go gogogo, please. ( there's only so many hits he can take for you before he can't follow behind, tough guy!! )
[ david opens his mouth to protest steve's tone, explain that actually he's very smart and it was a great idea, but he sees the gate past him and, well. it's less of a decision so much as he's only capable of holding one thought in his head at a time right now-- ]
[ and then he hears his heart (his? sources seem to disagree) pounding in his ears followed by approaching wheezes and warped carnival music, and steve doesn't have to push him for him to get moving. checks over his shoulder to make sure steve's behind him as he sprints for the gate. ]
[ thank fuck it's a straight shot, because he can barely see a thing with the way that pink fog warps his vision and makes him scream. god he hates this fucking guy. ]
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What the hell, man, ( Steve admonishes, because it is not like they had anyone on their heels, so it was safe enough to stay by the switch. let's go then, David says, and Steve anxiously switches his grip on the handle, before deciding, fuck it. he'll throw it down and then shoo the Manc through the door. it's still heavily falling open behind him as Steve heads in David's direction.
and of course, like the fat bastard has a psychic link to flashing red lights (or maybe it's the loud siren as it slowly opens, who can say?) the telltale wheezing, chuckling shuffle of a certain jolly old clown echoes from not-that-far away. the heartbeat is pulsing in his ears (his own? the clowns? Steve has never understood that part) and while yes, Steve could just turn around and high tail it out the gate and hope the best for David, why the hell did he come this far to just let David get his fingers sucked on, after all?
Steve might get stabbed for it, but he still bum rushes through the window David is clowning around behind, doesn't bother being quiet, they've already been made. fast vault that shit and bodily shove David in the right direction. ) Go go gogogo, please. ( there's only so many hits he can take for you before he can't follow behind, tough guy!! )
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[ and then he hears his heart (his? sources seem to disagree) pounding in his ears followed by approaching wheezes and warped carnival music, and steve doesn't have to push him for him to get moving. checks over his shoulder to make sure steve's behind him as he sprints for the gate. ]
[ thank fuck it's a straight shot, because he can barely see a thing with the way that pink fog warps his vision and makes him scream. god he hates this fucking guy. ]