((I do not have a skin so atm I'll use something temporary until I find one appropriate for me. C: ))
((It's so everyone can identify my posts quickly and it just applies to my username. IT IS NOT WHAT MY CHARACTER LOOKS LIKE. I will describe him more.))
Trap panted frantically in the dim light coming through the window from The Brewer's Stand. It may be right at this moment the only chance.
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Trap has lived a good three years in the small town of Shizuka. Being small time accomplished through tiny jobs and assistance throughout the village. He worked to be accepted and acknowledged through decisions he made towards the general public. Although well liked no one could really connect with him without having thoughts of an ill history.
He lived in a small rental space above his lovely landlady, Mrs. MacCrady. A woman well past her peek but still in a prime moment of her life. The two accepted each other either as partners or a nephew visiting his aunt. Both spent most of their days trying to actively find something to do or dwell on the nearing famine caused by the low harvest of the year. Both knew that they could not survive solely on the small created green patch in the fenced area behind the house. So Trap was working more continuously than before. Working into the wee hours of night and nearly the waking dawn. He barely had time to sit down and read the frayed books that were a constant reminder of his past, but relevant information that was important for the future.
It was nighttime and there were five crates left to move from the wagon to the General Store two blocks away. Why it was here is because it was in the middle of the two major stores so all crate boys had to walk the same distance in all fair. Personally Trap thought is that they could move the cart after the other store had finished loading. Trap had never enjoyed the night and it always caused Trap to feel uneasy. He could be standing in the Town Centre and he would feel irrational impending doom. Never less he always tacked his fears by addressing them in small amounts at times. It was a little more than past a hour he usually stayed out are sunlight. Thoughts of danger pricked in the back of his head which he promptly ignored until turned around the corner and saw it.
It was an Endermen.
By instinct; he turned his eyes to the ground but it was too late. It had turned and looked Trap straight in the eye. Trap stayed completely still. Knowing it was imperative that as of this moment, right now, to keep looking into the forsaken eyes of the Enderman. It did what Trap knew it would do, just look right back with an ogle.
Trap slowly walked backwards. Not exactly knowing where he was backing up but he knew that getting inside a building may assist him for a short time. Any building did not matter; just as long as there was solid matter between him and the Enderman. As the wall was just about to break his connection with the Enderman, Trap turned and ran down the dark alley.
Already knowing where the objects where in this alley Trap was able to dodge and jump over many hidden things. He could hear the objects fly noisily into the walls and out of the way of the charging Enderman. It would not be slown down forever as Trap began to feel a little panic as he quickly ducked around the corner just to hear the Enderman do it's freakish shrill scream that nearly stopped Trap from moving. Trap had reached the door but adding to the panic already rising in his chest, it was locked. He ran down the porch and onto the larger one next to it with a sign hanging ontop of the door "The Brewer's Inn." Jared had always told Trap that The Brewers Inn was only to be entered when he was of age or when he needed some muscle. That second option was now.
Nearly falling as Trap crashed through the door. He felt a sudden sense of relief that there were people that could help him. That there was light from lamps that lit up the room in a friendly, cozy way that made his shaking calm down.
This moment was short lived as the Enderman crashed through the door behind him, "HELP ME,"was the automatic response as he flatted himself just to feel a sharp jab nearly pierce his back.
((LONG I KNOW. But my character introductions are long just so people get a feel of my character. Sorta. U: ))
