[It was his turn to raise his brows, a slight head tilt in Chris's direction.] How the bloody hell--no, nevermind. I don't want to know. Not from you. This is not a disguise. Right now, this is hell.
[One that he's stuck in, with an annoying gnat of an eccentric... something. He hasn't decided on what to call him yet. He surveys the alley. Buildings weren't too tall, and had he the strength, he could scale them easily. Burrow into an empty room for the night.
But he lacked... well, everything at this point. He licks his lips, considers his options. Those, too, were very limited.]
You from around here? Know of a place we could-
[His words, breathing, everything stops. He's tense, listening to sounds that, very soon, Chris would hear as well: footsteps. Two soldiers, stances indicating weapons drawn. Blonsky leans in close to Chris, quickly hisses in his ear:]
You rat me out and you'll be dead before they get me.
[Then with surprising speed given his state of exhaustion, he's diving into the dumpster, dignity be damned, and huddles into a corner. Not twenty seconds later a bright flashlight would shine down the alleyway, followed soon by an authoritative, though tired, voice.]
Hey, uh... you there! Kid! Seen a giant--shit, Steve, you know how this sounds? Whatever. A giant uh... monster thing? Or a man about... this tall? Bad hair, British accent?
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[One that he's stuck in, with an annoying gnat of an eccentric... something. He hasn't decided on what to call him yet. He surveys the alley. Buildings weren't too tall, and had he the strength, he could scale them easily. Burrow into an empty room for the night.
But he lacked... well, everything at this point. He licks his lips, considers his options. Those, too, were very limited.]
You from around here? Know of a place we could-
[His words, breathing, everything stops. He's tense, listening to sounds that, very soon, Chris would hear as well: footsteps. Two soldiers, stances indicating weapons drawn. Blonsky leans in close to Chris, quickly hisses in his ear:]
You rat me out and you'll be dead before they get me.
[Then with surprising speed given his state of exhaustion, he's diving into the dumpster, dignity be damned, and huddles into a corner. Not twenty seconds later a bright flashlight would shine down the alleyway, followed soon by an authoritative, though tired, voice.]
Hey, uh... you there! Kid! Seen a giant--shit, Steve, you know how this sounds? Whatever. A giant uh... monster thing? Or a man about... this tall? Bad hair, British accent?