[ Sometimes you go through your day without incident and things turn out just fine for you. You get up, you go to work, you veg at home, and you go to sleep to repeat the process the next day.
Sometimes you're not so lucky.
Sometimes you see a man brutally murdered right in front of your eyes on you way home for your shitty job that you hate.
Sometimes you find yourself wheezing and panting as you run down back alleys hoping to escape a literal murderer, and praying to god he didn't manage to spot you before you took off running. ]
[ the thing about killing people in public is that there's always a chance of getting caught. it's a nine-out-of-ten times kind of thing where the threat of discovery is just that - a threat. but there's always that one instance, that one of ten, where luck decides it's done enough and goes for that heart-dropping instance where it brings to life your biggest worry about any given situation.
in june's case, it's someone walking into a murder scene, with him as the culprit. guess what just happened on this pleasant friday night, as june and the pale-haired stranger stare at each other in shock before the latter sprints off in the other direction.
june's running after him a heartbeat later, ringing up christine to ask for a favor (god, another favor, she'll never let him live this down) while running through the narrow alleys. he's bloodied up; it's not a good look. he doesn't have time to care about it, though, as he careens straight into the murder witness, throwing them both into the ground.
there's a tussle before june manages to pin the other against the asphalt, one arm pressed hard against the other's throat. ]
[ This escape would have gone so much better if Calvin was in great shape, or at the very least very good at sprinting. Instead he's a pothead who spends more time in front of his computer than he does on his feet, and it probably isn't much of a challenge for June to not only catch up to him, but to drag him down onto the ground.
There's absolutely no way that Calvin is going to win a physical fight against a literal murderer, so he defaults to the thing most people do when confronted with a killer, he begs despite the fact that a man that just coldly murdered someone else isn't likely to care about taking another one before the night is up.
He screws his eyes shut, and speaks in a strained voice, wheezing a little between his words as he feels his throat close partly thanks to the arm pressed against him. ]
Please! Don't! I didn't-- I didn't see your face!
[ This lie might be more believable if he didn't make direct eye contact with June a moment ago. ]
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Sometimes you're not so lucky.
Sometimes you see a man brutally murdered right in front of your eyes on you way home for your shitty job that you hate.
Sometimes you find yourself wheezing and panting as you run down back alleys hoping to escape a literal murderer, and praying to god he didn't manage to spot you before you took off running. ]
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in june's case, it's someone walking into a murder scene, with him as the culprit. guess what just happened on this pleasant friday night, as june and the pale-haired stranger stare at each other in shock before the latter sprints off in the other direction.
june's running after him a heartbeat later, ringing up christine to ask for a favor (god, another favor, she'll never let him live this down) while running through the narrow alleys. he's bloodied up; it's not a good look. he doesn't have time to care about it, though, as he careens straight into the murder witness, throwing them both into the ground.
there's a tussle before june manages to pin the other against the asphalt, one arm pressed hard against the other's throat. ]
Stop f— Don't move!
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There's absolutely no way that Calvin is going to win a physical fight against a literal murderer, so he defaults to the thing most people do when confronted with a killer, he begs despite the fact that a man that just coldly murdered someone else isn't likely to care about taking another one before the night is up.
He screws his eyes shut, and speaks in a strained voice, wheezing a little between his words as he feels his throat close partly thanks to the arm pressed against him. ]
Please! Don't! I didn't-- I didn't see your face!
[ This lie might be more believable if he didn't make direct eye contact with June a moment ago. ]