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Rick Frankfort

Rick ran his towel across his face as well as made quick work of proceeding through the task of drying off a bit more before trading the red towel of his that had served in its purpose for being brought along to be useful for one of his red Nike shirts that had been folded and tucked with a similar intention as to why it was also packed along with the rest of his belongings.

The tall, almost twenty year old pulled that aforementioned red shirt over his head and with one more one handed tug as his vision scanned the gym floor, succeeded in covering the rest of his torso up with the latter motion. He took a swig of water from his water bottle, which was followed by that item too rejoining the rest of his things before he began to stride toward one of basketballs scattered across the indoor expanse one by one to pick each up and aim them in the direction of a storage bin with the purpose of ideally making each shot in the first time around during the clean up process.

The familiar creak of the gym door sounded and was promptly followed by skittering noises. "Hello, is anyone there? The gym's closed now to be cleaned and locked up. It's open again tomorrow," he addressed and looked around to locate the source of the sounds that had entered the building. And then the confused look on his face morphed to shock when he spotted what had noisily intruded on his usual routine during what was supposedly just going to be another normal day with another night being new and getting involved in community sports after recently moving into a residence in a city he had never been before and was just starting to get to know while having come with the purpose of starting a new chapter of his life.

He lifted the basketball at his feet slowly while fixing to throw it with an aimed focus on self preservation. He had a feeling akin to the warning of an alarm that if he wanted to make it through tonight without injury, he'd have to work for it.

Rick Frankfort

Woah woah woah! If Rick hadn't had years of practice with school buddies growing up at trying not to show intensely felt fear or very extreme shock when there were breaks between classes to focus on fun stuff, he might have, just might have started screaming uglily in falsetto and running like a chicken without a head! As it was, his throat had gone dry and beads of sweat had formed on his brow. While Rick kept his face angled directly and focused sternly at the threat that appeared before him, he used his peripheral vision to plot an unobstructed course to make a mad dash at the exit.

But actually when he thought a bit more, yelling to alert any special sort of authorities for the extermination of seemingly cruel and highly unusual pests like this one was a pretty good idea if done right, a.k.a. he went about it still having a head on his shoulders; which he did as of right now and firmly intended to keep it that way for many decades ahead of him.

And he did yell as loud as his lungs would let him and somewhat as though calling out a basketball play to invisible teammates but with a heaping helping of a desperate plea mixed in with his commanding tone having been honed through countless ball games experienced thus far in progressing to his present stage in life, "Monster Control, Ghostbusters, M.I.B., or whoever, I could use a little HELP here!!" Or a lot of help, whatever works as necessary to get rid of the thing, whatever it was, that seemed to want to eat him whole.

And then, LORD ALMIGHTY BEING USED TO TENSION ON A BASKETBALL COURT IS HELPING OUT THANK YOU, ran through his mind as he aimed and fired the basketball at the creature like giving a bullet pass but meant to hurt a WHOLE, WHOLE lot on the receiving end, then gunned for the door at a powerful sprint so that he threw the door open and nearly slid out head first as he kept on with his intent of aiming to run far, far away and never see that creepy beyond words and a hopefully just unfortunate hallucination.

If whatever was after him was hungry, Rick might have opted to recommend to it to try to jump into a dumpster and find something to eat there. He was highly against being a part of any menu, thank you very much. But, Rick kept his recommendations to himself mainly because he was too focused on using the rest of his energy that wasn't fueling his brain with nonsensical ideas to get as far away as he could from death by mysteriously terrifying means.

And then there was what sounded to him to be a yell that was muffled somewhere ahead of him, leading him to suspect height or distance was to be credited in addition to not hearing clearly over his labored breathing as to why he could not make out if he could comprehend any communication attempt addressed to him. Then this was rapidly followed by something that flashed before his eyes and started headed in his direction and he sure hoped it wasn't a light at the end of a tunnel signaling the commencement of his short lived years on Earth replaying before he died and was digested. The light seemed to be going to pass right over him though as it got closer to him but for good measure he risked a glance back before crouching low and jumping to one side of the path behind one of the park trees. The light continued to zoom past according to what he was able to follow and catch of its trajectory at the corner of his eye during his endeavor to dodge just in case the light was also intended to be an attack towards him.

He stayed in his bent form as he looked out from the side of the tree where he hid for cover, just in case he needed to bolt again with his desperate goal to stay alive. The light was closing the distance left as it reached toward the monster and Rick hoped that light was meant to get rid of the creature not level it up, evolve it, or whatever to make it something more dangerous.