The almost-overbearing sun shone down at her as she ran her second lap around the park. Leah was glad that she put her hair in those fancy, half-up braids today- otherwise, the full volume of it would have probably smothered her. Strands still stuck to her neck, sweaty and warm, as her muscles ache underneath a long sleeve white button-up and an ankle-length black pleated skirt. She really, really, shouldn’t have worn long-sleeved clothes today, but life’s full of regrets anyways. It's probably better that she didn't show her arms- the makeup she used in cosplay to cover her ugly scars would have just melted off. Sweat’s the name of the game when you’re jogging in the hot Miami September, honestly.
At least it’s not July.
She took a swig from her water bottle as she strained her muscles even more, letting the bittersweet tea’s flavor linger on her tongue as she brushed rearranged her headband, brushing sweat-soaked bangs out of her face. It’s a pathetic display of bad wardrobe choices and even worse planning, as she finally diverted her path to the patch of wildflowers and near-collapsed on the ground, hidden underneath the shadows of a tree, hoping to blend in the background.
Come on, we’ve talked about this. You need to get used to attention irl! You’re so lucky you’re pretty-why did you take so much care into your braids when no one's going to be here to see it?
It’s for people online, voice in my head. Shut the fuck up and let me breathe.
More tea was guzzled down her throat as she silently apologized to the wildflowers she was sitting on- they’re so beautiful, all yellow and white and purple. She really wished she didn't forget her hair tie- stupid you idiot, how did you manage to forget a hair tie while jogging? It smells like flowers and sweat and hot stuffy air. The scenery was wonderful- a few clouds in the sky, patches of flowers framed by tall, fruit-bearing trees that she’d like to pick from, and-
is that a fucking alligator by the pond?
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Come on, it's Florida, how could there not be an alligator thread? Open! Alligator GM-ing rights for everyone, just make sure no one gets a pregame death.
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Thump thump. Thump thump. Anthony's feet made a steady beat on the dirt path as he started to jog into the park, one earphone in to listen to his playlist of running music, the other one out so he didn't get too focused on the music and run into a tree or something like that. That would be embarrassing. At least the visor he's wearing keeps the sun out of his eyes - it was his stepmom's, hence the gaudy pink colour, but beggars can't be choosers. Even with his short sleeved shirt and joggers, his forehead was almost dripping with sweat and his hair was damp from the heat. Even in the hottest London summers, cooped up in their stifling flat, it had never been this hot or humid. At least the winter was only a few months away.
It probably wasn't going to get any cooler, but he could hope. This park was nice, he noted, looking around at all the pretty flowers bursting with colour and the foliage, sturdy trees growing tall alongside the path and providing him with much-needed shade. It was amazing that all of this could grow in this heat. Nature worked that way, he supposed. Survival of the fittest or something like that. Ah, but now that bloody show has overtaken that phrase entirely. Maybe he should have brought a few pamphlets with him, handed them out to passersby and-
No. Focus, Anthony. You're just here for a nice jog in the lovely sun that wasn't totally leaving you and your jogging apparel a damp mess, not here with a Guy Fawkes mask to chant anti-SOTF slogans and thrust a sign aloft in the air. He shouldn't have listened to Adriana in the first place. "Go out on a jog in the sun, she said. The heat isn't that bad, she said. Maybe you'll get a nice tan, he said." The mocking words aren't murmured in anger, more in self-deprecating humour that was so familiar to him. At least the latter sentence was right, he was starting to get a nice tan. Or a sunburn. Hard to tell which one exactly.
As the current song - something by the Beatles, he didn't know the title off the top of his head - ended, he noticed a girl sitting on the wildflowers and drinking from a water bottle. She looked kinda familiar - had he seen her at a protest or something? As he got a little closer to her, he realised that she was from Mangrove High. He had seen her around the hallways a few times, but had never had the chance to talk to her. She'd probably just recognise him as Anthony Golden, the British dude who hated SOTF. She was staring over at the pond and-
Oh fuck, that was a crocodile! Or an alligator! Anthony had never been able to figure out the difference. Oh god, what the hell should he do? Call the cops? The guys who maintained this park? He didn't even know that they could come out of the swamp or zoo or whatever! Pulling out his earbud, he crouched down low and moved quickly over to the girl in the wildflower patch, urgently whispering to get her attention. "Oi! You see 'at too?" He nodded over in the direction of the alligator. "Wot do we do 'bout it?" Ah, his accent was slipping through again. He hated it when that happened.
It probably wasn't going to get any cooler, but he could hope. This park was nice, he noted, looking around at all the pretty flowers bursting with colour and the foliage, sturdy trees growing tall alongside the path and providing him with much-needed shade. It was amazing that all of this could grow in this heat. Nature worked that way, he supposed. Survival of the fittest or something like that. Ah, but now that bloody show has overtaken that phrase entirely. Maybe he should have brought a few pamphlets with him, handed them out to passersby and-
No. Focus, Anthony. You're just here for a nice jog in the lovely sun that wasn't totally leaving you and your jogging apparel a damp mess, not here with a Guy Fawkes mask to chant anti-SOTF slogans and thrust a sign aloft in the air. He shouldn't have listened to Adriana in the first place. "Go out on a jog in the sun, she said. The heat isn't that bad, she said. Maybe you'll get a nice tan, he said." The mocking words aren't murmured in anger, more in self-deprecating humour that was so familiar to him. At least the latter sentence was right, he was starting to get a nice tan. Or a sunburn. Hard to tell which one exactly.
As the current song - something by the Beatles, he didn't know the title off the top of his head - ended, he noticed a girl sitting on the wildflowers and drinking from a water bottle. She looked kinda familiar - had he seen her at a protest or something? As he got a little closer to her, he realised that she was from Mangrove High. He had seen her around the hallways a few times, but had never had the chance to talk to her. She'd probably just recognise him as Anthony Golden, the British dude who hated SOTF. She was staring over at the pond and-
Oh fuck, that was a crocodile! Or an alligator! Anthony had never been able to figure out the difference. Oh god, what the hell should he do? Call the cops? The guys who maintained this park? He didn't even know that they could come out of the swamp or zoo or whatever! Pulling out his earbud, he crouched down low and moved quickly over to the girl in the wildflower patch, urgently whispering to get her attention. "Oi! You see 'at too?" He nodded over in the direction of the alligator. "Wot do we do 'bout it?" Ah, his accent was slipping through again. He hated it when that happened.
A yelp rang out, although she wasn’t sure whether it’s because of the alligator or because of the boy behind her. Startled by her noise, the alligator seemed to move
“Oi! You see ‘at too? Wot do we do ‘bout it?”
She choked down a “yeah, obviously.” That was going to be awfully rude of her to say, especially to a classmate-Anthony, whose accent she recognized, a British boy whom she didn’t know much about other than his hatred of SOTF. While, from what little she’s heard, his behavior was a little odd, she really had no right to judge. She wished she was like him- able to talk about what she wanted without fear.
Long hair spun and stuck to her face as she looked back at him, staring at his pink visor instead of making eye contact.
“Um, alligators are usually-” she glanced at the gator again, watching it stare back at her with a slight glint of… annoyance, probably, in his eyes, “-sometimes not prone to attacking.”
30 feet. That’s the rule dad taught her. Stay 30 feet away, don’t approach, never assume that they’re slow, because they can move up to 35 miles per hour. Like a true Floridian, Leah knows at least the basics of how to deal with an alligator, except they were supposed to be scared of people. Why wasn’t it moving away? Was it fed food by other people? It is at a park, so that is possible. That’s illegal, but the law hasn’t stopped people from doing it.
Then, the alligator took a single, slow, small step towards them.
“Back off!” Her anxieties briefly forgotten, Leah was taken by instinct as she jumped up, yelled and put an arm in front of her, between the alligator and the boy.
“Oi! You see ‘at too? Wot do we do ‘bout it?”
She choked down a “yeah, obviously.” That was going to be awfully rude of her to say, especially to a classmate-Anthony, whose accent she recognized, a British boy whom she didn’t know much about other than his hatred of SOTF. While, from what little she’s heard, his behavior was a little odd, she really had no right to judge. She wished she was like him- able to talk about what she wanted without fear.
Long hair spun and stuck to her face as she looked back at him, staring at his pink visor instead of making eye contact.
“Um, alligators are usually-” she glanced at the gator again, watching it stare back at her with a slight glint of… annoyance, probably, in his eyes, “-sometimes not prone to attacking.”
30 feet. That’s the rule dad taught her. Stay 30 feet away, don’t approach, never assume that they’re slow, because they can move up to 35 miles per hour. Like a true Floridian, Leah knows at least the basics of how to deal with an alligator, except they were supposed to be scared of people. Why wasn’t it moving away? Was it fed food by other people? It is at a park, so that is possible. That’s illegal, but the law hasn’t stopped people from doing it.
Then, the alligator took a single, slow, small step towards them.
“Back off!” Her anxieties briefly forgotten, Leah was taken by instinct as she jumped up, yelled and put an arm in front of her, between the alligator and the boy.
It was a sunny day, clear of clouds and the rays raining down upon them. People walking outside with smiles on their faces and it seemed like nothing could go wrong.
And yet Seth didn't have a smile on his face, betraying the mood of the day. Mainly cause of one thing.
Seth had to take the dog outside.
Now, Seth didn't mind this "duty", so to speak. No, what had him miffed was his brother was supposed to do it, but had managed to put it on him. Needed to do his homework or whatever, Seth didn't pay attention to that part as he was too busy putting on his shoes and letting the annoyance of his time being taken away flow over him instead.
That mood carried with him as he went on his walk, even as Tyson tried to greet others or stand in corners lifting his leg, Seth would carry on. Forcing him to follow.
There were no stops till they got to their destination.
Once he reached the park, he finally stopped. He looked over to his dog, tongue hanging out staring back. Seth crouched down as Tyson obediently sat down.
"You liked that? That's right?" He said as his right hand reached over and petted Tyson's back.
"Good dog." That he was, despite the times he'd go inside or bark at strangers, sometimes seemingly at random. He was obedient and was always there when Seth needed him to be. If there was anyone Seth wanted to be stuck with, it would be him.
That was when he heard the sounds, he turned his head over to see a girl - Leah, her name was. Seen her around school. It was hard to miss her when she put her hair like Daenerys. He stood up and his eyes followed what she was reacting to.
An alligator.
He felt the leash as Tyson started to move closer.
"C'mon Tyson." He said as he kept a grip on the leash. Tyson was an enthusiatic dog despite his recent gain in weight, and Seth was not about to let him sprint off after someone.
And yet Seth didn't have a smile on his face, betraying the mood of the day. Mainly cause of one thing.
Seth had to take the dog outside.
Now, Seth didn't mind this "duty", so to speak. No, what had him miffed was his brother was supposed to do it, but had managed to put it on him. Needed to do his homework or whatever, Seth didn't pay attention to that part as he was too busy putting on his shoes and letting the annoyance of his time being taken away flow over him instead.
That mood carried with him as he went on his walk, even as Tyson tried to greet others or stand in corners lifting his leg, Seth would carry on. Forcing him to follow.
There were no stops till they got to their destination.
Once he reached the park, he finally stopped. He looked over to his dog, tongue hanging out staring back. Seth crouched down as Tyson obediently sat down.
"You liked that? That's right?" He said as his right hand reached over and petted Tyson's back.
"Good dog." That he was, despite the times he'd go inside or bark at strangers, sometimes seemingly at random. He was obedient and was always there when Seth needed him to be. If there was anyone Seth wanted to be stuck with, it would be him.
That was when he heard the sounds, he turned his head over to see a girl - Leah, her name was. Seen her around school. It was hard to miss her when she put her hair like Daenerys. He stood up and his eyes followed what she was reacting to.
An alligator.
He felt the leash as Tyson started to move closer.
"C'mon Tyson." He said as he kept a grip on the leash. Tyson was an enthusiatic dog despite his recent gain in weight, and Seth was not about to let him sprint off after someone.
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Startled by the girl's yelp, Anthony takes a unsteady step backwards, leaning up against the tree and watching the alligator with wide eyes. God, he had absolutely no idea how to deal with this. When he was jogging in London, the worst he had to worry about were the swans who would sometimes chase him if he strayed too close to the water, not alligators. One was a little frightening, one could cause him some serious damage.
As she spins around to look at him, his brain started to make the connection as she stares at his gaudy pink hat. God, he really needs to get an- Not the time brain, not the time! The elaborate braids and her thin frame helped to identify her as Leah - they share a couple of classes, he thinks. A few of the science electives. He doesn't think they've ever talked, though What a place to make a first meeting, under a tree while an alligator or crocodile or whatever you called it was staring at them with a look that he would swear was malevolent. Bowing his head, he quickly made the sign of the cross- forehead, chest, left breast, right breast and ending in the centre of his breast.
"Um, alligators are usually-" She takes another glance at the alligator, while Anthony compiles the new information in his head. So it was an alligator... Maybe Adriana would know what to do? "-sometimes not prone to attacking." Anthony had absolutely no idea how to parse that statement. Did she means that they didn't attack much, or that they did? There were just too many oxymorons.
Unzipping his jogger pockets fully and yanking out the earphone plug, he quickly opens the texting UI and sends a quick one to Adriana: "mum alligator near what do". She'd probably know what to do - she was a Miami native, after all. He kept the phone in his hand - maybe he should call the cops? Let them know that hey, there's an alligator here? Maybe do something about that?
And then the alligator started moving towards him and Anthony pressed himself up against the tree further, terrified. The girl sprang up, yelling at the animal and putting an arm up in front of her, putting herself between the alligator and him. He strongly doubted that if the alligator wanted to have a two course meal, she would be much of a barrier against it.
But hey, it couldn't hurt, right? She probably knew more than him about the whole alligator stuff. She was born here, and he had only moved here a few years ago. Maybe this was the secret to defeating alligators. Shouting at them really loudly.
As she spins around to look at him, his brain started to make the connection as she stares at his gaudy pink hat. God, he really needs to get an- Not the time brain, not the time! The elaborate braids and her thin frame helped to identify her as Leah - they share a couple of classes, he thinks. A few of the science electives. He doesn't think they've ever talked, though What a place to make a first meeting, under a tree while an alligator or crocodile or whatever you called it was staring at them with a look that he would swear was malevolent. Bowing his head, he quickly made the sign of the cross- forehead, chest, left breast, right breast and ending in the centre of his breast.
"Um, alligators are usually-" She takes another glance at the alligator, while Anthony compiles the new information in his head. So it was an alligator... Maybe Adriana would know what to do? "-sometimes not prone to attacking." Anthony had absolutely no idea how to parse that statement. Did she means that they didn't attack much, or that they did? There were just too many oxymorons.
Unzipping his jogger pockets fully and yanking out the earphone plug, he quickly opens the texting UI and sends a quick one to Adriana: "mum alligator near what do". She'd probably know what to do - she was a Miami native, after all. He kept the phone in his hand - maybe he should call the cops? Let them know that hey, there's an alligator here? Maybe do something about that?
And then the alligator started moving towards him and Anthony pressed himself up against the tree further, terrified. The girl sprang up, yelling at the animal and putting an arm up in front of her, putting herself between the alligator and him. He strongly doubted that if the alligator wanted to have a two course meal, she would be much of a barrier against it.
But hey, it couldn't hurt, right? She probably knew more than him about the whole alligator stuff. She was born here, and he had only moved here a few years ago. Maybe this was the secret to defeating alligators. Shouting at them really loudly.
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Beau was surprised that it was a bit hotter than usual and he was sweating a little from his forehead. Ew, ew, ew! Or was it usual? Ah, well, he wasn't gonna thinking about it too much as he was talking with one of his closest friends, Allen "Al" Lockhardt, who was a full-time goth wearing nothing but black and a cool leather jacket. He would "borrow" the jacket sometimes to wear it at some parties he went to have a wild time at and he would sneakily return it without any damage to it (although he had no idea that Al knew about it and that Beau was not a sneaky cool motherfucker like he thought he was).
Beau almost bumped into Seth at first as he was in front of him and he did a little twirl to the side as he stopped beside the boy who was staring at something. "Oh, hey, yo! Hi, Seth! What are you..." Beau felt himself trailing off to see what Seth had been looking at and he felt his smile on his face widen more. "....Oooohh!!"
Al was puzzled as he stepped up beside Beau and his emerald green eyes widened as he stared at the scene in front of him. "Bee.... I swear to fucking God." He warned Beau through clutched pearly-white teeth and he had noticed the look on the other boy's face.
"Holy shitballs!" Beau suddenly yelled with a hysterical laugh and he was trying to get his iPhone out of his pocket. "This is really, really happening! A real-life alligator! Holy fuckcake!!"
"Bee! Don't you do anything stupid no-" Al was cut off by Beau shoving his phone into Al's hand and he mouthed the words "Record, my bromie!". Al could only watch as Beau rushed off to where the others were and he let out a sigh, rolling his eyes at Beau's silly shenanigans. "Bloody idiot."
Beau stopped a bit further away from the other two who were... trapped...? by the alligator and he grinned more giddy like he was out of his mind. Eh, maybe he was. But still....
"HEY!!"
The alligator turned its head in his direction and he hoped that Al was recording his "heroic" act. He was now mostly the main attraction but the alligator was looking back at Anthony a few times. Well, shit. Was Beau messing this up already?
Beau almost bumped into Seth at first as he was in front of him and he did a little twirl to the side as he stopped beside the boy who was staring at something. "Oh, hey, yo! Hi, Seth! What are you..." Beau felt himself trailing off to see what Seth had been looking at and he felt his smile on his face widen more. "....Oooohh!!"
Al was puzzled as he stepped up beside Beau and his emerald green eyes widened as he stared at the scene in front of him. "Bee.... I swear to fucking God." He warned Beau through clutched pearly-white teeth and he had noticed the look on the other boy's face.
"Holy shitballs!" Beau suddenly yelled with a hysterical laugh and he was trying to get his iPhone out of his pocket. "This is really, really happening! A real-life alligator! Holy fuckcake!!"
"Bee! Don't you do anything stupid no-" Al was cut off by Beau shoving his phone into Al's hand and he mouthed the words "Record, my bromie!". Al could only watch as Beau rushed off to where the others were and he let out a sigh, rolling his eyes at Beau's silly shenanigans. "Bloody idiot."
Beau stopped a bit further away from the other two who were... trapped...? by the alligator and he grinned more giddy like he was out of his mind. Eh, maybe he was. But still....
"HEY!!"
The alligator turned its head in his direction and he hoped that Al was recording his "heroic" act. He was now mostly the main attraction but the alligator was looking back at Anthony a few times. Well, shit. Was Beau messing this up already?
Seth's eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he stared at the creature that was now skulking around in front of two people. Leah, and straining his neck he could see the one against the tree was Anthony. Anti-SOTF as one could be, going on protests and such. Seth knew to avoid such conversations with him, he’d talk your ear off over how “imoral” the whole thing was. Though, he could be surprisingly fun to talk with on other subjects, such as books, it was nice having someone around that liked reading as much as he did.
Sizing it up, Seth estimated that it was about 8 feet in length, he could see the bumps on it's back leading to the giant maw. He'd heard and seen pictures of these before on the net, and he'd been lucky to not have seen one. That had changed and pictures betrayed how big these things really were.
Not to mention how dangerous.
These things are supposed to be afraid of people, though. Why was it moving towards them?
Tyson kept trying to move towards it, confusing it's own bravado for bravery than stupidity. Seth started to pull the leash towards himself when he almost jumped out of his skin as Beau made his appearance, walking up with a friend of his. If it weren't for it being in his blind spot, Seth would have seen them from a mile away, not from Beau though, moreso his fully dressed in all black friend who at this point he recognised as Allen.
Tyson moved to get their scent, but Seth kept his grip firm on the leash.
Beau was one of the loud ones, with a social media presence to match. Whilst not liking how loud the guy could be, Seth could respect the work and hustle that came with making content on the net, along with the fact he wasn't too unfriendly for someone with a high rank.
"Beau?" He croaked before the boy handed his friend a phone, moved ahead and... yelled at the damn thing?!
Seth started to pull the leash back and dragged Tyson towards him. Putting his arm under him when he got close enough, scooping him up. He held him tight as he turned to Allen. "Is he for real?!"
Sizing it up, Seth estimated that it was about 8 feet in length, he could see the bumps on it's back leading to the giant maw. He'd heard and seen pictures of these before on the net, and he'd been lucky to not have seen one. That had changed and pictures betrayed how big these things really were.
Not to mention how dangerous.
These things are supposed to be afraid of people, though. Why was it moving towards them?
Tyson kept trying to move towards it, confusing it's own bravado for bravery than stupidity. Seth started to pull the leash towards himself when he almost jumped out of his skin as Beau made his appearance, walking up with a friend of his. If it weren't for it being in his blind spot, Seth would have seen them from a mile away, not from Beau though, moreso his fully dressed in all black friend who at this point he recognised as Allen.
Tyson moved to get their scent, but Seth kept his grip firm on the leash.
Beau was one of the loud ones, with a social media presence to match. Whilst not liking how loud the guy could be, Seth could respect the work and hustle that came with making content on the net, along with the fact he wasn't too unfriendly for someone with a high rank.
"Beau?" He croaked before the boy handed his friend a phone, moved ahead and... yelled at the damn thing?!
Seth started to pull the leash back and dragged Tyson towards him. Putting his arm under him when he got close enough, scooping him up. He held him tight as he turned to Allen. "Is he for real?!"
The boy that strolled into the scene was walking a dog. That’s not good. That’s not good at all. She really didn’t know her classmates all that much, but Seth was tall and big and difficult to miss. Almost scary, in a way, in multiple ways. Scarier than other people in general. The urge to tell him to scoop his dog up or put him away died on her tongue when more yelling assaulted her ears.
“Holy shitballs!” What. The fuck. She glanced at the new boys- Beau, with his blue hair and bright clothes, and someone else goth in all black. Good, at least she wasn’t the only one wearing weather-inappropriate clothing. Not good, this guy was pulling out his phone. And giving it to his goth friend to record- what is this, some stupid prank youtuber stunt? Is she in a set somehow? To be honest… it’s nice that he’s taking attention off of her, at least. If the alligator goes for him, would she have time to flee the scene?
Seth asked the goth the million dollar question she’s been secretly wanting to ask for the last few seconds as he- good idea- scooped his dog up. At least someone knows how to deal with gators.
She turned to Anthony, pressed to a tree, and took her own phone out to take a picture of the scene. If this alligator is truly dangerous, she could at least have evidence when she reports this to the authorities at home, when she could search up the number to the nuisance alligator hotline-something.
“Maybe we should get the authorities.” She hopes that this invitation for him to go would be detected-she would feel terrible for leaving them like this, and even worse when her social anxiety prevents her from making the point clear to whoever can solve the issue at hand. Also, she really wouldn’t want to run anymore. Realistically, he should know less about what to do than her. He’s British, pressed to a tree in fear, and probably less informed on alligator removal as a whole. But, she doesn’t trust herself to get the authorities. Mom and dad both told her growing up that it’s better to deal with a problem yourself than to ask others, and she would probably just stumble on her words anyways. Like she always did, whenever she talked to anyone without the looming threat of alligator mauling ironically taking away her fear. Let him figure it out himself.
Hmm, what else? “I’m taking a picture to, uh, have proof.” That’s probably important, too. Another invitation for him to do what she was doing, without sounding like she’s ordering him around. But then again, she couldn’t trust him to know what he was doing, especially when she has no clear idea what she should do, either. Ironically, the person who is the most confident in their actions, it seemed, was the boy literally yelling at an alligator for clout. She hopes he didn’t do anything stupid- well, stupid-er.
“Holy shitballs!” What. The fuck. She glanced at the new boys- Beau, with his blue hair and bright clothes, and someone else goth in all black. Good, at least she wasn’t the only one wearing weather-inappropriate clothing. Not good, this guy was pulling out his phone. And giving it to his goth friend to record- what is this, some stupid prank youtuber stunt? Is she in a set somehow? To be honest… it’s nice that he’s taking attention off of her, at least. If the alligator goes for him, would she have time to flee the scene?
Seth asked the goth the million dollar question she’s been secretly wanting to ask for the last few seconds as he- good idea- scooped his dog up. At least someone knows how to deal with gators.
She turned to Anthony, pressed to a tree, and took her own phone out to take a picture of the scene. If this alligator is truly dangerous, she could at least have evidence when she reports this to the authorities at home, when she could search up the number to the nuisance alligator hotline-something.
“Maybe we should get the authorities.” She hopes that this invitation for him to go would be detected-she would feel terrible for leaving them like this, and even worse when her social anxiety prevents her from making the point clear to whoever can solve the issue at hand. Also, she really wouldn’t want to run anymore. Realistically, he should know less about what to do than her. He’s British, pressed to a tree in fear, and probably less informed on alligator removal as a whole. But, she doesn’t trust herself to get the authorities. Mom and dad both told her growing up that it’s better to deal with a problem yourself than to ask others, and she would probably just stumble on her words anyways. Like she always did, whenever she talked to anyone without the looming threat of alligator mauling ironically taking away her fear. Let him figure it out himself.
Hmm, what else? “I’m taking a picture to, uh, have proof.” That’s probably important, too. Another invitation for him to do what she was doing, without sounding like she’s ordering him around. But then again, she couldn’t trust him to know what he was doing, especially when she has no clear idea what she should do, either. Ironically, the person who is the most confident in their actions, it seemed, was the boy literally yelling at an alligator for clout. She hopes he didn’t do anything stupid- well, stupid-er.
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Oh god, and now there was a dog here. Anthony didn't want to see dog vs alligator/crocodile. Seth was walking it; they talked sometimes about the books they had read, although he tended to avoid him when he was doing his famous rants against SOTF. Understandable, really, but to Anthony it was a tad irritating. Maybe he could call the cops or something if he could get his dog away from the-
His ears were suddenly assaulted by someone yelling with a laugh. "Holy shitballs!" Glancing at the source of this new noise, he identified it as Beau Lively. One of those wannabe streamers or musicians or something - he had never really talked to him. Watching the stupid bloody idiot and his backup yell at the alligator like it was something funny and not dangerous was just infuriating. Or was it that this was a bit less of a threat than he thought? Is he just overreacting because he hasn't experienced alligators in his park before? At least Seth had managed to scoop up his dog and was questioning the stupid idiot punk's actions. Good man.
Meanwhile, as he was watching in shock at the idiot and his entourage - Anthony was going to give him a right bollocking when this was dealt with - Leah had pulled out her phone to take a picture. "Maybe we should get the authorities." Yes, that was probably a good idea, but Anthony was just a little bit frightened that any sudden movement would entice the alligator to make further moves. But ah, if someone got hurt because of his cowardice that wouldn't be very good. His phone still in hand, he dialed 999.
Wait. Ah, wrong bloody number!
Quickly realising his error, he dialed 911 and raised the phone to his ear, nodding to confirm that she is indeed, taking a picture to have proof as he slowly backed up onto the main path. Although, with this stupid bloody idiot recording this for clicks on his YouTube channel or something equally as stupid, they were already going to have enough proof. Hopefully it didn't end up turning into one of those video clips that you'd see on gore sites with people lambasting the dude's stupidity as he got mauled or eaten or something.
"Nine one one operator. What is your emergency?" The woman on the other end sounded almost bored. "Ahm, there's a crocodile near the pond at uh, it's-it's a big one, comin' at us. Uh, Margaret Pace Park, on the running track." His words came through with a little panic to them. God, was calling 911 the right idea? Was there some kind of non-emergency number he should have called? Well, it had been called now. "What is your name?" Did she sound frustrated, or was that worry in her tone? Why did he care? There was a bloody alligator coming at them, the least of his worries was some woman on a phone line! "Anthony Golden." He gave a little nod automatically, not realising that she couldn't see it. "Thank you, we will be sending someone shortly. Please stay on the line."
Nodding, Anthony glanced over at Beau's lackey, making a motion to lower his phone and mouthing at him to "Put the phone down!" with perhaps a tinge of annoyance in his facial expression.
His ears were suddenly assaulted by someone yelling with a laugh. "Holy shitballs!" Glancing at the source of this new noise, he identified it as Beau Lively. One of those wannabe streamers or musicians or something - he had never really talked to him. Watching the stupid bloody idiot and his backup yell at the alligator like it was something funny and not dangerous was just infuriating. Or was it that this was a bit less of a threat than he thought? Is he just overreacting because he hasn't experienced alligators in his park before? At least Seth had managed to scoop up his dog and was questioning the stupid idiot punk's actions. Good man.
Meanwhile, as he was watching in shock at the idiot and his entourage - Anthony was going to give him a right bollocking when this was dealt with - Leah had pulled out her phone to take a picture. "Maybe we should get the authorities." Yes, that was probably a good idea, but Anthony was just a little bit frightened that any sudden movement would entice the alligator to make further moves. But ah, if someone got hurt because of his cowardice that wouldn't be very good. His phone still in hand, he dialed 999.
Wait. Ah, wrong bloody number!
Quickly realising his error, he dialed 911 and raised the phone to his ear, nodding to confirm that she is indeed, taking a picture to have proof as he slowly backed up onto the main path. Although, with this stupid bloody idiot recording this for clicks on his YouTube channel or something equally as stupid, they were already going to have enough proof. Hopefully it didn't end up turning into one of those video clips that you'd see on gore sites with people lambasting the dude's stupidity as he got mauled or eaten or something.
"Nine one one operator. What is your emergency?" The woman on the other end sounded almost bored. "Ahm, there's a crocodile near the pond at uh, it's-it's a big one, comin' at us. Uh, Margaret Pace Park, on the running track." His words came through with a little panic to them. God, was calling 911 the right idea? Was there some kind of non-emergency number he should have called? Well, it had been called now. "What is your name?" Did she sound frustrated, or was that worry in her tone? Why did he care? There was a bloody alligator coming at them, the least of his worries was some woman on a phone line! "Anthony Golden." He gave a little nod automatically, not realising that she couldn't see it. "Thank you, we will be sending someone shortly. Please stay on the line."
Nodding, Anthony glanced over at Beau's lackey, making a motion to lower his phone and mouthing at him to "Put the phone down!" with perhaps a tinge of annoyance in his facial expression.
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Primrosette
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Beau had messed-up like he was the failure sidekick in an anime where he would always take on the stronger rival or villain or whatever and then he would get fricking owned in like thirty secs or so. What a bummer, bummer, bummer- Oh, oh, oh...? Looked like Seth was yelling to him and he turned to glance at him with a simple thumbs-up and a innocent, pure grin of glee and delight. Before he turned back to the business at hand...
Al was definitely gotten give Beau a firm talking to after this bullshit that he was pulling and he knew that once Beau got like either a great plan, a shitty plan or even a "What the fuck is this wild shit?!" plan. There was no way to stop his actions. It was hard to keep the wild boy under control and sometimes he just wanted to slap reality into his idiot best friend's face. Seth was now talking to him and Al gave the guy a bored expression, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Look, B's always been a weird-ass wildcard, man. I don't know what the fuck you want me to do?" He then continued to record mainly Beau and the alligator, even if the other two kids were getting filmed a bit as well. They could always edit them out anyway. It was whatever. "You can all stop him from getting closer to that alligator if you want to, Seth. I could take your dog off your hands and you can act like the better hero than my dumbass friend."
Beau wasn't sure if he wanted to get closer or not. Like he kinda wanted to pet the alligator and keep it as his own pet. His parents would lose it if he did just that. It would be like a classic prank. Man, he was sure that this was a harmless one. Maybe. Oh well! If he was gonna die to an alligator, it would make an awesome as balls video!
Al suddenly heard someone call out to him and he realized that it was that anti-SOTF-TV kid who was being a baby against a tree. Anthony something something. A fucking nobody. "Go fuck yourself, you bloody wank'r." Al yelled back with a tingle of his Cockney accent slithering out and he give the fool a good view of a middle finger. He hated the guy's guts.
Beau heard the two boys yelling and he was stepping closer to the alligator without even feeling any fear. He knew that it was all good! Haha! He was a genius! "Hey, hey! You can now run, Anthony! Uh.... And.... Lia!" He yelled out to them as he was sure he got the girl's name right and the alligator was turning towards. "Hey, Gator! You're pretty fricking cool! Heheh!"
He was an idiotic boy at heart.
Al was definitely gotten give Beau a firm talking to after this bullshit that he was pulling and he knew that once Beau got like either a great plan, a shitty plan or even a "What the fuck is this wild shit?!" plan. There was no way to stop his actions. It was hard to keep the wild boy under control and sometimes he just wanted to slap reality into his idiot best friend's face. Seth was now talking to him and Al gave the guy a bored expression, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Look, B's always been a weird-ass wildcard, man. I don't know what the fuck you want me to do?" He then continued to record mainly Beau and the alligator, even if the other two kids were getting filmed a bit as well. They could always edit them out anyway. It was whatever. "You can all stop him from getting closer to that alligator if you want to, Seth. I could take your dog off your hands and you can act like the better hero than my dumbass friend."
Beau wasn't sure if he wanted to get closer or not. Like he kinda wanted to pet the alligator and keep it as his own pet. His parents would lose it if he did just that. It would be like a classic prank. Man, he was sure that this was a harmless one. Maybe. Oh well! If he was gonna die to an alligator, it would make an awesome as balls video!
Al suddenly heard someone call out to him and he realized that it was that anti-SOTF-TV kid who was being a baby against a tree. Anthony something something. A fucking nobody. "Go fuck yourself, you bloody wank'r." Al yelled back with a tingle of his Cockney accent slithering out and he give the fool a good view of a middle finger. He hated the guy's guts.
Beau heard the two boys yelling and he was stepping closer to the alligator without even feeling any fear. He knew that it was all good! Haha! He was a genius! "Hey, hey! You can now run, Anthony! Uh.... And.... Lia!" He yelled out to them as he was sure he got the girl's name right and the alligator was turning towards. "Hey, Gator! You're pretty fricking cool! Heheh!"
He was an idiotic boy at heart.
"Fucking real..." He muttered to himself as Allen explained what Beau was doing and Beau himself gave him a smile and a thumbs up. Seth could only stare open mouthed back at him.
What the fuck was wrong with this kid?
Tyson laid confused against him in his arms, still and quiet. Good dog. At least someone around here was on the same page as him.
Phones were coming out everywhere it seemed, Leah had hers out and Anthony had his. Both doing their own thing. Seth hoped it was to call somebody and not take pics or fucking film it.
He still could not believe that this was happening, dude was gonna film Beau standing across this animal and Seth could not for the life of him tell where this was going. For all he knew Beau was about to world star a freaking alligator.
...
Now, Seth would watch that, but that was not the point. Those two chucklefucks over there were going to get hurt if they didn't move.
The same went for the one that was now daring the gator.
"Fine." He barked as he carefully handed his dog over to Al before making his way next to Beau, but making sure whilst looking at Al that he wasn't being filmed. Once he was in the clear, he turned and yelled at them.
"You heard him! Don't fucking stand there! Move, now!"
What the fuck was wrong with this kid?
Tyson laid confused against him in his arms, still and quiet. Good dog. At least someone around here was on the same page as him.
Phones were coming out everywhere it seemed, Leah had hers out and Anthony had his. Both doing their own thing. Seth hoped it was to call somebody and not take pics or fucking film it.
He still could not believe that this was happening, dude was gonna film Beau standing across this animal and Seth could not for the life of him tell where this was going. For all he knew Beau was about to world star a freaking alligator.
...
Now, Seth would watch that, but that was not the point. Those two chucklefucks over there were going to get hurt if they didn't move.
The same went for the one that was now daring the gator.
"Fine." He barked as he carefully handed his dog over to Al before making his way next to Beau, but making sure whilst looking at Al that he wasn't being filmed. Once he was in the clear, he turned and yelled at them.
"You heard him! Don't fucking stand there! Move, now!"
Oh thank goodness. Anthony did call 911, but not before accidentally dialing what was probably 999, which amused Leah a bit, for some odd, incomprehensible reason. Perhaps it cemented his britishness in her mind? Ah, well, doesn’t matter. Authorities were called, the alligator was reported, and pictures were taken. If they were blurry, at least Beau and his goth friend could provide proof, given he was about to try something very, very stupid for online content. The overweight boy with the dog, Seth was talking with the goth… trying to get him to put the camera down, maybe? It doesn’t matter- the camera isn’t what mattered at the moment since she had the photos.
“"Go fuck yourself, you bloody wank'r." Were they actually arguing in the middle of- what point are you trying to prove? Jesus, the goth was trying to pick a fight or something, whatever Seth said didn’t quite work, and Beau… Beau was- *oh god.*
"Hey, hey! You can now run, Anthony! Uh.... And.... Leah!" Should she be happy that she has an excuse to get out of here? Did she even really need an excuse, or did she just stay to not look like a coward? Should she intervene? "Hey, Gator! You're pretty fricking cool! Heheh!"
Whatever. If Beau got hurt, it isn’t her legal or moral responsibility. She should stop overthinking.
Yeah, good idea, get known as the girl in the alligator mauling incident in the news? Wow, you idiot.
Maybe that will finally get her the pity-friends she needed for once. What could she have done anyways? Beau, as nice as he would, probably would be a little angry at her, but she hopes everyone around her could forgive her for ditching. If they even notice her, between the arguments, screaming and phones.
Alright, now Seth was yelling too. "You heard him!” Fine. She’ll go. “Don't fucking stand there! Move, now!"
Now, the issue was: how should she respond? Leave quietly as to not make the situation more chaotic? Say goodbye? But, then, she would probably have to be louder for her voice to be heard, and if she yells louder her voice would crack.
She settled for a wave, instead, as she glanced at Anthony to make sure he isn’t doing anything stupid either.
(Leah Hemmingway con-
Just kidding, she ran for the bench by a vending machine a minute’s walk away, phone in hand and out of sight behind the bathrooms. Just to capture the moment, and maybe buy something colder than lukewarm tea. if there's any screams of pain or signs of obvious conflict, she would probably be ready to... act, do something, she would need to plan it out later. But for now, she's just looking out for whoever should be here to get the alligator out of here.
“"Go fuck yourself, you bloody wank'r." Were they actually arguing in the middle of- what point are you trying to prove? Jesus, the goth was trying to pick a fight or something, whatever Seth said didn’t quite work, and Beau… Beau was- *oh god.*
"Hey, hey! You can now run, Anthony! Uh.... And.... Leah!" Should she be happy that she has an excuse to get out of here? Did she even really need an excuse, or did she just stay to not look like a coward? Should she intervene? "Hey, Gator! You're pretty fricking cool! Heheh!"
Whatever. If Beau got hurt, it isn’t her legal or moral responsibility. She should stop overthinking.
Yeah, good idea, get known as the girl in the alligator mauling incident in the news? Wow, you idiot.
Maybe that will finally get her the pity-friends she needed for once. What could she have done anyways? Beau, as nice as he would, probably would be a little angry at her, but she hopes everyone around her could forgive her for ditching. If they even notice her, between the arguments, screaming and phones.
Alright, now Seth was yelling too. "You heard him!” Fine. She’ll go. “Don't fucking stand there! Move, now!"
Now, the issue was: how should she respond? Leave quietly as to not make the situation more chaotic? Say goodbye? But, then, she would probably have to be louder for her voice to be heard, and if she yells louder her voice would crack.
She settled for a wave, instead, as she glanced at Anthony to make sure he isn’t doing anything stupid either.
(Leah Hemmingway con-
Just kidding, she ran for the bench by a vending machine a minute’s walk away, phone in hand and out of sight behind the bathrooms. Just to capture the moment, and maybe buy something colder than lukewarm tea. if there's any screams of pain or signs of obvious conflict, she would probably be ready to... act, do something, she would need to plan it out later. But for now, she's just looking out for whoever should be here to get the alligator out of here.
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Is this Beau dude a fucking idiot? Jesus Christ, what in the name of the Lord was he doing? Walking towards the alligator instead of doing what any sane and sensible citizen would do and promptly vacating the scene? As Beau gives Seth a smile and a thumbs up, Anthony brings up the phone to his ear again. "Some bloody fohking idiot's walking towards the bloody alligator. You might wanna hurry the cops up." He didn't hear the operator's response, as he had brought the phone back down.
“"Go fuck yourself, you bloody wank'r." The goth's friend yelled at him, accompanied with flipping the bird. Anthony closed his eyes and suppressed a deep sigh. Were they always like this? Was that a Cockney accent - actually, that didn't matter. What mattered was this dude's goddamn attitude. Anthony wasn't going to start anything - his moral code wouldn't be very stable if he punched some dude for insulting him, after all. He settled on flipping the stuck up prick a V sign. If he really was Cockney, he'd know what that meant, and if he wasn't, well, Anthony's glare would be enough to convey the meaning of the gesture. Flipping the V sign didn't seem to be as big in America as it was back in Hackney, but he knew enough kids watched British shows to maybe have some kinda understanding of their gestures and culture.
"Hey, hey! You can now run, Anthony! Uh.... And.... Leah!" Woo, well now he had an excuse to get out of here. Although, it would not be great if he ran and bailed while some dude got mauled by an alligator. But at the same time, he didn't really want to get attacked by an alligator. His dad was on duty right now, and the chances of his ambulance pulling up probably weren't small. Pausing, he weighed up the pros and cons of intervening. On the pro side, he'd have saved some dude from possibly getting attacked by alligator, and God would probably be pretty happy about that. Plus, his moral code would only be strengthened or something like that. On the con side, he might get attacked by an alligator, and it's possible that even after saving them from potential injury or death, the goth guys would be pissed enough to try and fight him because he ruined their TikTok video or some stupid bullshit. He was confident about being able to defend himself against one dude - kick them in the balls and run, as his father had taught him. But two? Two might be a little difficult. He was a lover, not a fighter. Hesitating for a second-
“Don't fucking stand there! Move, now!" Seth's sharp command broke him out of his stupor. Right, fuck it. The cops had guns, they could shoot the alligator or something. The day would be saved, and the dead alligator would be.... actually, what happened to dead alligators? Did they get like, cremated? Buried? Eaten? Whatever. He'd Google that when he got home. Right now, he elected to follow Leah. She seemed to have some kind of idea what to do when accosted by an alligator. "What the bloody 'ell are they doing? Jesus Christ..." He vented once they were out of sight. "Fuckin' video for the internet or some shit... Should, uh, should we try and stop him? I don't fink that would look good on our records, failing to save some fohking idiot from being eaten..."
Was this one of the side effects of that bloody show and its desensitisation to violence? Kids unafraid of death or injury, content with the chance that they'd get big views and fame in exchange for mortal injury or being maimed by a goddamn crocodile? He'd have to bring that up next time at the activist meeting. Someone might have a better idea of the specifics. Nervously, he fiddled with his crucifix pendant. The idea of his mother being there with him in the moment, perhaps not in body but in spirit, comforted him a little. Looking up at her with some trust, Anthony hoped to God that Leah had some idea on what to do. Either that, or the alligator cops came soon.
“"Go fuck yourself, you bloody wank'r." The goth's friend yelled at him, accompanied with flipping the bird. Anthony closed his eyes and suppressed a deep sigh. Were they always like this? Was that a Cockney accent - actually, that didn't matter. What mattered was this dude's goddamn attitude. Anthony wasn't going to start anything - his moral code wouldn't be very stable if he punched some dude for insulting him, after all. He settled on flipping the stuck up prick a V sign. If he really was Cockney, he'd know what that meant, and if he wasn't, well, Anthony's glare would be enough to convey the meaning of the gesture. Flipping the V sign didn't seem to be as big in America as it was back in Hackney, but he knew enough kids watched British shows to maybe have some kinda understanding of their gestures and culture.
"Hey, hey! You can now run, Anthony! Uh.... And.... Leah!" Woo, well now he had an excuse to get out of here. Although, it would not be great if he ran and bailed while some dude got mauled by an alligator. But at the same time, he didn't really want to get attacked by an alligator. His dad was on duty right now, and the chances of his ambulance pulling up probably weren't small. Pausing, he weighed up the pros and cons of intervening. On the pro side, he'd have saved some dude from possibly getting attacked by alligator, and God would probably be pretty happy about that. Plus, his moral code would only be strengthened or something like that. On the con side, he might get attacked by an alligator, and it's possible that even after saving them from potential injury or death, the goth guys would be pissed enough to try and fight him because he ruined their TikTok video or some stupid bullshit. He was confident about being able to defend himself against one dude - kick them in the balls and run, as his father had taught him. But two? Two might be a little difficult. He was a lover, not a fighter. Hesitating for a second-
“Don't fucking stand there! Move, now!" Seth's sharp command broke him out of his stupor. Right, fuck it. The cops had guns, they could shoot the alligator or something. The day would be saved, and the dead alligator would be.... actually, what happened to dead alligators? Did they get like, cremated? Buried? Eaten? Whatever. He'd Google that when he got home. Right now, he elected to follow Leah. She seemed to have some kind of idea what to do when accosted by an alligator. "What the bloody 'ell are they doing? Jesus Christ..." He vented once they were out of sight. "Fuckin' video for the internet or some shit... Should, uh, should we try and stop him? I don't fink that would look good on our records, failing to save some fohking idiot from being eaten..."
Was this one of the side effects of that bloody show and its desensitisation to violence? Kids unafraid of death or injury, content with the chance that they'd get big views and fame in exchange for mortal injury or being maimed by a goddamn crocodile? He'd have to bring that up next time at the activist meeting. Someone might have a better idea of the specifics. Nervously, he fiddled with his crucifix pendant. The idea of his mother being there with him in the moment, perhaps not in body but in spirit, comforted him a little. Looking up at her with some trust, Anthony hoped to God that Leah had some idea on what to do. Either that, or the alligator cops came soon.
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Primrosette
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Al was now holding the guy's dog awkwardly in one arm/hand and he was still trying to focus the phone on what Beau was doing. He just hoped that the bloody idiot wasn't getting too much closer to the alligator. It could be still dangerous, right? "Well, fucking shit...." He muttered to himself and he sighed when Seth was trying to be the 'hero' for his blue-haired dummy of a best friend. He also smirked when Anthony gave him the V sign and he clicked his tongue as he watched the guy run off with that girl. Leah.... something-something...? Forgettable girl. At least to him.
Beau didn't even notice that Seth was right by his side at first and his heart was jumping on the inside like a startled bird getting scared by human footsteps. He was relieved to see that Anthony and Leah had gotten away to safety and now he was glancing at the alligator with a happy grin on his face.
"Shit, that was awesome-sauce!" He turned to look at Seth beside him and he gave him a friendly thumbsup. "Thanks for the help, buddy! You had my back! Sorry if uh.... We have the gator on our butts now. Hahaha!"
He winked at Seth unintentionally and he give him the signs of the double gun fingers.
"Crazy adventure, am I right?!" He beamed at him brightly and with an innocent stupidity was on his brain in that moment.
Beau didn't even notice that Seth was right by his side at first and his heart was jumping on the inside like a startled bird getting scared by human footsteps. He was relieved to see that Anthony and Leah had gotten away to safety and now he was glancing at the alligator with a happy grin on his face.
"Shit, that was awesome-sauce!" He turned to look at Seth beside him and he gave him a friendly thumbsup. "Thanks for the help, buddy! You had my back! Sorry if uh.... We have the gator on our butts now. Hahaha!"
He winked at Seth unintentionally and he give him the signs of the double gun fingers.
"Crazy adventure, am I right?!" He beamed at him brightly and with an innocent stupidity was on his brain in that moment.
Goddammit! This was not how his day was supposed to go! Walk the dog, let him shit someplace, go home and watch youtube. There, that was all he had to do.
Now he was gator wrangling with an idiot instead. All because he got involved.
The hairs on his neck stood up as the gator turned it's head towards them, all attention were on them as the gator hostages made their way out of there. Good, with Anthony and Leah out he had less people to worry about and hopefully they would get someone over here as fast as possible.
Now it was just Beau beside him. And Al, but judging by the yelling between him and Anthony likely not going to help much.
Which he shouldn't what with having his fucking dog in his arms.
Speaking of said idiot, Beau was talking to him, giving him gestures and all that. He could not tell if this was a play for the camera's or if Beau was as scared as he was at that moment, he did not look back to the camera or anything like that. Seth could only conclude that all of this was clearly just that - an adventure to him - not a potential life and death situation here.
"...Yeah, right." He muttered as he stared directly at the gator. Hands curled into fists as the staring contest between them continued, the sole of his right shoe rubbing against the ground as he unconciously moved it on the spot. If there was any movement from this thing, he was ready.
"Don't get any closer." He said as his left eye glanced over to Beau, swallowing before he continued.
"Someone's been feeding 'em." That was the only explanation in his mind for how it was getting so close, it was illegal to give them any food because of shit like this so it fucking figured someone would do it.
Now he was gator wrangling with an idiot instead. All because he got involved.
The hairs on his neck stood up as the gator turned it's head towards them, all attention were on them as the gator hostages made their way out of there. Good, with Anthony and Leah out he had less people to worry about and hopefully they would get someone over here as fast as possible.
Now it was just Beau beside him. And Al, but judging by the yelling between him and Anthony likely not going to help much.
Which he shouldn't what with having his fucking dog in his arms.
Speaking of said idiot, Beau was talking to him, giving him gestures and all that. He could not tell if this was a play for the camera's or if Beau was as scared as he was at that moment, he did not look back to the camera or anything like that. Seth could only conclude that all of this was clearly just that - an adventure to him - not a potential life and death situation here.
"...Yeah, right." He muttered as he stared directly at the gator. Hands curled into fists as the staring contest between them continued, the sole of his right shoe rubbing against the ground as he unconciously moved it on the spot. If there was any movement from this thing, he was ready.
"Don't get any closer." He said as his left eye glanced over to Beau, swallowing before he continued.
"Someone's been feeding 'em." That was the only explanation in his mind for how it was getting so close, it was illegal to give them any food because of shit like this so it fucking figured someone would do it.