[center][color=f7976a][h1][b]Elron A. Prescott[/b][/h1][/color]
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Elron haden't run like this for a while, it isn't usual you are finding yourself on the turn tail to run away from horror. Well unless you're afflicted you're facing it, maybe that's why Penny stood her ground? He's glad someone did follow him, ironically it was Stacey who he had misjudgingly berated just a few minutes prior. Funny how life works like that he ran into the back where the Kitchen was the whole place looked clean and barely used like people use to work here but never showed up but the janitor was like still on call. Yea, on call. With Stacey at the back he got to the fire door as he closed the ground to the elusive exit.

[color=f7976a]"Incorporeal being, not sure of this one's function but it looks like it wants someone as a snack. Nothing my skill set can do, I'm not afflicted. Best we can do is run, maybe lose it but enough talk.[/color] He kicked open the fire door as it swung open with a [i]woosh[/i] he stepped out quickly into the dark alleyway that connected to the side of the diner like a umbicilal cord to a baby. He held the door open so Stacey could run out and hopefully anymore college-aged women that decided to come out the back. Though in reality he'd only be waiting about 20-30 seconds then he was going to start running with Stacey.

His mind went back to Penny, that bitch. She was tough like an old man serving a life sentence, she'd survive and then they'd back to square one maybe with a dash of infighting once again. [/center]