[ somewhat surprisingly, thomas hasn't abandoned his assigned job just yet, though that probably has something to do with the fact that he's only allowed to fish when it's raining, and fortunately for him, it doesn't actually rain that often. if anything, the weather restrictions just leave him with more time to explore the city, committing different pathways and shortcuts to memory.
it's still somewhat early in the day, while thomas is on his way back home from dropping off his catch with food prep, that the dust storm blows through, and in the middle of the rain no less. thomas gets caught up in it, a little bit unprepared, but there isn't much he can do about it aside from finding shelter, and right now, he's not really anywhere close to somewhere he can dip inside to get out of the storm.
he keeps his free arm pressed to his nose and mouth, breathing through the sleeve of his jumpsuit for now, his eyes narrowed against the strange mix of dust and rain. last time he encountered the dust, he temporarily lost his ability to see most things in color, so he doesn't trust it now, either. with his fishing pole in his other hand, he makes his way through the city as swiftly as he can, his vision partially obscured by the wind and the rain and the dust.
it's as he's passing another path that veers off a bit to the left of the one he's currently on that he hears an unfamiliar voice cry out, desperate and out of place and slightly alarming if only for the fact that if he can hear it, then there's a small chance the sound eaters could hear it too, even over the rain. thomas stops abruptly, backtracking a few steps and squinting through the rain.
what he finds is a young girl, maybe about his age, fighting off an attacker. she shoves her opponent to the ground and then turns and takes off, and for a moment, thomas thinks that's it, but then the man gets up and pursues her and thomas doesn't hesitate. he drops his pole and takes a few quick steps before he breaks out into a run, and then a sprint after her attacker. ]
Hey! Hey, leave her alone!
[ it would seem that he's tossed all concerns about being quiet to the wind for the moment, which might be a bit careless on thomas' part, but he's always been a bit reckless.
thomas wasn't made a runner back in the glade for nothing. he's quick on his feet, even through the damp sand, and soon, he's tackling her assailant to the ground from behind. the man struggles underneath thomas, managing to twist himself around so he can throw a few punches, a couple of which make contact, but thomas is unfazed, landing a few decently-placed hits of his own. unfortunately, he takes a particularly hard punch to the jaw and it's enough to knock him backwards off of the man and into the sand, where, for a few moments, the both of them lie slightly dazed. ]
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it's still somewhat early in the day, while thomas is on his way back home from dropping off his catch with food prep, that the dust storm blows through, and in the middle of the rain no less. thomas gets caught up in it, a little bit unprepared, but there isn't much he can do about it aside from finding shelter, and right now, he's not really anywhere close to somewhere he can dip inside to get out of the storm.
he keeps his free arm pressed to his nose and mouth, breathing through the sleeve of his jumpsuit for now, his eyes narrowed against the strange mix of dust and rain. last time he encountered the dust, he temporarily lost his ability to see most things in color, so he doesn't trust it now, either. with his fishing pole in his other hand, he makes his way through the city as swiftly as he can, his vision partially obscured by the wind and the rain and the dust.
it's as he's passing another path that veers off a bit to the left of the one he's currently on that he hears an unfamiliar voice cry out, desperate and out of place and slightly alarming if only for the fact that if he can hear it, then there's a small chance the sound eaters could hear it too, even over the rain. thomas stops abruptly, backtracking a few steps and squinting through the rain.
what he finds is a young girl, maybe about his age, fighting off an attacker. she shoves her opponent to the ground and then turns and takes off, and for a moment, thomas thinks that's it, but then the man gets up and pursues her and thomas doesn't hesitate. he drops his pole and takes a few quick steps before he breaks out into a run, and then a sprint after her attacker. ]
Hey! Hey, leave her alone!
[ it would seem that he's tossed all concerns about being quiet to the wind for the moment, which might be a bit careless on thomas' part, but he's always been a bit reckless.
thomas wasn't made a runner back in the glade for nothing. he's quick on his feet, even through the damp sand, and soon, he's tackling her assailant to the ground from behind. the man struggles underneath thomas, managing to twist himself around so he can throw a few punches, a couple of which make contact, but thomas is unfazed, landing a few decently-placed hits of his own. unfortunately, he takes a particularly hard punch to the jaw and it's enough to knock him backwards off of the man and into the sand, where, for a few moments, the both of them lie slightly dazed. ]