[Even if Stan wasn't so focused on trying to chew his way to safety, he never would have seen this coming. He yelps as metal slices above him, curling in on himself as though he's expecting to be cut or stabbed along with it.
But...nothing like that happens. He wiggles again, testing to see just how much he can move. The second it becomes apparent that the trunk is open, Stan twists and pops up, taking a huge gasp of air as if he'd been drowning. He breathes and breathes and breathes, and before anyone can stop him he flails his way out of trunk, landing face first and then inching until his feet fall down to the ground as well.
He's trying to untie himself now, something he seems a little too experienced in. There's a mat of dried blood on the back of his head and stuck to his mullet, and another in his side that hurts like a son of a bitch, but can't be that bad because it's not bleeding anymore. Frankly he probably shouldn't be moving as much as he is, if Odile would like to help.
The scenery outside of the trunk starts to fade into view....sort of. At first it's just the car - an old white Cadillac with the trunk cut open like a can. Then a faint outline of a building in the middle of a desert, with tanks for cars to pull up to. That never fully materializes though, just a vague thought of where he might have been. Every blank gap in the setting starts to fill in with electric blue flames, blue flickering for miles and miles and casting them both in cold light. None of it hurts though; there's no heat to any of the fire.]
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But...nothing like that happens. He wiggles again, testing to see just how much he can move. The second it becomes apparent that the trunk is open, Stan twists and pops up, taking a huge gasp of air as if he'd been drowning. He breathes and breathes and breathes, and before anyone can stop him he flails his way out of trunk, landing face first and then inching until his feet fall down to the ground as well.
He's trying to untie himself now, something he seems a little too experienced in. There's a mat of dried blood on the back of his head and stuck to his mullet, and another in his side that hurts like a son of a bitch, but can't be that bad because it's not bleeding anymore. Frankly he probably shouldn't be moving as much as he is, if Odile would like to help.
The scenery outside of the trunk starts to fade into view....sort of. At first it's just the car - an old white Cadillac with the trunk cut open like a can. Then a faint outline of a building in the middle of a desert, with tanks for cars to pull up to. That never fully materializes though, just a vague thought of where he might have been. Every blank gap in the setting starts to fill in with electric blue flames, blue flickering for miles and miles and casting them both in cold light. None of it hurts though; there's no heat to any of the fire.]