How annoying could one day possibly be? Apparently very.
Ducking down one road after a next Noiz just couldn't seem to lose the person tailing him-- as soon as he thought they were gone, they'd be back again. By now he didn't even know the streets he was running along.
His cheek was coated in a thin layer of crimson, knuckles in much the same state, lip split above one of his piercings. Not that he particularly cared-- it wasn't as if he could feel it, but it was incredibly annoying to have that taste lingering on his tongue, to feel his head spinning despite the fact that he couldn't feel the pain of his body.
By now he was at the end of his tether with agitation, leaving him to glance at the door as he ran past several buildings-- they all looked somewhat alike in strength, and they certainly didn't look like anything he couldn't break down. Before the person could catch onto his trail again, Noiz made a split second decision to turn to his left, shoulder slamming into the door of someone's home. He didn't care about the consequences of intrusion; it wasn't anything he couldn't simply ignore or walk away from later.
Door giving way with a second slam of his shoulder, he'd swung it shut behind him, using the chain rather than the actual lock considering his force in opening it had caused it to splinter. As long as it looked shut from the outside there wouldn't be a problem.
Panting heavily he'd leaned his back against the door, heel of his palm wiping blood from his cheek.
"Tch..." No doubt he'd be interrupted in his refuge-seeking soon enough.
