Off The Pages | Closed Starter | Cole || Scotta
Scotta wasn’t sure how exactly she had been caught this time of all the times she had snuck onto the Isle. She had always been so careful before, but this time she had somehow been caught out and was in the process of running from a group of VKs who seemed intent on hunting her down like bloodhounds after a fox.
It was at this very moment that she was glad that she worked out so much, although it did give her an indication that she needed to improve on her cardio. Not that it would matter if she was caught, but the mundane thoughts kept her from panicking too much about the situation at hand. But she did notice when she was running out of steam, and knew that it would be safer to find a hiding spot to duck into than try to outrun these kids on their own turf. Not that she imagined it would be easy to find a good hiding spot either, for that very reason.
Still, she seemed to lose them for a brief moment when she dove around a corner and, noticing a small gap in a sheet of old metal, was glad for her small stature for a moment as she was able to squeeze through, although barely.
Quickly side stepping away from the hole in case they spotted her through it, Scotta leaned against a nearby wall to try and catch her breath.