His desire had been to get away with at least some rope. Anything extra was icing. He had been two strides in running towards the fountain when he realized that wish fulfillment was not worth the chance (a much greater than slim chance, unfortunately) of death. He stopped himself and surveyed his other options. There was always someone who in their eyes he'd look like a fool no matter what he did. It was his objective to prove them wrong.
Danger waited no matter which direction he were to choose. The difference was the risk/reward between them. If he had greater upper body strength and climbing was an option, the swamp could have been a good choice. Whatever waited there would be predator to whoever searched for prey there. Chances were he couldn't outclimb whatever mutated swamp-dwelling creatures they had though.
Gift shop was a predictable choice, too predictable, and probably home to baited traps for those who thought it was safest. Paranoia was his friend here, up to the moment it could tear him apart, but maybe paranoia wasn't the right word and vigilance was more appropriate.
So cages or "exotic" animal tanks remained, both equal risk with a potential for survival. He knew enough about the native species he was familiar with to improvise around the possible outcomes of whatever genetic and behavioral manipulation could have been done to snakes, lions, scorpions, or whatever else awaited him.
However, if he did chance the swamp, he could fashion rope from vines... There were less chances of finding items that could be useful in the cages or tank areas. Useful items, who was he kidding, this was a zoo.
Metaphorically and literally. Ha.
He wasn't doing himself any favors just standing in the wide open while people acquired weapons though, even if some were far more occupied with themselves to care what everyone else was doing at this moment of panic and greed.
He'd take his chances with the path closest to him at this point. Looks like he was taking... a trip to the pound. [yeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh]
[[I am so ridiculously sorry about how long this is but uh,, Eddie is kind of a thinking character. I promise everything with him won't be as long.]]
Edward Nygma ⸮ DCnU ⸮ Tribute
His desire had been to get away with at least some rope. Anything extra was icing. He had been two strides in running towards the fountain when he realized that wish fulfillment was not worth the chance (a much greater than slim chance, unfortunately) of death. He stopped himself and surveyed his other options. There was always someone who in their eyes he'd look like a fool no matter what he did. It was his objective to prove them wrong.
Danger waited no matter which direction he were to choose. The difference was the risk/reward between them. If he had greater upper body strength and climbing was an option, the swamp could have been a good choice. Whatever waited there would be predator to whoever searched for prey there. Chances were he couldn't outclimb whatever mutated swamp-dwelling creatures they had though.
Gift shop was a predictable choice, too predictable, and probably home to baited traps for those who thought it was safest. Paranoia was his friend here, up to the moment it could tear him apart, but maybe paranoia wasn't the right word and vigilance was more appropriate.
So cages or "exotic" animal tanks remained, both equal risk with a potential for survival. He knew enough about the native species he was familiar with to improvise around the possible outcomes of whatever genetic and behavioral manipulation could have been done to snakes, lions, scorpions, or whatever else awaited him.
However, if he did chance the swamp, he could fashion rope from vines... There were less chances of finding items that could be useful in the cages or tank areas. Useful items, who was he kidding, this was a zoo.
Metaphorically and literally. Ha.
He wasn't doing himself any favors just standing in the wide open while people acquired weapons though, even if some were far more occupied with themselves to care what everyone else was doing at this moment of panic and greed.
He'd take his chances with the path closest to him at this point. Looks like he was taking... a trip to the pound. [yeaaaaaaaahhhhhhh]
[[I am so ridiculously sorry about how long this is but uh,, Eddie is kind of a thinking character. I promise everything with him won't be as long.]]