Disclaimer: I don't own joshers and I've never been to New York, I'm not familiar with LA or any movie sets so 4give me if I get it wrong. Please no flames, I write for audiences who will enjoy. If u don't enjoy, then leave and don't complain.
He ran with all his might. Not daring to look behind him, for that would be suicide. He would lose speed and run the risk of being blinded by the flashing lights. Then he saw his chance. He was coming upon a crowd that hadn't noticed him just yet; just beyond them was the entrance to an alleyway. If timed everything just right, he'd have the perfect escape. He should be able to lose his followers for a couple seconds, just enough time to allow him to disappear down the alley, undetected. And...NOW! He let himself be sucked into the crowd, ducking so his height wouldn't give him away.
He could hear confusion mounting among the crazed voices of his followers. He smiled, as his long legs led him in a sharp turn to his right. Racing down the alley and behind the buildings. He then stopped momentarily to catch his breath. It was his best getaway yet. He then banged his fists on the nearest door. He knew that although he had lost them, it wouldn't be long before they discovered his whereabouts. He behind himself desperately before he heard a voice from the other side of the door-
"Hold your horses, I'm coming..." The door opened to reveal a young and tired, but smiling woman. She had a swollen black eye and her hair, which was probably neat at the beginning of the day, had long since fallen to messy strands. She was a waitress, according to her apron, for some small café. Her southern accent indicated she wasn't a LA native.
He ran with all his might. Not daring to look behind him, for that would be suicide. He would lose speed and run the risk of being blinded by the flashing lights. Then he saw his chance. He was coming upon a crowd that hadn't noticed him just yet; just beyond them was the entrance to an alleyway. If timed everything just right, he'd have the perfect escape. He should be able to lose his followers for a couple seconds, just enough time to allow him to disappear down the alley, undetected. And...NOW! He let himself be sucked into the crowd, ducking so his height wouldn't give him away.
He could hear confusion mounting among the crazed voices of his followers. He smiled, as his long legs led him in a sharp turn to his right. Racing down the alley and behind the buildings. He then stopped momentarily to catch his breath. It was his best getaway yet. He then banged his fists on the nearest door. He knew that although he had lost them, it wouldn't be long before they discovered his whereabouts. He behind himself desperately before he heard a voice from the other side of the door-
"Hold your horses, I'm coming..." The door opened to reveal a young and tired, but smiling woman. She had a swollen black eye and her hair, which was probably neat at the beginning of the day, had long since fallen to messy strands. She was a waitress, according to her apron, for some small café. Her southern accent indicated she wasn't a LA native.