Setting the Story Straight (open)
Jan 13, 2024 21:54:38 GMT -5
Post by Ernesto de la Cruz on Jan 13, 2024 21:54:38 GMT -5
Ernesto was thrilled.
He was in the parks, still, but that mattered less to him than the fact that Héctor was gone.
He had no knowledge of how or why it had happened, and he really didn't know when, but he knew that his decrepit enemy was well and truly gone. Ernesto was elated.
The broad-shouldered skeleton knew that now was the time to convince others that Héctor was the liar, not him. Unfortunately, finding the right people to convince, the ones that mattered and might believe his words, was easier said than done. He needed to find those that were trapped here like he was. The tourists who could leave at will refused to believe him, saying they had seen Coco, Héctor's daughter, and they knew the truth. Which Ernesto found odd; Coco had been so young when Héctor got food poisoning from that chorizo and died.
Unless Coco was in the parks and had been telling people that Ernesto was a villain? He supposed it was possible. To be honest, once he'd learned that Héctor was in the parks, his focus had been on counteracting anything the thinner skeleton might have told people(like the truth). He vaguely recalled hearing that Imelda was in the parks too, but after that his attention on learning of other arrivals had halted. He recalled all too well how troublesome Imelda could be.
Ernesto's four chihuahuas were with him, as they often were. Fiesta rested in Ernesto's left elbow. Jorge trotted by Ernesto's left ankle, with Pedro mirroring on the right. Alma led the way, occasionally glancing back to her master to make sure she was going where he wanted.
De la Cruz knew that he wanted to tell people that Héctor was a liar, but he still didn't know with whom to start. He kept an eye out, watching the people around him, wondering if there was some indicator of who was trapped and who was a tourist.
He was in the parks, still, but that mattered less to him than the fact that Héctor was gone.
He had no knowledge of how or why it had happened, and he really didn't know when, but he knew that his decrepit enemy was well and truly gone. Ernesto was elated.
The broad-shouldered skeleton knew that now was the time to convince others that Héctor was the liar, not him. Unfortunately, finding the right people to convince, the ones that mattered and might believe his words, was easier said than done. He needed to find those that were trapped here like he was. The tourists who could leave at will refused to believe him, saying they had seen Coco, Héctor's daughter, and they knew the truth. Which Ernesto found odd; Coco had been so young when Héctor got food poisoning from that chorizo and died.
Unless Coco was in the parks and had been telling people that Ernesto was a villain? He supposed it was possible. To be honest, once he'd learned that Héctor was in the parks, his focus had been on counteracting anything the thinner skeleton might have told people
Ernesto's four chihuahuas were with him, as they often were. Fiesta rested in Ernesto's left elbow. Jorge trotted by Ernesto's left ankle, with Pedro mirroring on the right. Alma led the way, occasionally glancing back to her master to make sure she was going where he wanted.
De la Cruz knew that he wanted to tell people that Héctor was a liar, but he still didn't know with whom to start. He kept an eye out, watching the people around him, wondering if there was some indicator of who was trapped and who was a tourist.