OOC: Now even more people are chasing Ark
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IC: Ark heard some one yell after him. Ark, being someone who always replied (even if the person is not talking to him), yelled, "Can't talk right now! Running for my life!"
Taking a sharp right, Ark dove into a large room (Product Warehouse). Looking around he saw a semi-large low pipe, near a group of more pipes, near the wall in the shadows.
'Perfect!', he thought as he run, jumped, and grabbed onto the pipe. Swinging, he was able to hook his legs onto the group of pipes, right before the one he was holding broke. His unexpected momentum nearly caused him to fall, but he was able to use it to help him climb up on to the pipes.
He quickly looked at the broken pipe line, as soon as he could. 'Why does it even exist?' Ark thought as he found the pipe; no gushing air, no liquid pouring out, not even electrical wires were in it. Just a hollow pipe.
Still holding the broken pipe, he snapped out of his puzzlement, and tried to balance his weight on the few pipes. Getting nestled into the shadows, he waited, having a view of outside the room into the corridor. His tattoos had stop glowing completely, making him blend into the dark.