[Jacob]

Mumbling to himself hurridly Tobias carefully pulled on his trousers. His hair was itchy and full of grease, annoying his scalp like some sort of small insect. A gasp escaped the Orkhids lips as he felt a twinge coming from his chest, looking down at his torso he ran a lone index finger down the middle. He had, had a close encounter with Death as it were, barely surviving the fall but also the Hunters that had tracked him down relentlessly. He shook these negative thoughts of the past from his head and proceeded to pull up his trousers, grabbing his belt he wrapped it around quickly and buckled it.

Tobias: "Shirt, shirt, shirt...where is it?"

He whispered these words, not wanting to alert anyone of what was going on. But he couldn't find this item of clothing and after 2 and abit minuites of checking finally gave up and began to put his boots on. After tying up the laces he snatched his Machete from the chair that it lay on, shoving it into the back of his trousers and quickly made a bee-line towards the door. His breathing seemed to slow down as he carefully twisted the door knob of his room and poked his head outside, noting that the coast was clear Tobias slowly made his way out into the hallway, passing all the other rooms that were available. And then he came to his old room, the room were he had been attacked. Taking a deep breath and attempting to walk past it to the stairwell Tobias had a flashback, the vision black and white but it was in 3D glory with immersive surround sound.

Hunter: "Kilik, kilik Tobiás!!"

His hand shot out and grabbed the wall, palm down, to steady himself. His eyes seemed to roll back to the back of his skull and he slowly dropped down to his knees. Snarling, trying to regain his composure and fight the vision.

Tobias: "F*ck you..."

He felt himself being propelled out of the window, feeling the wood shatter as his back made contact. Feeling random splinters enter his skin.
*Coughs
He finally escaped the re-inaction. Coughing wildly and hoarsly he doubled over. Both hands placed firmly on the wood surface as he spat up more blood. His nose was bleeding and his head hurt, he was feeling his essence drain out of him and his Elai could not keep producing more blood or internal tissue for long. He dabbed his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly made his way down the stairs snorting the blood back up his nose as he did so. Dizzyness had devoured him for this short amount of time and he was now forced to lean on the wall.
Now coming to the ground floor he scanned the area, breathing in the air that entered through the open windows. Tables and chairs were all arranged in a orderly fashion and he took a step towards the exit. He could see it clearly and made that the only thing that mattered. The cool breeze made goose-bumps form on his naked torso and arms. He brung a hand back to the rear of his pants and grasped the handle of the Machete. His fingers tensed firmly around the rubbery handle. His eyes locked straight ahead, his breathing seemed to halt for what seemed like hours as he watched the exit slowly draw closer. His legs going from wobbly to steady he made a final effort to break through the doorway, that he did.
Upon exiting his eyes went erratic, darting around the vicinity, checking to see if his hunters were anywhere to be seen. They weren't and quickly he submerged himself into the shadows...and then towards the forest.

(OOC: BLAH(!) By the by, a 'Elai' is basically the Orkhids internal Organ that allows them to regenerate to quickly. It produces black cells (Which is basically why the Orkhids blood is black) that go to the injuries and heal them.)