[ The entry just adds to the irregularities... But it's Neil's actions that prompt Alex's attention. His gaze notes the red Neil went to, and for a moment, wonders at cliches-- But it's far too bright for blood, either paint or some kind of sauce, maybe, dried and old.
Neil pulls at the shelving, the metal giving with a creak, and Alex moves to brace the other side. ]
Your inhuman strength.
[ Is the mutter as the shelving is moved away. The red trail was the end of a sentence, the words placed above a bright arrow pointing down. ]
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Neil pulls at the shelving, the metal giving with a creak, and Alex moves to brace the other side. ]
Your inhuman strength.
[ Is the mutter as the shelving is moved away. The red trail was the end of a sentence, the words placed above a bright arrow pointing down. ]