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Cosmic Orion
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Mrs. Langston had actually disturbed Vincent somewhat with the prevalence of her accent. They had not told him about her ahead of time when he signed on. Doubts started to cloud his mind in a rather judgmental fashion about just how well the dinosaurs were treat. Already there were armed men who were likely just a few of a well-armed security force and now there was a southern woman in charge of them.
Right after Matt had abandoned ship, or rather jeep, to get a better look at the dinosaurs Vincent was not too far behind. Totally ditching the car he had been sitting in with Kaito and a few others, the scarf lifted up into the wind with how fast he ran. Quite impressive given the designer clothes he wore had not been made with pursuing track and field in mind. Complete disregard seemed part of it as well since the threads were hardly something cheap. But most of all it showed his utter abandonment toward being around these majestic creatures from millions of years ago.
Pretty soon he had caught up to where Matt was due to flat out running and stood a few feet to the younger male's right. An audible sigh of excitement came from him. Now his heart pounded out of sheer joy just seeing them so close. In fact he was nearly a man possessed. . . tempted to actually attempt petting one of the Stegosaur. But at the same time his intellect restrained him. Plenty of incidents were recorded in the past of people just thinking they could touch anything without even the possibility of a violent reaction from the animal. Vincent was not about to give those two hired gunmen that worked here an even vaguely justified chance to kill one of them.
"I almost can't believe they're really here. . .or that we are. . ."
This was certainly different than his last encounter with a dinosaur. But then again that certainly had something to do with this not being a San Diego street gripped with panic and fear. Well, perhaps the lack of a T-Rex's presence also helped add to the positively magical feeling it gave him just to see the creatures walk. Yet the same fascination still gripped him all the way to the soul.
Right after Matt had abandoned ship, or rather jeep, to get a better look at the dinosaurs Vincent was not too far behind. Totally ditching the car he had been sitting in with Kaito and a few others, the scarf lifted up into the wind with how fast he ran. Quite impressive given the designer clothes he wore had not been made with pursuing track and field in mind. Complete disregard seemed part of it as well since the threads were hardly something cheap. But most of all it showed his utter abandonment toward being around these majestic creatures from millions of years ago.
Pretty soon he had caught up to where Matt was due to flat out running and stood a few feet to the younger male's right. An audible sigh of excitement came from him. Now his heart pounded out of sheer joy just seeing them so close. In fact he was nearly a man possessed. . . tempted to actually attempt petting one of the Stegosaur. But at the same time his intellect restrained him. Plenty of incidents were recorded in the past of people just thinking they could touch anything without even the possibility of a violent reaction from the animal. Vincent was not about to give those two hired gunmen that worked here an even vaguely justified chance to kill one of them.
"I almost can't believe they're really here. . .or that we are. . ."
This was certainly different than his last encounter with a dinosaur. But then again that certainly had something to do with this not being a San Diego street gripped with panic and fear. Well, perhaps the lack of a T-Rex's presence also helped add to the positively magical feeling it gave him just to see the creatures walk. Yet the same fascination still gripped him all the way to the soul.