[Shiny]

No, Micah wasn't waiting for the boy with the different colored eyes. He was waiting for an opportunity to strike. That was all. Absently, he smoothed over the furrows in the dirt, erasing the only real sign of his presence. This place was too guarded; it was beginning to look like he'd have to resort to catching some animal for the blood. Nasty stuff, but the alternative was growing weaker. That wouldn't help things at all. Standing up, Micah brushed his hands off on his jeans, leaving behind a streak of dirt to match the rest of the dirt and grime on his clothes.

A movement from the guard station caught his attention and he cursed under his breath, but it was only one of them leaving, no doubt to the restroom. That left one... the one with the orange eyes. Micah frowned. When did he become a guard? Hm, but he was alone so Micah could take him. Then again, getting hit by bullets stung like hell. He'd rather not do that. Oops. Too late.

The guard boy was heading this way. A moment of indecision had him rooted to the spot a moment too long. Without a doubt, the kid was sure to have seen him clearly enough. Micah slipped deeper into the forest, waiting for the boy to come after him. It'd be easier for him to get the drop on him and hopefully avoid being shot in the process.