[The second day of work north of the hospital starts well enough. It's actually not too awful outside, and the crew he's working with (all locals) are actually pretty nice guys. No one makes him talk too much, they just let him carry and dig and load trucks. The manual labor helps keep him from getting too tense, too worried about just what's going on in this town, lets him believe that once they finish the mission, Warren and the others will come back for him. He doesn't know where they are, doesn't have any way of reaching them, so all he can do is wait. It helps to have something to do to fill his time.
The morning goes by fast, but around noon he starts to notice the sky. Some of the other men grumble, and they call it a day in the late afternoon, a couple hours early. He heads into town to pick up dinner on his way home, sure he'll make it in time, but the sky apparently has other plans as he's not even a block into Main Street before it opens up completely. Making a mad dash for the nearest shop overhang, 10K leans back against the facade, hands wiping rain from his face, when he hears the first scream. Head whipping around, he tries to locate the source, and when he hears another body step out of the shop, he looks to them for confirmation.]
Did you hear that?
[He barely waits for an answer. The second scream comes, and he bolts straight towards the sound coming from the woods, hand reaching to the pocket of his coat for a weapon.]
[3/17]
[In hindsight, running around outdoors in the middle of a hailstorm has not been one of his brighter ideas. Neither was running towards the horrible screaming coming from the woods, but hey. Honestly, the bruises hurt more today.
10K still goes to work at the construction site, toughing it out and brushing off the few concerned questions from the older men working with him, and it isn't til 6 or so that he makes his way over to the festival he'd seen them setting up this morning, looking for food and maybe some sign of what the night before had been all about. Feel free to find him stuffing his face, a violet-green bruise on his forehead peeking out from under spiky bangs, or maybe having a drink or two. While he's still 19, he acts old enough and has been working around town long enough that most of the locals forget he's still technically not old enough--and either way he's not exactly flaunting the cup in his hand. Although he might ask you what you're having--better than going to the hospital for painkillers, right?]
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[Feel free to hit me with other scenarios, I'm open!]
10K, 16th and 17th, open prompts (small amounts covert underage drinking?)
[The second day of work north of the hospital starts well enough. It's actually not too awful outside, and the crew he's working with (all locals) are actually pretty nice guys. No one makes him talk too much, they just let him carry and dig and load trucks. The manual labor helps keep him from getting too tense, too worried about just what's going on in this town, lets him believe that once they finish the mission, Warren and the others will come back for him. He doesn't know where they are, doesn't have any way of reaching them, so all he can do is wait. It helps to have something to do to fill his time.
The morning goes by fast, but around noon he starts to notice the sky. Some of the other men grumble, and they call it a day in the late afternoon, a couple hours early. He heads into town to pick up dinner on his way home, sure he'll make it in time, but the sky apparently has other plans as he's not even a block into Main Street before it opens up completely. Making a mad dash for the nearest shop overhang, 10K leans back against the facade, hands wiping rain from his face, when he hears the first scream. Head whipping around, he tries to locate the source, and when he hears another body step out of the shop, he looks to them for confirmation.]
Did you hear that?
[He barely waits for an answer. The second scream comes, and he bolts straight towards the sound coming from the woods, hand reaching to the pocket of his coat for a weapon.]
[3/17]
[In hindsight, running around outdoors in the middle of a hailstorm has not been one of his brighter ideas. Neither was running towards the horrible screaming coming from the woods, but hey. Honestly, the bruises hurt more today.
10K still goes to work at the construction site, toughing it out and brushing off the few concerned questions from the older men working with him, and it isn't til 6 or so that he makes his way over to the festival he'd seen them setting up this morning, looking for food and maybe some sign of what the night before had been all about. Feel free to find him stuffing his face, a violet-green bruise on his forehead peeking out from under spiky bangs, or maybe having a drink or two. While he's still 19, he acts old enough and has been working around town long enough that most of the locals forget he's still technically not old enough--and either way he's not exactly flaunting the cup in his hand. Although he might ask you what you're having--better than going to the hospital for painkillers, right?]
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[Feel free to hit me with other scenarios, I'm open!]