29 January 2012 @ 09:48 am
action a •
[ Now here’s a Kid who doesn’t have a care in the world. And why should he? It’s just another perfect day in good ol’ Mayfield. There’s nothing to worry about here. Nothing at all. And his smile shows just how swell everything really is.
In fact, he’s taking a stroll through town, twirling a bat in his hand. Seems like he’s trying to find someone who might want to take advantage of such a great day like today! ]
Afternoon! Up to a game of ball?
action b •
[ And then here’s a Kid who can’t be bothered to slow down. And why should he? There was someone out there, following him. Every move he made, every step he took, they were there, watching. Their presence continually lingered in the back of his mind, putting him more and more into an anxious state.
He has to get away. Somehow, someway, he just has to. Baseball bat in hand, his pace quickens as he walks around town, only stopping to look over his shoulder with a hand rubbing his neck. Kid’s more than ready to confront any that try to sneak up on him, should it come to that. ]
16 January 2012 @ 07:26 pm
( arrival. )
action • throughout town • all day
[ It takes a while for the Kid to finally move from the house onto bigger territory. After everything he saw in there, he couldn’t imagine what outside held for him. But there’s no denying that he spent some time digging for warmer clothing, too. He saw too much snow not to. But little details like that aren’t what’s important. What’s important is finding out what he got himself into. Kid might not be one for detective work, but he had to do it. It was like a scouting expedition, except this time it was for information.
Just his luck though, every person he managed to find had nothing to give him save for a hair ruffle and a smile that looked anything but natural. Kid couldn’t help but feel his sense of urgency rise after each response. He puts more speed into his step, looking more at what’s around him than what’s in front, which leads to only one thing: a nasty crash with someone that might as well be you. ]
... Excuse me.
phone • late evening
[ Takes a while for the Kid to find his way back. Rather hard to know up from down when it all looks the same. But he finds a way. Always does. Shame it left him cold and hungry, though.
But he didn’t bother with any of that yet. His mind focused in on the phone sitting right there in plain view. Out of everything he took in and learned today, that little device stuck right out. It was going to serve him well in the future he was told; might as well get used to it.
Kid goes on to pick it up, then asks, short and sweet: ]
Is there really no way out?