Jace and OPEN
There was a surreal-ness to being in the middle of a prison courtyard with a bunch of costumed people. To Jace it felt like something that would have been in the movies. It was even weirder when the zombies were taken into account. It was easy to forget about the real danger inside the walls of their safe compound.
But it was also fun as hell. They could do shit like laser tag and parties without worrying about party crashers of the undead cannibalistic variety. Opportunities like that made up for the long stretch after the outbreak broke out where he’d forgotten most of the things he’d used to do, when it was more about making sure he saw the next day. He’d taken full advantage of the night though, and tried to garner an audience any way he could. The best part was he didn’t have to be the one worrying about the booze; it was almost like a day off.
He’d set up court near the bonfire, doing card tricks for some of the younger kids, occasionally showing one of them how to do the same thing, because he’d didn’t see why he shouldn’t teach them how to do it, even if it gave away his secrets. “The trick is to get ‘em paying attention to something else while you’re doing the real hard part,” he told one kid who looked like he was about twelve. It was the same philosophy for picking pockets too, but hey, the kid didn’t need to know that part. He didn’t want to be the one unwittingly creating an army of prepubescent thieves; their code probably wouldn’t match his, since he usually gave most of the stuff he thieved back.
“And hey, maybe if you ask real nice I’ll do the fire-breathing thing,” he added, grinning at his little audience. He’d only ever done it a couple of times because a friend of his in the city had known how and taught him, but it could be fun to try again. He was 99.9% sure that he could manage it without injury to anyone.