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*shifty eyes*
Characters: Rusty and open
Setting: the courtyard, afternoon
After he'd read the part about Caroline being dead, (who he only vaguely knew as 'one of the people in the stocks yesterday') Rusty was in a somber mood. This place was already proving to be kind of messed up, to put it mildly, and he wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. Or, like, much else. He dinked around on his computer for most of the morning, and eventually decided that he should probably not become a hermit. It probably wouldn't work out well in the end for him.
So he went for a walk. Eventually, that brought him to block A, and he saw the stocks in the courtyard. After glancing around to be certain no one was really looking in his direction(something he wouldn't really have been able to tell either way) he went to the tool shed. There, he grabbed an armload of tools, and went to sit at the stocks. He started unscrewing the hardware of the mechanism, figuring maybe just dismantling them was the way to go. He wasn't Mr. Handy or anything, but he could work a screwdriver with the best of them.
Setting: the courtyard, afternoon
After he'd read the part about Caroline being dead, (who he only vaguely knew as 'one of the people in the stocks yesterday') Rusty was in a somber mood. This place was already proving to be kind of messed up, to put it mildly, and he wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. Or, like, much else. He dinked around on his computer for most of the morning, and eventually decided that he should probably not become a hermit. It probably wouldn't work out well in the end for him.
So he went for a walk. Eventually, that brought him to block A, and he saw the stocks in the courtyard. After glancing around to be certain no one was really looking in his direction(something he wouldn't really have been able to tell either way) he went to the tool shed. There, he grabbed an armload of tools, and went to sit at the stocks. He started unscrewing the hardware of the mechanism, figuring maybe just dismantling them was the way to go. He wasn't Mr. Handy or anything, but he could work a screwdriver with the best of them.