bound_bradford (bound_bradford) wrote in bound_rp, @ 2014-11-19 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | bradford maxwell, complete, one shot, private |
It's Cold Outside
Date: November 19, 2013
Time: 10:00pm
Location: Abandoned Warehouse
Character(s): Three
Description: Three realizes that he needs more than he has
Status: Private/Complete
Three had managed to find an abandoned building to make his home. He wasn't exactly planning to stay through the entire season but this was better than sleeping outdoors. One thing that he'd figured out was that he needed to get a blanket; the nights were starting to grow very cold and even with his escalated body temperature, he'd find himself shivering.
Yet, it had been a fairly productive day in the life of the runaway. He'd managed to scrounge up an empty metal garbage bin and he made sure to remove any liquids from it. Next, he set off to find recycling dumpsters, preferably with paper and cardboard. As the day progressed, he'd found himself out in the forest gathering wood that could be lit [on fire] easily and would take a bit to burn. His day was interrupted with a very small meal that he'd scrounged up with digging through trash bins. Still, his stomach was used to such meals and he could manage to go a couple days without any food, if necessary.
Still, he needed food to keep up the energy it would take to complete his task. Once he'd managed to get things back to 'his' place, he began to set up what would be his source of heat. He knew that he had to avoid having the fire barrel in a place that would lead to his discovery. To his luck, the place had what seemed to be a storage closet that had enough space for him to set up the barrel and where he could lay in, after moving a few things out of it. The only downfall would be having to keep the door slightly ajar to prevent himself from dying from smoke inhalation. He would just have to make sure to see how much light was visible from the outside, if at all. The part of town he was in didn't seem too popular but he wanted to keep himself out of the authorities radar.
It was already dark by the time he had managed to get a fire going and as he'd planned, the room was retaining heat. He would just have to try and stock up on fire supplies and he definitely would have to steal a lighter soon, or two, or three. Yet, this small victory pleased him and he settled onto the stack of cardboard boxes that he'd been using as a bed since he'd arrived. It wasn't a bed but it was comfier than the cold, hard ground, that was certain. Tomorrow's mission would be to find lighters and maybe a blanket, because he'd need them for when it got colder and even he wouldn't survive on just his body heat through the frigid nights. Still, he was content in his storage closet as he laid down, watching as the light from the fire danced on the walls, waiting for sleep to find him.