Kelly Severide (squad3ssamurai) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2014-03-09 16:20:00 |
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Kelly had made a few friends in this new place, but he still wished he was back home. At least there he knew more about what was expected of him. At home he knew everyone, knew his routine but the truth was he knew he could learn that here as well. He wanted to do it, but he didn't like the idea of it. He shouldn't have to get used to a new world. He wanted to go back to his own, with his friends and family. Of course it was just his luck that it didn't seem likely that he would any time soon. At the moment he decided to go hunt himself a spot to hide and drink. He wanted to forget his worries for the moment, because clearly he wasn't getting anywhere with them. He had a bottle of whiskey stashed in his jacket as he walked along the paths of the camp, trying to get close enough to the edge that he could find somewhere to hide. Sure it was cowardly to hide, but at the moment he really didn't feel like being bothered....at least not by a big crowd. He found a tree near the edge of the camp and took a seat underneath it. He took one last look to make sure there wasn't anyone around and then he pulled out the bottle of whiskey. He opened the cap and took a long swig right off the bat. It burned going down, but it was the best kind of burn. He put the bottle down, looking around again. It was nice and quiet and within a few moment he had managed to pass out. Eventually he came to. He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but when he looked around he realized it must have been a while because the sun had started to go down. He looked over beside him and saw the bottle still sitting there. Only one sip had been taken out of it and he shook his head slightly. He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep. He was just glad no one had came this way and stumbled across him. |