Scotch (_scotch) wrote in devils_tower, @ 2011-01-24 09:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | open, scotch |
Week Twenty Two - Thursday
Who: Scotch and ??? (OPEN)
What: Scotch finally ventures out properly by himself...
When: late morning/early Afternoon
Where: Trading Post
Rating: PG?
Status: In Progress/Open
It had been several days since his birthday, and after some long talks with Shine, Scotch had decided to venture out on his own. Shine was looking after the kids for the day.
He knew he should have, properly, done it sooner but every time he had even thought about it he had felt twitchy and just wanted to become even more like a recluse. He had kind of liked it just being him, Shine and the kids, without having to try and talk or interact with other people... but even with his screwed up and fragile mental state, Scotch knew it wasn't healthy or practical.
It had started small, exploring the Carrion's territory and getting to know the layout. At first with either Shine and/or one or both of the kids tagging along but eventually by himself... at least, he was finally over his unease with the hospital now. He found himself liking the junkyard and wondered if - he put his mind to it - he could perhaps find something there to keep himself occupied... who knew. He had even started drawing again, thanks to the birthday present Shine had got him.
But today... Today was different. He had ventured outside the territory a few times with Shine - either alone or with the kids in tow - but this was the first time he had gone out by himself. And wasn't the niggling feeling in the back of his mind and his paranoia making him aware of that fact. He even thought he might have been a bit twitchy.
Scotch didn't mean to end up at the Trading Post, not really... he hadn't actually had an idea of where he was going but had ended up there anyway. Maybe it was because he had been there a few times already. Whatever the reason, he had bypassed the stalls and settled at the base of a tree. The, somewhat, haphazardly put together sketchbook, Shine had given him, resting on his bent knees and he absently started to sketch the view in front of him.