John Proudstar (apachetracker) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-12-24 02:29:00 |
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John was the type that just didn't do well being cooped up inside. He had spent most of his life enjoying the outdoors and just because his life had settled down here, he didn't want that aspect of it to change. But there was something that he did want to change; he needed to branch out and make friends outside of his own little circle. Oh he loved, Ellen, Lorna and Dawn more than anything in the world, but he also knew that having friends was an important part of a normal life. Or at least that was what he had always been told. He had spent most of his time the last several years fighting for his life, and the people he had fought with had became his family. But he didn't have much experience making friends under normal circumstances. So, when the woman had offered to have a snowball fight with him he had agreed, thinking that it was just the way things were done. He had dressed himself in jeans, a thick dark green sweater and black winter coat. He had managed to find a pair of matching black snow-boots the last time he went shopping, so those were the next thing that he threw on. His winter coat had a hood, so he simply put the required items for an outing into his pockets before grabbing the matching black snow gloves and sliding them on. Now that he was ready he made his way out the door and into the cold air. It was surprisingly pleasant; he had certainly been in colder and honestly it was just nice to be outdoors instead of cooped up in the apartment. There was a small part of him that felt a bit like a kid again, because of all of the snow. So, when he arrived early at the park he looked around and thought of something fun to do to pass the time. Finally he decided on something that he never would have imagined himself doing at this age. He was going to build a snowman. So, he picked the location and he set his mind on the task and began his play. He was surprised by how much he was actually enjoying himself; just allowing that side of him that had been buried for so long to finally come to the surface. He was doing something for no other reason than that it was fun. There was no agenda, no timeline and best of all no looking over his shoulder to see where the next attack was coming from. All of this led to him getting a little lost in the moment. |