Monday: Creepy Cave Adventure
Who: Torin and Sam
When: 2 p.m.
Where: the high school parking lot, then Stonehenge and the caves
At least Torin's elemental gifts had come back. He'd expected a miserable day indeed if they hadn't. Despite the fact that there was nothing on regular TV except the local news stations reporting on the high school, the Baptist church and the Mayor's home all burning the night before, and the Quik-Stop being held up-- hell, those reporters were practically jizzing in their pants over it all-- at least there were a ton of satellite stations, and he hadn't spent that much time checking out the news reports. He had the basic facts, and that was all he cared about. He wondered if Sam Boesch would show for their 2 p.m. arranged meeting. Well, he'd set it for the high school parking lot, and if nothing else, he could see the damage for himself up close.
He set off for the school at a quarter til, sunglasses on and his uncontrollable hair blowing in the breeze, determined to stay chill about this. He was going to show Sam the fucked-up stuff that was in the caves near Stonehenge, to prove he hadn't been pulling bullshit out of his ass when they'd talked the other day, and that was it. And Sam had better hold to his agreement not to shove that fucking camera in his face, too. He made the short drive in record time and pulled into the far parking lot, turning off the engine and getting out to lean against his car and stare at the heavily damaged brick building. It looked as if the gym and the Science Wing had taken the heaviest hits, he thought as he waited.
( Also? I know the truth about Candy Mountain. You're not getting my kidney. )
When: 2 p.m.
Where: the high school parking lot, then Stonehenge and the caves
At least Torin's elemental gifts had come back. He'd expected a miserable day indeed if they hadn't. Despite the fact that there was nothing on regular TV except the local news stations reporting on the high school, the Baptist church and the Mayor's home all burning the night before, and the Quik-Stop being held up-- hell, those reporters were practically jizzing in their pants over it all-- at least there were a ton of satellite stations, and he hadn't spent that much time checking out the news reports. He had the basic facts, and that was all he cared about. He wondered if Sam Boesch would show for their 2 p.m. arranged meeting. Well, he'd set it for the high school parking lot, and if nothing else, he could see the damage for himself up close.
He set off for the school at a quarter til, sunglasses on and his uncontrollable hair blowing in the breeze, determined to stay chill about this. He was going to show Sam the fucked-up stuff that was in the caves near Stonehenge, to prove he hadn't been pulling bullshit out of his ass when they'd talked the other day, and that was it. And Sam had better hold to his agreement not to shove that fucking camera in his face, too. He made the short drive in record time and pulled into the far parking lot, turning off the engine and getting out to lean against his car and stare at the heavily damaged brick building. It looked as if the gym and the Science Wing had taken the heaviest hits, he thought as he waited.
( Also? I know the truth about Candy Mountain. You're not getting my kidney. )