Arrived Alive
Who: Rook, Clay and Sophie Where: In the Field When: Crack of dawn on Day Twelve What: Rook is confused, half naked and covered in grass. Rating: PG-13 for language
The first thing that Rook noticed when he awoke was the breeze. It didn't carry the cold, sharp tang of winter, or the dryness of summer, and was strangely comforting compared to last night's heat wave. Eyes still closed, he turned on his side to reach for his watch...
Only to have his hands close on something that felt suspiciously like grass.
Sitting up sharply, the sun caught him by surprise, and he squinted at the light, rubbing at his face. By the time he caught his bearings, Rook was wide-eyed.
He was in a field of sorts, surrounded by mountains and forests and who knew what else. If this was some sort of dream, it was definitely one of his most ridiculous ones. Glancing down at himself, Rook frowned. Maybe this was the dream about waking up in a field naked, though thankfully, his subconscious had allowed him a pair of boxers. The training bandages on his hands seemed kind of pointless, but who knew when it came to the subconscious.
Slowly, he stood up, brushing bits of grass from his underwear. His mind must be putting a lot of energy into this vivid, realistic dream. Rook never knew he was this imaginative. None of the trees or mountains looked familiar, otherwise he might have suspected his mates for driving him out to the country and dumping him in some field. No, this was definitely some twisted nightmare from his imagination. He sighed, running a hand through his hair to get rid of more grass.
Rook knew he shouldn't have eaten that pizza just before sleeping.