Who: Fred Burkle and Open What: Creating a tiny cave underneath the complex kitchen table being nervous and eating nachos Where: The complex’s kitchen When: Early evening, present day
Fred was very inconspicuous at present. In fact, several people had walked into the complex’s kitchen seemingly not even knowing that she was there. This might have been because she was huddled underneath a table, sitting Indian style with a small bowl of nachos. She took tiny little nibbles from each nacho, looking a little bit like a rodent in her mannerisms.
She missed the sewer tunnels that existed below Los Angeles. She could wander them freely and still feel the same safety that seemed to come with caves. Sitting underneath the kitchen table seemed to be the best way to duplicate that close feeling.
Lawrence in general had Fred stressed out a great deal. There were so many things that went without rational explanations and reason was the only thing that kept Fred stable and calm. The experience with Lust had been awful. More appropriately, it had been wonderful in the moment, but awful when she’d come to her senses and realized what she’d done and with who. Now people had gone missing. She would have liked to be useful in this kind of situation, but what did she have to offer? Maybe just the added manpower one more average person could give, but nothing extraordinary. She had no special powers or enhanced senses. Truthfully it made her feel a little guilty and the guilt made her retreat even further. Tucking her knees closer to her chest she went back to nibbling at her delicious nachos.