[wb] Who: Robert Baker + Emily Welling What: Picnic. Yep. When: Early afternoon of Sunday, 2013 December 1 Where: You see that patch of grass in-between the IPB and the cluster of trees behind the SDA? Yeah. Rating: ~PG Status: Finished.
We should probably avoid the city this weekend.
Emily's words when they decided to have a picnic in the middle of autumn (and maybe right before winter) could not have made Bob happier and sadder at the same time. After what Roman had shown him about controlling clueless strangers to do his bidding, he had been rightfully frightened of what the city could offer him if he ever decided to dare it again. And here he thought only mutants could threaten his life and a crowd full of happy normal people meant nothing to him.
How sad that that was shattered now, and he was effectively stuck in the walls of Willowbrook. His one solace, the idea that he couldn't hurt these people and these people couldn't hurt him back, destroyed.
This was what was in his mind as he watched the heavy clouds move lazily across the sky. Half his body was on the mat Emily had brought and the other half on the grasses, a hand his head's only cushion from the earth. They'd just finished a lunch full of redressed leftovers and pies and pink lemonade and the scent of coffee was now in the air. Strange, he thought suddenly, that they should be drinking coffee with...
"Emily?" he asked the woman, looking at her although he did not move from his comfortable position. "Did I remember to bring down some fruits?" He couldn't.