Who: Chase and Pam What: Wandering around the track When: Starting about fifteen minutes before the 90 minute alarm.
An obstacle course had certainly been the last thing Chase wanted to endure after the fiasco that was his day yesterday. He hated to admit it, but a small portion of him had grown accustomed to waking up in that damn bedroom, with that fucking respawning camera watching him as he trudged down the narrow stairs from his bed nook to begin their routine. He'd become well-versed in the art of clobbering the little machine with the standing lamp, then tossing it out onto the grass outside. It made him think of playing Portal, and GlaDOS complaining about the cost each and every time you destroyed one of her recording devices. Maybe eventually those in charge would realized that continuing to plant one in his room was just a waste of money and effort. He could hope, anyway, but until then he had to admit that the act of getting to destroy it every morning was a little therapeutic.
Not this morning, though. He hated surprises on any normal day, but waking up in some strange, tiny room, then wandering into a weird locker room full of a bunch of men he didn't know was hardly appreciated. It wasn't hard to pick up that these were the other guys from the house, and that looking for Cecilia or Kiley was futile, as the room was obviously gender-specific. Probably a good thing, considering it seemed that half the guys there had apparently gone commando the night before. He'd only been wearing his boxers and t-shirt, and the hospital gown scraps that acted as a bandage over his right thigh.
He found his bag and dressed into his apparently new attire, though the act of doing so was a big reminder of his adventures over the past few days. His entire body hurt, though he wasn't nearly as exhausted as he'd been prior to sleeping. He could take the good with the bad this time around, he supposed, though he doubted he had a choice. The sweatpants went over the bandage easily, and the fit was actually comfortable over the bandage. He wasn't entirely certain what brand of shoes they'd given him, the dark purple and gray the only thing that seemed to stand out from his own clothing and that of what the men around him were dressing in. But god, clean clothes! He couldn't remember ever wanting something so simple so badly, though he couldn't bring himself to leave everything else behind. The boxers were left in the bag, but he pulled his old, black t-shirt with the gray imprint of a bird on the front over his head, despite the fact that it was starting to smell now.
He'd once again kept to the back, away from the others while their task for the day was explained to them, though he was able to pick out Cecilia and Kiley in the crowd. It didn't bring as much comfort as he'd hoped, particularly with the threat of being zapped again. The course itself looked daunting, and the ache in his thigh reminded him of the additional difficulty he'd likely have, but even that was far preferable to the alternative. He circled the course twice, watching the more capable and fit among them power through it with seemingly little trouble, then made a go for it himself.
He took it slow, allowing others to pass him where they could while simultaneously trying to shut out the fact that there were even others around. He made it over the rope ladder with a little less difficulty than he'd been expecting, though it had taken a moment at the top for him to find his footing to descend once more. The logs that came next were a little more trying than that, the first not too bad, but the second causing him to roll a little to hard on his thigh, causing sharp pain to shoot through him. He'd dropped down on the wrong side of it, realizing that meant he'd have to start over again, though his second attempt went a little more smoothly than the first. At the low ropes he wasn't entirely certain what to do, almost thinking he had to hop over them until a few people made it past him. Great. Even as he dragged himself under he could feel the friction causing his bandage to slide away from the wound. The next climb was trouble, the muscles in his arms burning as he did his best to pull himself over, and he nearly dropped. After making it to the ground again, he took a break for a moment to fix the bandage, not caring what anyone else thought of seeing him with both of his hands down his pants for the time it took. The next few obstacles seemed to only get worse, until Chase came to a full stop at the pit, staring down into it as if he were really trying to comprehend that it was there. By that point he could feel the blood sliding down his leg under the material of his sweatpants, and had given up on trying to keep the fabric scraps in place. Getting into the hole hadn't been a problem, but the wall on the other side certainly was. In the end, he'd needed help getting out again.
All in all, the entire thing had taken him over an hour. He'd gladly crashed into a corner for his fifteen minutes as he recovered, tending to his bandage the best he could while he lamented the fact that this was now a second pair of pants that were ruined by blood. Still, he hadn't gotten shocked, and while he was once again exhausted he at least felt as if he'd done the best he could under the circumstances. Others were still making a go of it, but there were several who didn't seem to be trying at all. Maybe they hadn't needed to. He wanted to kick himself for a moment, at the thought that the course might have just been a trick, that maybe they were only trying to see who would be dumb enough to follow instructions. But then he remembered the punishment, and realized it was better to be safe than sorry.
He carefully counted the minutes, pulling himself to his feet at thirteen just in case, limped over to one of the tables for a bottle of water, then began an uneasy, gentle walk around the outer edge of the track. Thankfully, the pain from yesterday and that morning seemed to blend together seamlessly, after resting, and keeping up his pace for a few minutes, he reasoned that he didn't actually feel as bad as yesterday, even after everything that had happened. Now he was hungry, realizing he hadn't eaten since before he'd wandered into town for his "checkup". The water didn't help much, and he could only hope that the end of the ninety minutes meant they could all leave soon. He didn't have to go all the way to the house, knowing there was plenty of food at the store. He could rest there, see if there was anything else to bring back. Focusing on a plan for later at least helped to get his mind off of what was happening now, at least.
[OOC NOTE: If someone would like their character to have been the one who helped Chase out of the pit, just let me know!]