Who: Kurt and OPEN What: assessing the supplies When: Today Where: Supply Room Warnings: none
Kurt didn't hesitate to hop down to the supply room when Penny said he could help with Halloween costume designs. He'd been doing his best to refrain from decorating his cell at all, mostly because he didn't know how his cellmate felt about it yet. Whether or not he was going to stay in the prison for very long was another matter entirely. Once the avid homemaker, Kurt had learned to treat his body as his only true home. With that in mind he kept his most important possessions on him. The picture of Blaine his dad had surprised him with after they'd left town, his dad's ID that he swiped from his wallet when he tried to throw it out. They were all he had of some of the most important people remaining in his life. Santana bringing Rachel up on the missing person's network made him shut down. Against his better judgement and her incredibly annoying personality, she'd become his best friend over the years. Yet he couldn't ind it in himself to think about her...ever. The few times he did think about her were mixed. Either she was definitely dead or she was fine and with her dads somewhere. No matter what he didn't think he'd ever see her again and he didn't allow himself the hope that he would. In a way he needed her more than anyone else.
He caught himself in the thoughts and pushed them away, standing in the supply closet and staring up at the hulking mass of boxes and oddities. Somewhere in this room was supposed to be a possibly broken sewing machine and that meant a possible passtime he'd love to have. That and if there wasn't one he'd need to ask the raiders to get one if he planned on doing any clothing repairs or costume creations. So he sighed and clapped his hands together, deciding he may as well just dive in! The shelves looked like they would burst if they were touched the wrong way and send things flying in ever which direction. He kept pulling out boxes and trinkets until he found an annoying cord keeping him getting any further in his search. With a huff he started to pull at it and the next thing he knew a wall of sheets came down and fell all over and around him.
He looked like a poorly done sheet ghost, standing there in shock with his arms out as he tried to get a grip on what just happened.