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d-day + 22 ✯ video
Dec. 6th, 2014 10:45 pm | [Gene's on deck when he clicks on the video feed, and although he fumbles with it a bit, you get a decent shot of a skinny red headed kid who's probably about seven or eight, completely swamped in a ugly sweater and his older self's utility uniform jacket, which is long enough on him to look like a trench coat. ... Basically, he looks kind of like an idiot, but he literally owns no other warm clothes, which means he's also without gloves or mittens. And he needs them, because there's snow on deck, so the grin he flashes at the camera is wide and genuine. His cheeks are flushed pink, and his teeth might be chattering a little, but he's having fun.] I've never seen this much snow before! Are we gonna- [Whatever he was going to say gets temporarily interrupted. His face scrunches up and he starts coughing into the shoulder of his jacket, deep and wet and rough, and when he's finished, his smile is apologetic and sheepish. (He'd been real sick a couple days before he got here - wherever here is, although he remembers enough to not be utterly terrified of what being here means - and he's feeling better, but the cough lingers, and that's so frustrating. He doesn't understand why he's sick so often, why he can't just be normal.)] Sorry. I guess we can't go sledding, but can we do the other stuff? Are we gonna have a tree? It's not all gonna melt, is it? [Open Spam, throughout the flood] [Snow's still as novel a concept the second and third day as it was on the first, which means Gene winds up spending a decent amount of time on deck, wearing his ridiculous get up and shivering as he builds snowmen and makes snow angels with other kids, or by himself, or any grownups who feel like helping. He keeps coughing, but he doesn't feel any worse and so if no one tells him otherwise, he stays out playing until he's just too cold to do it anymore. Which, honestly, happens pretty quickly when you don't have gloves, or snow boots. When he needs a break to thaw out, he heads to the mess hall, where he happily and politely accepts whatever food is offered at that meal time. He's a little shy about sitting with people he doesn't recognize, but he feels strange sitting by himself, too, and nervously shuffles around trying to decide where to sit before picking anything. Aside from the deck, his favorite place is the library, and he wanders around looking for books about birds and the Civil War, very carefully pulling his selections off the shelves and carrying them back up to the front desk to check them out. At least once, he finds a comfortable chair to climb into and start reading one of them but winds up falling asleep instead, curled into the cushions with the book held protectively on his lap. And, of course, he does plenty of wandering around in between.] |
