Prima Corsa
[Accidental Video]
[Waking on his side, Federico could feel the cold stone of his cell beneath him, as uncomfortable as when he'd fallen asleep prior. Not that sleep had come easy. He was worried, confused, and sore from the beating him and his father had taken when they'd been arrested. But his tired body had eventually gotten the best of him. Though as he rolled over to slowly sit up, the heel of a hand rubbing at an eye...]
What...
[He didn't remember the cell being quite this large. Shifting to sit up quicker now, sleepy eyes blink and peer around, confused at the large warehouse he found himself in. Not where he'd fallen asleep, not at all. A hand running through his hair, his other moves along the cold ground, nudging something. Glancing down, he curiously picks up the strange object, turning it over in his hands. Strange lights blink at him and a moving picture on the screen shows his pants. Turning it around again it would be showing his face now, shaky, but it's there.]
Che cosa... [Muttered Italian, as he tries to figure out what he's found, before he peers up again, also wondering where the hell he was. Where his family was. What was going on. Cautiously he gets up, keeping the strange object with him, walking a bit, around boxes and other things that made no sense to him. It was so quiet, was there no one here?]
This is surely a dream... [Federico mutters to himself, peering once more at the device in his hands.]
[Waking on his side, Federico could feel the cold stone of his cell beneath him, as uncomfortable as when he'd fallen asleep prior. Not that sleep had come easy. He was worried, confused, and sore from the beating him and his father had taken when they'd been arrested. But his tired body had eventually gotten the best of him. Though as he rolled over to slowly sit up, the heel of a hand rubbing at an eye...]
What...
[He didn't remember the cell being quite this large. Shifting to sit up quicker now, sleepy eyes blink and peer around, confused at the large warehouse he found himself in. Not where he'd fallen asleep, not at all. A hand running through his hair, his other moves along the cold ground, nudging something. Glancing down, he curiously picks up the strange object, turning it over in his hands. Strange lights blink at him and a moving picture on the screen shows his pants. Turning it around again it would be showing his face now, shaky, but it's there.]
Che cosa... [Muttered Italian, as he tries to figure out what he's found, before he peers up again, also wondering where the hell he was. Where his family was. What was going on. Cautiously he gets up, keeping the strange object with him, walking a bit, around boxes and other things that made no sense to him. It was so quiet, was there no one here?]
This is surely a dream... [Federico mutters to himself, peering once more at the device in his hands.]