009 The Perfect Smile
[A: Mayfield Elementary School: OPEN!]
[It was important to get back to normal, Cain knew that deep down. Now that he had a new future to obtain, a new goal, he could be patient once more. He couldn't make waves, and he refused to let those who run this place see how much they had hurt him. So he was smiling once more, calm and collected, just as if the nuclear fallout had never happened.
He's sitting in the yard at the lunch break of the elementary school, peering into the sandwiches his drone mother had packed for him and making a face. Waving down the first person - child or teacher, he's not fussy - that he saw, he gave them a wide grin and gestured to the wrapped food.]
...Excuse me, do you like peanut butter? Would you like to trade, by any chance?
[B: Around Town: OPEN!]
[After school, Cain didn't hang around. He didn't want to be away from home any longer than was necessary, and was almost running back through the streets towards the house. Unfortunately, this meant he wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, and in his hurry he tripped over a loose stone on the sidewalk.]
--AHH!
[With a squawk, he went down and all his books went flying from his bag, scattering all around to blow in the wind. Darn.]
[C: 1649 Albright Lane: Locked to Housemates]
[Now with a freshly ripped hole in the knee of his pants (that his drone mother was sure to chide him about later), Cain was rushing in the front door. Red cheeked from the chilly wind and the almost-run home, he looked about eagerly.]
I'm home!
[D: Phone: Locked to his friends (If you have talked to him once, this applies to you!)]
[He still hadn't calmed down inside to really think about the plight of anyone else who had been trapped in that nuclear wasteland. But... this was an important step to regaining normalcy.]
--I know I saw some of you during... Are you all alright?
[E: Phone: Locked to Clark Kent]
[This was the hardest call he had to make, and for a long time he merely sat in silence. He still felt a twist of visceral rage in his gut when he thought of how Clark had helped separate him from Abel, but he couldn't be seen to be holding a grudge. And so eventually he speaks, voice contrite.]
Mr. Kent, it's... Cain. I'm really sorry for how I acted, I know you... You were only doing what Abel asked to try and keep me safe and I... I'm so sorry. My behaviour was shameful towards anyone, let alone a friend, I hope... you can forgive me.
[It was important to get back to normal, Cain knew that deep down. Now that he had a new future to obtain, a new goal, he could be patient once more. He couldn't make waves, and he refused to let those who run this place see how much they had hurt him. So he was smiling once more, calm and collected, just as if the nuclear fallout had never happened.
He's sitting in the yard at the lunch break of the elementary school, peering into the sandwiches his drone mother had packed for him and making a face. Waving down the first person - child or teacher, he's not fussy - that he saw, he gave them a wide grin and gestured to the wrapped food.]
...Excuse me, do you like peanut butter? Would you like to trade, by any chance?
[B: Around Town: OPEN!]
[After school, Cain didn't hang around. He didn't want to be away from home any longer than was necessary, and was almost running back through the streets towards the house. Unfortunately, this meant he wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, and in his hurry he tripped over a loose stone on the sidewalk.]
--AHH!
[With a squawk, he went down and all his books went flying from his bag, scattering all around to blow in the wind. Darn.]
[C: 1649 Albright Lane: Locked to Housemates]
[Now with a freshly ripped hole in the knee of his pants (that his drone mother was sure to chide him about later), Cain was rushing in the front door. Red cheeked from the chilly wind and the almost-run home, he looked about eagerly.]
I'm home!
[D: Phone: Locked to his friends (If you have talked to him once, this applies to you!)]
[He still hadn't calmed down inside to really think about the plight of anyone else who had been trapped in that nuclear wasteland. But... this was an important step to regaining normalcy.]
--I know I saw some of you during... Are you all alright?
[E: Phone: Locked to Clark Kent]
[This was the hardest call he had to make, and for a long time he merely sat in silence. He still felt a twist of visceral rage in his gut when he thought of how Clark had helped separate him from Abel, but he couldn't be seen to be holding a grudge. And so eventually he speaks, voice contrite.]
Mr. Kent, it's... Cain. I'm really sorry for how I acted, I know you... You were only doing what Abel asked to try and keep me safe and I... I'm so sorry. My behaviour was shameful towards anyone, let alone a friend, I hope... you can forgive me.