Post by Caleb Smith on May 19, 2017 9:57:13 GMT
Caleb Smith
It is currently Sunrise | There are 13 Hours remaining | Weather Light Snow |
This character has survived 0 days |
Caleb grunted as he woke up. His first job was to get enough clothes on to go out harvest snow. He put it all in a separate bowl and set it to melt in front of the iron stove. His gaze was constantly flicking to the windows. He was watching for any sign of a signal flare. A journal laid open on the table. A pen - with no ink left in it laid forgotten in the corner of the desk. A bench was in front of the table.
As the snow melted Caleb started to remove his clothing carefully folding them, the body underneath the clothes he'd thrown on muscled and hard. Scars littering the pale skin. Finally, the water was warm enough for a wash. Carefully he brought the water over his body almost enjoying the warmth that both the fire and the water was providing.
Once satisfied he was clean he picked up the straight razor, working slowly and carefully to shave as best as he could without a mirror. Finally, he was content that he looked presentable. The water he moved near the door, and he worked to dry himself, savoring the rough fabric he was using for a towel. Idly his mind wandered to the idea of what he would get up to today.
It was the fifth day of looking for any signal from his task force. He was starting to think they were not going to signal. His gaze scanned the landscape reorientating himself. Mystery Lake would be that way - he turned to face the door. That was where his cabin was. The ocean was that way. He turned to face the windows above the shelf that he'd placed his recurve bow on. Pleasant Valley was directly behind him, at least if you went through the mine. Today? Today he'd head to the coast.
He'd not been down that way for a while, it would do him good to travel. He might be able to find some further supplies to help reinforce the lookout.
Also, the coast had the highway running along it. If his team had any sense, and he was starting to doubt it, they'd stick to the road rather than trying to trek cross country.
As the snow melted Caleb started to remove his clothing carefully folding them, the body underneath the clothes he'd thrown on muscled and hard. Scars littering the pale skin. Finally, the water was warm enough for a wash. Carefully he brought the water over his body almost enjoying the warmth that both the fire and the water was providing.
Once satisfied he was clean he picked up the straight razor, working slowly and carefully to shave as best as he could without a mirror. Finally, he was content that he looked presentable. The water he moved near the door, and he worked to dry himself, savoring the rough fabric he was using for a towel. Idly his mind wandered to the idea of what he would get up to today.
It was the fifth day of looking for any signal from his task force. He was starting to think they were not going to signal. His gaze scanned the landscape reorientating himself. Mystery Lake would be that way - he turned to face the door. That was where his cabin was. The ocean was that way. He turned to face the windows above the shelf that he'd placed his recurve bow on. Pleasant Valley was directly behind him, at least if you went through the mine. Today? Today he'd head to the coast.
He'd not been down that way for a while, it would do him good to travel. He might be able to find some further supplies to help reinforce the lookout.
Also, the coast had the highway running along it. If his team had any sense, and he was starting to doubt it, they'd stick to the road rather than trying to trek cross country.