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It's cold outside, but warm in here. The old van is crammed with teenagers, so the windows fog up quickly, making it hard to see outside. The patter of rain on the roof is almost deafening, and aside from two faded yellow dome lights, it’s almost pitch black. They’re sat on a front lawn in the hills of Elflock Falls, that much is evident if you squint out the front windshield.
Within, the van is a cramped mess. Several backpacks are stuck on or between seats. One is open, papers and books jutting out of every pocket. Up front, Lionel Qualls sits in the driver seat, hands at ten and two for approximately six seconds before he starts drumming on the wheel. Beside him in the passenger seat, Percy Potkin's grinning broad, fixing a set of fuzzy dice to the rear view.
“I like them!” Percy announces gamely when El rolls his eyes.
The memory shifts, the watcher doing a turn. In the way back, two teenage Crocketts and a young Gilda Santos are piled up and laughing. Popcorn goes flying when Zed accidentally knocks the cup of it out of Gilda’s hands. A moment of raucous laughter is cut short when Wybie Youngblood climbs aboard from the left, soaked to the bone from the rain outside and announcing himself with a, "Shit!"
Z Gunzenhauser, standing on the right, pushes her way past the mystery memory owner and smacks her shin against one of the bucket seats in her eagerness to get to the front. “Autsch! Why?” It doesn’t stop her long, though. She leans over Percy to fiddle with the buttons and knobs.
Naturally, that leaves few others for the memory holder to be. "Getting any good tunes?" Georgie Trullinger teases as Zelda continues to fruitlessly seek sound from the dead radio.
"The van's not even on yet, Z," Lionel cackles as his friend hits buttons and turns knobs.
“I believe in her,” Percy says with such conviction it’s hard to say if he’s joking.
“Quatsch! Turn it on then!” Zelda snips, slapping Lionel’s shoulder. “What are you waiting for?! Do you see how I’m suffering?”
More laughter fills the tiny space.
"Alright, alright," Lionel concedes with a dismissive wave, then puts his hand on the ignition and turns the key. The lights come up bright, illuminating the sherbet green upholstery and stained faux leather dash. Then suddenly, everything freezes.
MEMORY: Test Drive
[CRITERIA: cramped area, 2 characters max due to size constraints, minimum replies 8]
It's cold outside, but warm in here. The old van is crammed with teenagers, so the windows fog up quickly, making it hard to see outside. The patter of rain on the roof is almost deafening, and aside from two faded yellow dome lights, it’s almost pitch black. They’re sat on a front lawn in the hills of Elflock Falls, that much is evident if you squint out the front windshield.
Within, the van is a cramped mess. Several backpacks are stuck on or between seats. One is open, papers and books jutting out of every pocket. Up front, Lionel Qualls sits in the driver seat, hands at ten and two for approximately six seconds before he starts drumming on the wheel. Beside him in the passenger seat, Percy Potkin's grinning broad, fixing a set of fuzzy dice to the rear view.
“I like them!” Percy announces gamely when El rolls his eyes.
The memory shifts, the watcher doing a turn. In the way back, two teenage Crocketts and a young Gilda Santos are piled up and laughing. Popcorn goes flying when Zed accidentally knocks the cup of it out of Gilda’s hands. A moment of raucous laughter is cut short when Wybie Youngblood climbs aboard from the left, soaked to the bone from the rain outside and announcing himself with a, "Shit!"
Z Gunzenhauser, standing on the right, pushes her way past the mystery memory owner and smacks her shin against one of the bucket seats in her eagerness to get to the front. “Autsch! Why?” It doesn’t stop her long, though. She leans over Percy to fiddle with the buttons and knobs.
Naturally, that leaves few others for the memory holder to be. "Getting any good tunes?" Georgie Trullinger teases as Zelda continues to fruitlessly seek sound from the dead radio.
"The van's not even on yet, Z," Lionel cackles as his friend hits buttons and turns knobs.
“I believe in her,” Percy says with such conviction it’s hard to say if he’s joking.
“Quatsch! Turn it on then!” Zelda snips, slapping Lionel’s shoulder. “What are you waiting for?! Do you see how I’m suffering?”
More laughter fills the tiny space.
"Alright, alright," Lionel concedes with a dismissive wave, then puts his hand on the ignition and turns the key. The lights come up bright, illuminating the sherbet green upholstery and stained faux leather dash. Then suddenly, everything freezes.