- WHO: Camille and Mordekai
WHEN: Late April - Early evening, the sun still bright.
WHERE: Hartline Moo Moo Farms
WEATHER: Sun is finally peaking through afternoon showers, temperatures dropping for the sunset.
There was something terrifying about owning a business. Cam didn't know quite what yet, given he was not yet in ownership of a business. But the prospect was off putting enough. His stomach had been in knots- maybe from the nightmares that had been cropping back up, maybe from Harrison Troxel's ultimatum of 'sorry bud, by date X, you're out'. He felt like he was on the edge of greatness, on the steps of something important... just... no one really cared. No one was even around to care- he supposed. His wrist was draped over the steering wheel of his old Subaru outback, resting his other arm on the door as he stared idly at the road ahead of him. No one was around- period. After everything, people kinda filtered off. Made sense, the crash had taken 20% of his body, why not take 40% of his life. He had no home, very few friends in this new place. He rubbed his finger over his raised eyebrow. The anxiety and angst were no longer there, the dull feeling of 'well s**t, it all makes sense' had long since taken over.
At least he could still drive... It took some work and he had to trade in his stick shift for something less involved. Breaking and going on his left foot was certainly more of a challenge but he wasn't as lurchy-jerky as he had once been. Adapt and become accustomed to new things, Camille. Easy task, right? He grinned to himself and squinted at the sun despite the sunglasses protecting his eyes. Still bright after 1600? A blessing. Warmer air, bringing in spring? A blessing. Mordekai Kantor, willing to embark on this business ownership? A god send and the fellow cajun didn't even know it. He chuckled and shook his head- just as the kind lady in the GPS had informed him that he had indeed reached his destination.
He turned into the long drive of the farm and scrunched his face once more- suddenly beginning to remember he was meeting someone about co-owning this ridiculous little idea he had. Fine and dandy- especially for their formal appointment next week with their finance jocky. Today- as informal as it may be, was not informal enough to allow the condition of Camille's vehicle. As the vehicle had been serving as a sort of home recently. He lurched, putting the car in park before crawling over the seat and hurriedly tossing the excess clothes, toothbrush- banana holder without a banana and a spork.... Camping spork. The weird kind where the fork bit doubles as the knife and the other end was a spoon. s**t he was in poor form. Luckily he could hold off on calling Mordekai until after he tidied.
Unless the fellow coonass was waiting or something embarrassing like that...
