[X] 1 Gawk at the enormity of it all: (theBSDude)
[X] 6 Get in the car and be on your way: (Xilph, Grosstoad, ReinZero, BFldyq, TotalAbsolutism, Wootius)
[X] 7 Throw your hands up in the air and laugh: (megrisvernin, Cassiemouse, MrGazzer, CptTagon, Biigoh, redaeth, StackedDeck)
The Sun beams down on you from above, seeming to reach out and warm you and hold you individually, regardless of everybody else. It's just . . .
Is it any wonder that you hold your arms out as well?
And after you realize how silly you must look, in your strange airtight clothes and your mask, standing in front of your home with your hands held up to the sky, you laugh. You laugh and you laugh, giggling and guffawing at the ridiculousness of it all but also in joy, because you're finally outside. You're free in a way that you've never been before.
Reluctantly, you lower your hands and catch your breath, and then turn back to the car.
The man holds the door open for you and you slip inside. Inside, the sedan is well cared for but undoubtedly not new. You can see a small tear along the seam in the seat's cushion, but you suppose that makes a kind of sense. It wouldn't make sense to have you paraded around in a limousine- that would counteract the effort to grow confidence. Your suit will mitigate that enough on its own, but you suppose that's not negotiable.
You think about what you'll be doing once you arrive at the steel mill.
There's a room set up for you, where you'll learn how the various machines are supposed to work and the most common problems that occur with them. After you've been trained you'll be assigned half-shifts on the various stations until the area you're most talented in becomes clear, at which point you'll be moved to a normal morning, afternoon, or evening schedule.
Your school learning will suffer for it, but you think that . . .
Huh.
That's odd.
You glance in the rear view mirror and, for a moment, see another black sedan pull up into the lot in front of your home. This time two men get out, wearing masks much like your own.
Then they're whisked out of sight as the car you're in starts to accelerate and rounds the corner.
You glance at the driver from behind your mask but without moving your head, trusting in the plastic to keep him from noticing.
It wasn't obvious at first, but there's something ever so slightly off about his facial features.
. . . Are you being kidnapped?
[] "Am I being kidnapped?"
[] Sit and observe. Act like nothing's wrong.
[] Ask why the second car parked in the lot.
[] Unlock the door and escape!