10-02-2019, 06:48 PM
( done for the october cdc prompt of "corn" !! )
Ever since everything had happened with Beck and his freak out, Worm hadn't seem him around much. He supposed it was understandable for Beck to be condemned to bed rest, kept mostly asleep by medication and warned away from by others, but Worm still didn't like the thought of someone being shunned away from the group, even if he was still slightly bitter about the fact that the ghost had taken out his eye. He had grown a little bit used to only being able to see his left side fully by now, but it was still sometimes disorienting to have someone come up on his right side, or to reach up and feel the way that the bandages over his eyes depressed, rather than touching down on an eye that was no longer there. Deep down he knew that there was something simmering deep down inside, telling him that he was angry at Beck, and that he didn't want to be around the boy, but he fought against that part of him, insisting that he wasn't going to hold a grudge over it. After all, Beck hadn't meant to, he had just been freaking out. He hadn't intentionally gone after Worm in his panic to take out his eye... at least, he hoped not. As a result of his stubborn refusal to give up on Beck or dislike him, he had decided that he was going to set something up so that Beck could have company without needing to leave his house, or at least without needing to be far from it. It hadn't even begun to occur to him that maybe it wasn't just others that were warning away from Beck. Maybe Beck was was warning them away from him.
Not thinking for a moment that could be the case, Worm had started to put together a little event outside of the other male's house. He had managed to, after quite a bit of searching and finagling, to get a projector that could play Children of the Corn, as well as a big banner to project it onto, which he had gotten after some bugging of Feza. After some addition bugging of Feza, he had also gotten tons of containers of popcorn, and it seemed as though everything was ready for setting up. Heaving everything out to the bit of land in front of Beck's houseboat in the first light of the morning, the chaser struggled and pulled at the banner before it was fully unrolled, and then moved to set up the projector, which wheezed and grumbled with disuse as Worm tried to get it to play as a test. It wasn't until then middle of the afternoon that everything was properly set up and, and Worm was pretty damn happy with himself. Sure, the event wasn't exactly Feza levels of crazy, but it was still pretty nice, and he knew that the scary movie would probably entice Beck to at least come outside for a bit to hang out with others. After all, Children of the Corn had been one of Worm's favorites after he had left the pride and first started to watch movies, and he knew just how fucking scary it could be when you weren't prepared.
Once everything was set up, Worm had trotted back to camp and announced to several others that he was having a little get together at Beck's house, announcing softly as to not blow anybody's ear drums out, "If anybody is interested in it, I'm having a screening of Children of the Corn at Beck's house to try and cheer him up and have him socialize. I'm not sure how much of it he'll actually stay awake for, but I felt bad over him not really interacting with anybody lately. I even set it up so that he doesn't have to stop resting, so don't worry Selby." He could practically feel the medic about to speak up from wherever he was, so he added on the last bit just for him. Once a few people had expressed interest, the male turned and half walked and half glided back to Beck's house, taking in a deep breath of courage before moving over to where the front door of the houseboat was, closed as it always seemed to be. Raising a paw, the chaser gently knocked against the door of the boat, rumbling softly as he flicked a wing towards the projector and everything on land, "Beck, you in there? You should open the door, I set something up you might like!" He found himself desperately hoping that the ghost was awake, since if he wasn't, this was gonna be a lot of wasted effort.
Ever since everything had happened with Beck and his freak out, Worm hadn't seem him around much. He supposed it was understandable for Beck to be condemned to bed rest, kept mostly asleep by medication and warned away from by others, but Worm still didn't like the thought of someone being shunned away from the group, even if he was still slightly bitter about the fact that the ghost had taken out his eye. He had grown a little bit used to only being able to see his left side fully by now, but it was still sometimes disorienting to have someone come up on his right side, or to reach up and feel the way that the bandages over his eyes depressed, rather than touching down on an eye that was no longer there. Deep down he knew that there was something simmering deep down inside, telling him that he was angry at Beck, and that he didn't want to be around the boy, but he fought against that part of him, insisting that he wasn't going to hold a grudge over it. After all, Beck hadn't meant to, he had just been freaking out. He hadn't intentionally gone after Worm in his panic to take out his eye... at least, he hoped not. As a result of his stubborn refusal to give up on Beck or dislike him, he had decided that he was going to set something up so that Beck could have company without needing to leave his house, or at least without needing to be far from it. It hadn't even begun to occur to him that maybe it wasn't just others that were warning away from Beck. Maybe Beck was was warning them away from him.
Not thinking for a moment that could be the case, Worm had started to put together a little event outside of the other male's house. He had managed to, after quite a bit of searching and finagling, to get a projector that could play Children of the Corn, as well as a big banner to project it onto, which he had gotten after some bugging of Feza. After some addition bugging of Feza, he had also gotten tons of containers of popcorn, and it seemed as though everything was ready for setting up. Heaving everything out to the bit of land in front of Beck's houseboat in the first light of the morning, the chaser struggled and pulled at the banner before it was fully unrolled, and then moved to set up the projector, which wheezed and grumbled with disuse as Worm tried to get it to play as a test. It wasn't until then middle of the afternoon that everything was properly set up and, and Worm was pretty damn happy with himself. Sure, the event wasn't exactly Feza levels of crazy, but it was still pretty nice, and he knew that the scary movie would probably entice Beck to at least come outside for a bit to hang out with others. After all, Children of the Corn had been one of Worm's favorites after he had left the pride and first started to watch movies, and he knew just how fucking scary it could be when you weren't prepared.
Once everything was set up, Worm had trotted back to camp and announced to several others that he was having a little get together at Beck's house, announcing softly as to not blow anybody's ear drums out, "If anybody is interested in it, I'm having a screening of Children of the Corn at Beck's house to try and cheer him up and have him socialize. I'm not sure how much of it he'll actually stay awake for, but I felt bad over him not really interacting with anybody lately. I even set it up so that he doesn't have to stop resting, so don't worry Selby." He could practically feel the medic about to speak up from wherever he was, so he added on the last bit just for him. Once a few people had expressed interest, the male turned and half walked and half glided back to Beck's house, taking in a deep breath of courage before moving over to where the front door of the houseboat was, closed as it always seemed to be. Raising a paw, the chaser gently knocked against the door of the boat, rumbling softly as he flicked a wing towards the projector and everything on land, "Beck, you in there? You should open the door, I set something up you might like!" He found himself desperately hoping that the ghost was awake, since if he wasn't, this was gonna be a lot of wasted effort.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan