10-14-2019, 09:14 PM
( done for the October cdc prompt of "pumpkin" !! )
The day of Halloween was rapidly approaching, as was the all important battle against the Pitt as well. As a result of this, Worm could very clearly feel the tensions in the group rising considerably with each passing day. He had decided that he was going to offset this by helping to decorate the place up a bit for the season. So, he had gone searching around the territory and the surrounding area for as many pumpkins as he could possibly find, and had then taken a small wagon full of them back to the main camp area, pulling the entire cart over to where his house was sitting, small and undisturbed. He then began to pull the pumpkins out carefully by the stems, placing them against the dry ground and moving inside to grab some knives and other carving tools as well – at least the ones that he was actually able to use with just his mouth and paws. He found himself not for the first time wishing that Red was around to help him put, since the other would probably have an easier time of carving, given his hands. Still, Wormwood powered through, carefully cutting open several pumpkins, scooping out their guts, and then carving faces into them. His first few were very messy and almost looking more reminiscent of roadkill rather than faces, but eventually he got the hang of it, making several different kinds of faces to display around town. He then took one of the pumpkins – a starry eyed, grinning one – and plopped it up on the corner of his porch, before moving to put the rest of the carved pumpkins back in the cart, along with a couple of uncarved ones, and the tools that he had used.
He then took the handle of the cart and moved slowly out to the middle of their main town, occasionally grunting from the effort of pulling a huge wagon full of very heavy pumpkins, even with most of them hollowed out. However, he did eventually make it the whole way, panting with the effort of it as he sat back in the middle of camp, the guardsman taking a couple of minutes of rest before getting back up to his paws. He unloaded the carved pumpkins, along with the uncarved ones, yet again, and then called out as he looked around, his ears perked up for any responses, "Hey, if you're interested in Halloween stuff, can you please come over here for a minute?" He then waited for a moment until he felt a large enough group had amassed, and then kept his voice slightly raised so everyone could hear him before speaking again, "Hello! So, I carved a bunch of pumpkins for people to put up as Halloween decorations if they wanted to, so if you want to take one for your home, then feel free to take it! I also brought a couple of uncarved ones and my tools, so that if you wanted a jack o' lantern but didn't want any of the ones that I made, you could make one up to your standards." He then smiled and looked around the small group, glad that he could cheer people up in some way. He felt a bit silly, trying to get in the Halloween spirit while his son was still in the clutches of the Pitt, but... he needed to get his mind off of it somehow.
The day of Halloween was rapidly approaching, as was the all important battle against the Pitt as well. As a result of this, Worm could very clearly feel the tensions in the group rising considerably with each passing day. He had decided that he was going to offset this by helping to decorate the place up a bit for the season. So, he had gone searching around the territory and the surrounding area for as many pumpkins as he could possibly find, and had then taken a small wagon full of them back to the main camp area, pulling the entire cart over to where his house was sitting, small and undisturbed. He then began to pull the pumpkins out carefully by the stems, placing them against the dry ground and moving inside to grab some knives and other carving tools as well – at least the ones that he was actually able to use with just his mouth and paws. He found himself not for the first time wishing that Red was around to help him put, since the other would probably have an easier time of carving, given his hands. Still, Wormwood powered through, carefully cutting open several pumpkins, scooping out their guts, and then carving faces into them. His first few were very messy and almost looking more reminiscent of roadkill rather than faces, but eventually he got the hang of it, making several different kinds of faces to display around town. He then took one of the pumpkins – a starry eyed, grinning one – and plopped it up on the corner of his porch, before moving to put the rest of the carved pumpkins back in the cart, along with a couple of uncarved ones, and the tools that he had used.
He then took the handle of the cart and moved slowly out to the middle of their main town, occasionally grunting from the effort of pulling a huge wagon full of very heavy pumpkins, even with most of them hollowed out. However, he did eventually make it the whole way, panting with the effort of it as he sat back in the middle of camp, the guardsman taking a couple of minutes of rest before getting back up to his paws. He unloaded the carved pumpkins, along with the uncarved ones, yet again, and then called out as he looked around, his ears perked up for any responses, "Hey, if you're interested in Halloween stuff, can you please come over here for a minute?" He then waited for a moment until he felt a large enough group had amassed, and then kept his voice slightly raised so everyone could hear him before speaking again, "Hello! So, I carved a bunch of pumpkins for people to put up as Halloween decorations if they wanted to, so if you want to take one for your home, then feel free to take it! I also brought a couple of uncarved ones and my tools, so that if you wanted a jack o' lantern but didn't want any of the ones that I made, you could make one up to your standards." He then smiled and looked around the small group, glad that he could cheer people up in some way. He felt a bit silly, trying to get in the Halloween spirit while his son was still in the clutches of the Pitt, but... he needed to get his mind off of it somehow.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan