Snippet #1686970

Sitting down in front of his tent, Elliott wondered briefly how he was ever going to survive this calm. True, there had been calm days in his previous life, but they had always been filled with excitement and anticipation of what was to come next. Not to mention the fact that he'd usually have access to a wide selection of books, or other sources of entertainment that he might have deemed to be preferable.

The most entertaining thing about this place was waiting how long it took before people started to kill each other and, well, considering the goodie-two-shoes he'd been stranded with, that was probably going to take a while.

Elliott sighed, resisting the urge to run a hand through his hair out of frustration. There had to be something he could do, that didn't involve that blasted form of manual labour they insisted on forcing everyone to partake in around here. Throwing a quick glance upwards towards the canteen, he noticed the man he'd spoken to earlier coming out. An interesting fellow, in his opinion - though Elliott mostly wondered how long it would take him to break. Isolation could do strange things to the mind.

"God, I'm bored," he complained.