OLIVER
The lack of light had started to get to everyone by this point.
Oliver himself wasn't feeling all that great. A lot of overwhelming things had happened, mostly bad ones, but a couple of small good things also happened. Still, he had discovered that chugging alcohol to forget about his worries wasn't exactly helping. In fact, it had made him feel about 100 times worse. What he did discover, though, was that letting out all his energy did somewhat help.
It allowed him to have a way to let out all his emotions and energy he would've been spending if it weren't pitch black and dangerous. As well, Oliver figured that it may help him to feel better about all the bad things going on.
Quite unfortunately, Oliver didn't really have access to too many things. It wasn't like he had sprawling hills, his own set of knives, or really anything more than a stick...and he knew how far that got him. He wanted something else, something that didn't make him rely on others to get. Nobody here was close enough to him for Oliver to feel comfortable to ask to borrow and tools. He needed a skill that wouldn't make him feel like a burden.
After a bit of scrounging around for supplies, Oliver managed to find a massive sack of flour as well as a rope. It didn't take too much longer to find a very empty alcove with a strong looking beam not too far from the ground. It took a bit of trying, but Oliver soon rigged the flour sack to be hanging down from the beam, using the rope to attach it. With that, he started attempting to punch...which he absolutely had no idea how to throw a proper punch.
Oliver himself wasn't feeling all that great. A lot of overwhelming things had happened, mostly bad ones, but a couple of small good things also happened. Still, he had discovered that chugging alcohol to forget about his worries wasn't exactly helping. In fact, it had made him feel about 100 times worse. What he did discover, though, was that letting out all his energy did somewhat help.
It allowed him to have a way to let out all his emotions and energy he would've been spending if it weren't pitch black and dangerous. As well, Oliver figured that it may help him to feel better about all the bad things going on.
Quite unfortunately, Oliver didn't really have access to too many things. It wasn't like he had sprawling hills, his own set of knives, or really anything more than a stick...and he knew how far that got him. He wanted something else, something that didn't make him rely on others to get. Nobody here was close enough to him for Oliver to feel comfortable to ask to borrow and tools. He needed a skill that wouldn't make him feel like a burden.
After a bit of scrounging around for supplies, Oliver managed to find a massive sack of flour as well as a rope. It didn't take too much longer to find a very empty alcove with a strong looking beam not too far from the ground. It took a bit of trying, but Oliver soon rigged the flour sack to be hanging down from the beam, using the rope to attach it. With that, he started attempting to punch...which he absolutely had no idea how to throw a proper punch.
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
