Volume Control [open]

**Ambrose** Wed Dec 04, 2013 2:48 pm

It was quiet in the forest. There was no one around, and it was clear that no one had been here for quiet some time. The silence would have been deafening, but Their usual jeers made it impossible.

Hey. Hey, Aaaaaaaaaambrose.
Entropy!
What are you doing all the way out here?
Aren't you bored?
Aren't you TIRED?
You should try to get some sleep; the bags are growing.
Still with the black eye . . . LITERALLY!
Hey.

There was no one else to talk to him, at least. There was no one but Them, which meant that this was as quiet as it could be . . . or, for now. Vernal had given him a few tips to help with the volume, but still didn't understand it. A matter of will, a battle for control-- against so many, though, was difficult. And, Vernal could provide no satisfactory alternative.

He sat down on the dew-crusted leaves. Fall was ending; winter was beginning. The wind already chilled him to the bone, but Ambrose didn't mind. He took off the borrowed hoodie and placed it across his lap, then closing his eyes in concentration. A battle. A matter of will.