Post by pierce on Nov 19, 2016 21:37:21 GMT
Marty's outfit (w/o glasses)
It wasn't the best of weekends for Marty Rivers. He awoke on Saturday from terrible nightmares, one after another. When he tried to go back to sleep he'd been met with yet another version of hell playing itself out - waking up too many times to count during the night. He felt drained as he finally sat up in his bed, glad that it was all in his imagination but nevertheless exhausted by his own subconscious. Why did it have to torment him like this?
After getting ready, he rushed out of his upper-story home and in to his truck. It had seen better days, that was for sure - but he felt much more at home behind the wheel of the vehicle. His intention was to drive out as far as he could, gas the truck up, and then be back by night fall. It took his mind off everything, being on the road - turning in to dusty one-horse towns and revisiting the folksy mannerisms similar to those he'd grown up around. It soothed him.
He was heading back in to town when he saw the lightening flash overhead, lighting up the night sky - an incredibly welcoming sight to him. The thunder followed, and droplets of water from above began to fall upon his windshield. Rain always meant more to him than water for the plants and puddles on the street, it meant a cleansing - renewing and purifying. It was exactly what he needed to end his day. Once he reached Salem's city limits, though, the engine of his truck began to sputter. It was not a normal sound, but Marty kept on - intending to pop the hood and check out the problem once he reached home. Unfortunately, the truck didn't give him enough time to do that.
Marty had reached the main street when the engine gave out. It was a good thing that there weren't many people on the road at the time, but he still flashed his hazards and turned in to the nearest parking lot he could get to before the truck's momentum slowed to a stop. He sighed deeply, letting his head fall upon the steering wheel for a second before he pulled the keys from the ignition and slipped on his jacket. The rain was coming down harder now, he knew it wouldn't be wise to check under the hood and possibly make the issue worse. He looked for smoke though, which there was none - seeing that as a good enough sign before turning and noticing that he was in front of the cafe. He shrugged to himself, figuring he could grab a warm beverage and call for a tow in the warm and dry environment. But then he checked his watch, covering it's face with his opposite hand. It was already 10 pm - he cursed his luck, approaching the front entrance to look at the hours under the cafe's awning. Nope. Already closed.
Making use of his time, he called for a tow truck underneath the shelter - being told that someone would be out there as soon as they could, but that it could be up to a three hour wait. Some accident on the highway was holding them up. Marty reluctantly accepted the conditions, leaning up against the locked doors as he hung up - resigned to just stare at his truck and watch the rain fall upon it.
