[Freyjadour Silverberg, a middle class boy and the son of the malt shop owner, usually had a rather unremarkable life. Go to school, help his father with the family business, rinse, repeat. Recently, however, it had taken some interesting turns. His classmates at school might notice a bit of unease about the usually calm, quiet but ultimately friendly senior. He had spent days now working up the courage to speak to a certain someone in particular about the school dance, after all, and there had been several failed attempts at that. Asking an aristocratic girl to the very public homecoming dance wasn't something to be taken lightly, after all, even if they had been seeing each other in secret for a while. On the second he is running out of time, and he promises himself today would be the day he asks.
But that was really the least of his worries. On top of the ever growing tension in the town recently, things had been odd at home, too. His father Albert, normally a friendly man, had changed recently. He seemed more subdued, less outgoing... odd. He didn't think he had even seen his father smile recently. It was more than a little worrisome, and it weighed on Freyjadour's mind, though he didn't know what to do.
The homecoming dance might offer a brief respite from his worries, and that is where he on the third. His return home the evening of the third, however, quickly dashes any semblance of good mood he has managed to obtain.]
Day 4 and 5
[Freyjadour's mood seems to have plummeted overnight.... and indeed, it has. Coming home the night before to find the police at his house, he had been unable to do anything when they'd dragged his father away away to the the institute. He didn't know how they had so quickly picked up on his father's strange change of demeanor at first, but it had quickly become apparent to him that he must have been the cause.
It was his fault his father was locked in the asylum.
On those days afterwards he shows up to school, but is subdued and more quiet than usual. People at the Malt shop might notice the owner is missing, and his son who works there after class seems a bit frazzled, though he is doing a good job hiding it. After work, he takes to stopping by the asylum, trying to get in to see his father with questionable results.]
Day 1-5
[Freyjadour Silverberg, a middle class boy and the son of the malt shop owner, usually had a rather unremarkable life. Go to school, help his father with the family business, rinse, repeat. Recently, however, it had taken some interesting turns. His classmates at school might notice a bit of unease about the usually calm, quiet but ultimately friendly senior. He had spent days now working up the courage to speak to a certain someone in particular about the school dance, after all, and there had been several failed attempts at that. Asking an aristocratic girl to the very public homecoming dance wasn't something to be taken lightly, after all, even if they had been seeing each other in secret for a while. On the second he is running out of time, and he promises himself today would be the day he asks.
But that was really the least of his worries. On top of the ever growing tension in the town recently, things had been odd at home, too. His father Albert, normally a friendly man, had changed recently. He seemed more subdued, less outgoing... odd. He didn't think he had even seen his father smile recently. It was more than a little worrisome, and it weighed on Freyjadour's mind, though he didn't know what to do.
The homecoming dance might offer a brief respite from his worries, and that is where he on the third. His return home the evening of the third, however, quickly dashes any semblance of good mood he has managed to obtain.]
Day 4 and 5
[Freyjadour's mood seems to have plummeted overnight.... and indeed, it has. Coming home the night before to find the police at his house, he had been unable to do anything when they'd dragged his father away away to the the institute. He didn't know how they had so quickly picked up on his father's strange change of demeanor at first, but it had quickly become apparent to him that he must have been the cause.
It was his fault his father was locked in the asylum.
On those days afterwards he shows up to school, but is subdued and more quiet than usual. People at the Malt shop might notice the owner is missing, and his son who works there after class seems a bit frazzled, though he is doing a good job hiding it. After work, he takes to stopping by the asylum, trying to get in to see his father with questionable results.]