CLOSED STARTER FOR @the-merch-with-a-mouth AND @millameter
Today had started off fairly simple: perform a couple experiments, discuss funding, collect information from patients. Standard things going in Helioborg, all of the researchers and guards bustling about.
That is, until there was an explosion in the middle of the research facility, Jude Mathis standing at the epicenter of it all. When the smoke cleared, a small child slept in the eye of the blast -- familiar black hair and amber eyes giving away the child’s name and disposition.
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So a five-year-old Jude sat quietly inside his the office, his feet swinging in the swivel chair while Mister Balan -- that’s what the man in the glasses told him his name was -- called someone to come get him. He wondered how long it would take for his Mom or Dad to get here; this place seemed like it was really far away. Mister Balan called it Hel-ee-or-burg; it was a silly name, but Jude didn’t make fun. That wasn’t the nice thing to do, after all, and Jude was a good boy!
Jude’s tummy made a small noise, and he looked down and poked at it. Was it lunchtime? The little boy looked up at the door in front of him, deciding it may be a better idea to look for Mister Balan than to wait here. Maybe he could find snacks on the way, and he could give some to Mister Balan for helping him! With the thought of a surprise for Balan in mind, Jude scooted off of the chair, toddled to the hallway, and scampered off into the maze of a facility all on his own.
