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"The Calm after the Storm."
KingofAesir
Ghostly Presence
The Kids Aren't Alright
It was cold and rainy the morning after the storm ravaged the coast of Parish Point. Clouds still rolled over the sky above the town like a blanket layed over it to cover them from the burning sun. Every shop and home in town looked to be closed up for the day, the rain water still flooding the streets at almost ankle high keeping them from opening up for now. It seemed like a giant shadow was cast over the town, a dark and gloomy morning much more fit for a funeral than a normal morning. Only a few people ambled around the streets and those that did came into their destinations with shoes wet and and a deep frown marred onto their faces. On the corner of Farry Way and Hallow Street, a police officer stapled a very crudely made flyer to a telephone pole. The flyer was an all too bright and cheery contrast to the gloomy mist of the morning and advertised a beach clean to be held that morning. The cartoon whale plastered on the flyer smiled back against the dark sky and the officer hanging up the posters was getting tired of his perpetual optimism. Somewhere a teenager stopped his bike at the edge of the beach and balked at the sight laid out before him. A beached whale laid dying on the sand and the boy was quick to turn his bike around, rushing past smiling whale posters until he came to a stop in front of the police station. The sky rumbled and a light drizzle began again just as he barged into the place with news of the whale on his tongue. Far away from the police station, a man hefted a tree branch onto his shoulder as he tried to move away the pieces of a tree that had fallen on his workshed. The man wiped his brow and sighed as he gazed over the damage, it would take days to get the whole tree moved away and days more to salvage what he could of his shed. His wife emerged from the house and handed him a water bottle before they both went back to picking up pieces of the downed tree. Back in town, the officer who had been hanging up the flyers was now standing on the edge of the beach, staring at the whale just as the boy on the bike had been only a few minutes before. The whale was barely moving, it’s fins flopping about helplessly on the wet sand. It would take a while for them to get the thing back into the ocean and the officer was concerned about their decision to get a bunch of teenagers to do this job. He shook his head and we’re brought to another scene. A woman shakes her head as she looks over her poor garden, completely upheaved by the torrential downpour and months of hard work ruined. Again, we see the destroyed workshop and the beached whale in a quick flash. The devastation is immense.
The students of both Parish Bay and Hartfield were being commissioned, or rather forced, to help clean up the devastated beach in the aftermath of the storm. Tensions between the townsfolk had been boiling over to an almost dangerous point and Mayor Flint had thought it a good idea to bring the students of the town together to do something important. Although the mayor had her heart in the right place, this idea also held potential to escalate tensions beyond what they already were. After all, it’s never a good idea to put a lion and a hyena alone together, one of them will always come out worse for wear, or dead. While it wasn’t likely that someone was going to die, fights were very likely, if not guaranteed, to happen. But Mayor flint was dead set on her resolution to get the kids to do it and no one was changing the woman’s mind. The rain picked up slightly outside, now a hard sprinkle with the potential for another downpour building up behind it. The time was coming up at nine in the morning and various students were beginning to make their way out of their homes with rain boots and jackets to keep the rain away from their skin. Several students had already made it down to the beach and were picking up debris from the sand and shoving it into trash bags or helping police officers and some few adults in their attempt to roll their beached whale back into the ocean. The sun was just barely visible beyond the thick coating of clouds in the sky and the visibility on the beach was low. Adult advisors walked the line of the beach with large flashlights in their hands, trying to make it a little easier to see for their teenage workers but it didn’t do much. The rain was only getting stronger, now more than a drizzle, it sprinkled down onto the beach with a renewed vigor and the sky appeared to get even darker. This was not a good setting for two groups of teenagers who seemed to tolerate each other at best and despise each other at worst. Perhaps this was a foreshadowing for things to come, but for right now it was just dreadfully dreary.
code by ditto (head empty go bonk)
It was cold and rainy the morning after the storm ravaged the coast of Parish Point. Clouds still rolled over the sky above the town like a blanket layed over it to cover them from the burning sun. Every shop and home in town looked to be closed up for the day, the rain water still flooding the streets at almost ankle high keeping them from opening up for now. It seemed like a giant shadow was cast over the town, a dark and gloomy morning much more fit for a funeral than a normal morning. Only a few people ambled around the streets and those that did came into their destinations with shoes wet and and a deep frown marred onto their faces. On the corner of Farry Way and Hallow Street, a police officer stapled a very crudely made flyer to a telephone pole. The flyer was an all too bright and cheery contrast to the gloomy mist of the morning and advertised a beach clean to be held that morning. The cartoon whale plastered on the flyer smiled back against the dark sky and the officer hanging up the posters was getting tired of his perpetual optimism. Somewhere a teenager stopped his bike at the edge of the beach and balked at the sight laid out before him. A beached whale laid dying on the sand and the boy was quick to turn his bike around, rushing past smiling whale posters until he came to a stop in front of the police station. The sky rumbled and a light drizzle began again just as he barged into the place with news of the whale on his tongue. Far away from the police station, a man hefted a tree branch onto his shoulder as he tried to move away the pieces of a tree that had fallen on his workshed. The man wiped his brow and sighed as he gazed over the damage, it would take days to get the whole tree moved away and days more to salvage what he could of his shed. His wife emerged from the house and handed him a water bottle before they both went back to picking up pieces of the downed tree. Back in town, the officer who had been hanging up the flyers was now standing on the edge of the beach, staring at the whale just as the boy on the bike had been only a few minutes before. The whale was barely moving, it’s fins flopping about helplessly on the wet sand. It would take a while for them to get the thing back into the ocean and the officer was concerned about their decision to get a bunch of teenagers to do this job. He shook his head and we’re brought to another scene. A woman shakes her head as she looks over her poor garden, completely upheaved by the torrential downpour and months of hard work ruined. Again, we see the destroyed workshop and the beached whale in a quick flash. The devastation is immense.
The students of both Parish Bay and Hartfield were being commissioned, or rather forced, to help clean up the devastated beach in the aftermath of the storm. Tensions between the townsfolk had been boiling over to an almost dangerous point and Mayor Flint had thought it a good idea to bring the students of the town together to do something important. Although the mayor had her heart in the right place, this idea also held potential to escalate tensions beyond what they already were. After all, it’s never a good idea to put a lion and a hyena alone together, one of them will always come out worse for wear, or dead. While it wasn’t likely that someone was going to die, fights were very likely, if not guaranteed, to happen. But Mayor flint was dead set on her resolution to get the kids to do it and no one was changing the woman’s mind. The rain picked up slightly outside, now a hard sprinkle with the potential for another downpour building up behind it. The time was coming up at nine in the morning and various students were beginning to make their way out of their homes with rain boots and jackets to keep the rain away from their skin. Several students had already made it down to the beach and were picking up debris from the sand and shoving it into trash bags or helping police officers and some few adults in their attempt to roll their beached whale back into the ocean. The sun was just barely visible beyond the thick coating of clouds in the sky and the visibility on the beach was low. Adult advisors walked the line of the beach with large flashlights in their hands, trying to make it a little easier to see for their teenage workers but it didn’t do much. The rain was only getting stronger, now more than a drizzle, it sprinkled down onto the beach with a renewed vigor and the sky appeared to get even darker. This was not a good setting for two groups of teenagers who seemed to tolerate each other at best and despise each other at worst. Perhaps this was a foreshadowing for things to come, but for right now it was just dreadfully dreary.
The students of both Parish Bay and Hartfield were being commissioned, or rather forced, to help clean up the devastated beach in the aftermath of the storm. Tensions between the townsfolk had been boiling over to an almost dangerous point and Mayor Flint had thought it a good idea to bring the students of the town together to do something important. Although the mayor had her heart in the right place, this idea also held potential to escalate tensions beyond what they already were. After all, it’s never a good idea to put a lion and a hyena alone together, one of them will always come out worse for wear, or dead. While it wasn’t likely that someone was going to die, fights were very likely, if not guaranteed, to happen. But Mayor flint was dead set on her resolution to get the kids to do it and no one was changing the woman’s mind. The rain picked up slightly outside, now a hard sprinkle with the potential for another downpour building up behind it. The time was coming up at nine in the morning and various students were beginning to make their way out of their homes with rain boots and jackets to keep the rain away from their skin. Several students had already made it down to the beach and were picking up debris from the sand and shoving it into trash bags or helping police officers and some few adults in their attempt to roll their beached whale back into the ocean. The sun was just barely visible beyond the thick coating of clouds in the sky and the visibility on the beach was low. Adult advisors walked the line of the beach with large flashlights in their hands, trying to make it a little easier to see for their teenage workers but it didn’t do much. The rain was only getting stronger, now more than a drizzle, it sprinkled down onto the beach with a renewed vigor and the sky appeared to get even darker. This was not a good setting for two groups of teenagers who seemed to tolerate each other at best and despise each other at worst. Perhaps this was a foreshadowing for things to come, but for right now it was just dreadfully dreary.
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KingofAesir
Ghostly Presence
Sawyer
"I'm always such a drag."
coded by incandescent
The morning looked almost as distressed as Sawyer felt. This thing on her foot was beginning to become quite the nuisance and she was tempted to just see if she could go without it. Though, after much convincing from her father, Sawyer decided it wasn’t worth the risk of perpetually jacking up her ankle. Basketball would be starting next month and the last thing Sawyer needed was a fucked ankle during the season. So here she was, struggling with the straps of this godforsaken contraption and failing miserably. Was that right? Sawyer stood up off her bed and took a single step before deciding that definitely wasn’t right. Pain laced it’s way up her ankle and Sawyer sat back down on the bed with a hiss. Maybe she could just use this as an excuse not to go to this stupid beach clean up? No. She had said she’d go with Hyacinth and she wasn’t about to back out on that. Sawyer took a deep breath before leaning down and trying again to wrestle with the boot until it looked right. Test trail number two was a lot more successful and sawyer was able to finally walk out of her room and into the living room. Sawyer hobbled over in front of her father, who was lazing about in his stupid recliner as per usual, and pointed to the boot with raised eyebrows.
“Did I do that right?” She questioned her father. He sat up in his chair and looked down at the boot with a cocked head. The recliner's footrest was suddenly down and her father was bent over adjusting the boot even further.
“There. That’s good I think.” Oliver straightened back up and gave his daughter a smile. Sawyer nodded her head resolutely and made her way over to the coat rack next to the door. Her fingers brushed past entirely too many coats for two people until they singled out a familiar feel. The black military jacket was removed from it’s hook and placed around Sawyer’s shoulders in the blink of an eye. Oliver was up from his chair and was throwing Sawyer’s beanie across the room, pretending to be shooting a basketball as he did so. “Andrews for three!” Sawyer caught the beanie and slid the thing over her hair, grinning at her dad.
“And he scores! The Pirates for the win!” Sawyer drummed her hands against the door in an imitation of clapping and whooped loudly. Oliver plopped back down in his chair and waved his daughter off.
“Be careful going to Hyacinth’s, those roads out there are probably bad.” He informed her just as Sawyer was stepping foot out of the door. She simply nodded her response and was gone. The weather was cold and it bit into Sawyer’s exposed face like a knife, she pulled her beanie down low over her ears and shivered. Outside in the driveway was she and her fathers pride and joy, a pet project that had gone a lot better than expected in the end. The 1969 Santorini Blue mustang convertible was quite literally the love of Sawyer’s life. She smiled as she opened the door and climbed inside. The leather seats felt a whole lot like a hug from a loved one as Sawyer pulled out of the driveway on her way to Hyacinth’s home. The place was outside of town and down the possibly the longest road in the whole town. The way was muddy from last night's storm but Sawyer traversed it with little worry, she’d done this a few times before, the car could handle it just fine. She was blasting music a little too loud as the house finally came into view, but she was hardly paying attention to how loud it was. The second she was in close enough range, Sawyer honked her car horn in announcement of her arrival. When she was finally parked, she shot Hyacinth a text as well.
“I have arrived. It’s cold, put a jacket on.” And with that, we wait.
“Did I do that right?” She questioned her father. He sat up in his chair and looked down at the boot with a cocked head. The recliner's footrest was suddenly down and her father was bent over adjusting the boot even further.
“There. That’s good I think.” Oliver straightened back up and gave his daughter a smile. Sawyer nodded her head resolutely and made her way over to the coat rack next to the door. Her fingers brushed past entirely too many coats for two people until they singled out a familiar feel. The black military jacket was removed from it’s hook and placed around Sawyer’s shoulders in the blink of an eye. Oliver was up from his chair and was throwing Sawyer’s beanie across the room, pretending to be shooting a basketball as he did so. “Andrews for three!” Sawyer caught the beanie and slid the thing over her hair, grinning at her dad.
“And he scores! The Pirates for the win!” Sawyer drummed her hands against the door in an imitation of clapping and whooped loudly. Oliver plopped back down in his chair and waved his daughter off.
“Be careful going to Hyacinth’s, those roads out there are probably bad.” He informed her just as Sawyer was stepping foot out of the door. She simply nodded her response and was gone. The weather was cold and it bit into Sawyer’s exposed face like a knife, she pulled her beanie down low over her ears and shivered. Outside in the driveway was she and her fathers pride and joy, a pet project that had gone a lot better than expected in the end. The 1969 Santorini Blue mustang convertible was quite literally the love of Sawyer’s life. She smiled as she opened the door and climbed inside. The leather seats felt a whole lot like a hug from a loved one as Sawyer pulled out of the driveway on her way to Hyacinth’s home. The place was outside of town and down the possibly the longest road in the whole town. The way was muddy from last night's storm but Sawyer traversed it with little worry, she’d done this a few times before, the car could handle it just fine. She was blasting music a little too loud as the house finally came into view, but she was hardly paying attention to how loud it was. The second she was in close enough range, Sawyer honked her car horn in announcement of her arrival. When she was finally parked, she shot Hyacinth a text as well.
“I have arrived. It’s cold, put a jacket on.” And with that, we wait.
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Chimney Swift
i am confusion
code by valen t.
Dede
McNugget
Stu
It felt wrong to admit it, but the storm was the most excitement Stu had had in a long while. He kind of wished it didn't stop, granted nobody got hurt and all that. . .
Last night he had mounted a daring rescue mission to save the life of one Private Oliver Dreyfuss, who found himself trapped behind enemy lines and needed urgent extraction. It was a difficult operation, with bad visibility all round and inclement weather. For a moment, he even lost radio contact with the Private Dreyfuss. But by the heroics of all personnel involved, the Private was saved and brought back to the base camp.
Then on the way back, as they had so meticulously planned, Stu told his dad that Oliver was his friend, so that Oliver didn’t have to go home and see his mum. Why didn’t Oliver want to go home to his mother? It didn’t make a whole lot of sense, since Stu would do just about anything to be able to see his own mother again.
It wasn’t often Stu brought a “friend” home, and Martin was just as excited and nervous at the prospect of his son having a friend, that he made sure that Oliver felt welcomed enough to ever come back again. It had been rough since they moved from England. Stu wasn’t really settling in at school, and Martin felt a little guilty that he’d made him wear that silly necktie to school. Last he heard all the kids were still teasing him about it. But Stu said it wasn’t a big deal, that he liked the name Neck Tie and it was all harmless fun. Stu liked to pretend he was well-liked and that he was getting along with everybody at school, but Martin wasn’t born yesterday. (He was born many yesterdays ago in fact which would explain his Twitter feed).
Martin brought out all the snacks in the world and lay them out on the coffee table. ‘What would you like to drink, Oliver?’ he said. ‘Do we have coke?’ Stu answered for his quiet friend, and then invited Oliver to a film night. He was about to put Star Wars in or something, but then the power went, and you could see the sadness wash over his small eyes.
Losing power brought its own thrills and excitements. Stu patrolled the house with a flashlight, a childishness about him, inspecting for leaks, and peered out the window, scanning the streets for survivors. Maybe there was another stranger he could rescue. Eventually he got tired and said good night to Oliver and went to bed.
The next morning he was up early, dashing through a freezing shower because the boiler didn’t work all night. With any luck, if there had been some hot water left over from last night, Oliver hadn't had to suffer the same fate.
Stu stuffed his backpack with a day’s supply of chocolates, as well as with those Kit Kats and M&Ms he owed Brandon. There was never a shortage of chocolates in the French household. Martin was quite aware of his son’s charitable habits, and kept their cupboards well-stocked, but he now watched helplessly as his son depleted the supply all in one swipe of the arm.
‘Go easy, will you please, Stu?’
‘There’ll be lots of people at the beach,’ the boy replied.
‘I know, but you can’t feed everybody.’
‘I’m the mascot. It’s my job to feed people.’
‘It’s your job to wear a dollar eye-patch and a fake beard. Stu, we can’t afford all these Kit Kats.’
Affordable or not, the chocolates were in his backpack, and they were in the car. And then silence. Oliver wasn’t much of a talker, which wasn’t a problem since Stu was perfectly capable of sustaining a conversation all by himself. After all, he’d done most of the talking since last night. And all along the way he narrated the sights they saw, of trees leaning on houses, and branches strewn across the road.
They could now put an image to the crashing noise they heard last night, that woke Stu up from his dream of flying his helicopter back to rescue a dozen other Olivers. A tree had fallen on their neighbours.
They got to the beach and Martin told the boys to be sensible and not be cajoled into doing dangerous things. Stu was hardly listening to his father as his eyes were scanning the shore below. It seemed like many of the students had gotten there before them, but Stu was looking in particular for Vered. Except he had no idea what Vered looked like in person, so he had to get his phone out to look up that boy’s profile. Eventually he spotted a potential Vered across the street. ‘Is that him?’ A kid awkwardly standing alone, check. Carrying frog boots, check. ‘Yeah that’s him alright,’ he said.
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Twin Fantasy
My Boy
mood
filler
outfit
filler
tags
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erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
hyacinth
she’s made of sweet tea & poetry
nine lives
Dazzle
hiatus
Harper Anderson
Only a few days ago Harper had been out on that same ocean. The storm had been rolling in, the sky dark and grey, the waves crashed like thunder. A warm breeze had blown through from the southern waters, there was no need for her winter wet suit. She loved the feeling of her board below her, the way the waves rocked it back and forth. It was more than relaxing for her, she felt at peace out on the ocean, completely grounded for the moments she sat there. Harper felt as the ocean started to pull out from beneath her and a smile crept across her face.
Paddling against the water, the board pressed against her chest. Quick steps brought herself to her feet and caught one last great wave beneath her as the board sliced through the water. Harper looked up and saw that a tunnel started to form behind her, the way the ocean acted before a storm could never compare to anything else. Harper felt at peace and it was a nice way for her to spend time outside of the house before she was stuck in it for twenty-four hours. The salt water splashed at her face as the wave came to an end, the last spurts before the liveliness gave up below her.
Harper dismounted from her board, tucking it up under her arm before leaving the water, she stuck it up right in the sand, plopping herself down onto the dunes. She wrapped her towel around her shoulders, trying to ring the ocean water out of her hair. Her eyes watching the horizon, the clouds were rolling in now it wouldn't be long before the thunder began and the rain starting pouring.
Even so, she saw someone out on that same water she had just left, someone just as crazy as her to be out before that storm, someone that looked just as home as she had out on that same ocean.
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The Aftermath
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Harper's night didn't go as badly as she had expected, Hayden had spent the night over at Liz's to avoid another night home with their father. However, to Harper's advantage, Luca had spent the night locked away in his room, only wandering out to get another six-pack from the fridge. Even so, she spent most of her time over at the Andrews', just in case her fathers tune changed as quick as the storm.
Waking up to the rather still after storm air, she rolled over in her bed to plenty of twitter notifications of the news that school had been canceled for the day. Being the most shocking news of the day to her, as the school rarely closed for bad weather. There had been times she had to walk through three feet of snow with Hayden, just to make it to school because the committee had decided it wasn't safe for buses to travel, but they couldn't just cancel school for that small inconvenience. Harper had to listen to Sawyer complain about her wet jeans throughout the rest of the day after that one.
Harper rolled out of bed, realizing that despite the school's cancellation of classes, there was still the expectation of both schools helping to cleanup the beach after the fateful night. Many had lost power with the fallen trees hitting the power lines, she could only imagine what the beach looked like.
Harper didn't mind, she would happily take any chance she could get to go to the beach, especially in place of school. And Harper, as ridiculous as she thought she sounded, felt like she owed the beach and ocean something, after it gave her the feeling of peace and its grounding nature.
Harper put her hair up in a high ponytail, before throwing on her favorite thick sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. This was one of the first real cold days that they had experienced this year. For Harper, anything below fifty was just too cold. She picked up her keys from the hook beside her bedroom door before heading to her car.
Harper drove by Liz's, picking up Hayden on the way. She had politely offered to give Liz a ride, but was happy when she declined. Harper wasn't the biggest fan of most of Hayden's friends, but Liz wasn't the worst friend he could of made at the end of the day. Still, that didn't mean Harper wanted to make time for Liz, she had her own friends that she was much more inclined to spend time with.
The ride to the beach wasn't long, but the flooded roads didn't make it quick or easy, but they made it all the same.
Harper and Hayden hopped out of the car, each heading their own separate directions. Harper, took a moment to breath in the sea air before closing the door of her car. Her lips curved into a smile as she saw Max standing out by the water, till she caught sight of what he was looking at. A beached Pilot whale, Harper sighed, one of the downsides to the rough water from the storm. The poor whale was stuck, barely able to move, and they had been separated from its pod, its family. She couldn't have imagined being separated from her brother.
Harper closed the door of her civic, hurrying down the beach to Max, waving to get his attention. She signed quickly, but rather rough. 'How long?' As she gestured towards the whale on the ground. This was not what she had expected from a beach clean up day, she figured they would be picking up drift wood, and plastic that had washed ashore, not a whole washed up whale. Even in all her years at Parish Point, she had never seen anything like that.
"What should we do??" She quickly spoke looking at the whale, barely anyone had shown up yet. Anyone who was there, wouldn't have been much help to the cause... She quickly turned around signing sorry to Max. 'More people get here.' Harper spoke over the words she signed to Max. "We need more help. We can't do this even with Hayden's help." She stopped signing, as the only word she could remember was help in that moment.
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Only a few days ago Harper had been out on that same ocean. The storm had been rolling in, the sky dark and grey, the waves crashed like thunder. A warm breeze had blown through from the southern waters, there was no need for her winter wet suit. She loved the feeling of her board below her, the way the waves rocked it back and forth. It was more than relaxing for her, she felt at peace out on the ocean, completely grounded for the moments she sat there. Harper felt as the ocean started to pull out from beneath her and a smile crept across her face.
Paddling against the water, the board pressed against her chest. Quick steps brought herself to her feet and caught one last great wave beneath her as the board sliced through the water. Harper looked up and saw that a tunnel started to form behind her, the way the ocean acted before a storm could never compare to anything else. Harper felt at peace and it was a nice way for her to spend time outside of the house before she was stuck in it for twenty-four hours. The salt water splashed at her face as the wave came to an end, the last spurts before the liveliness gave up below her.
Harper dismounted from her board, tucking it up under her arm before leaving the water, she stuck it up right in the sand, plopping herself down onto the dunes. She wrapped her towel around her shoulders, trying to ring the ocean water out of her hair. Her eyes watching the horizon, the clouds were rolling in now it wouldn't be long before the thunder began and the rain starting pouring.
Even so, she saw someone out on that same water she had just left, someone just as crazy as her to be out before that storm, someone that looked just as home as she had out on that same ocean.
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The Aftermath
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Harper's night didn't go as badly as she had expected, Hayden had spent the night over at Liz's to avoid another night home with their father. However, to Harper's advantage, Luca had spent the night locked away in his room, only wandering out to get another six-pack from the fridge. Even so, she spent most of her time over at the Andrews', just in case her fathers tune changed as quick as the storm.
Waking up to the rather still after storm air, she rolled over in her bed to plenty of twitter notifications of the news that school had been canceled for the day. Being the most shocking news of the day to her, as the school rarely closed for bad weather. There had been times she had to walk through three feet of snow with Hayden, just to make it to school because the committee had decided it wasn't safe for buses to travel, but they couldn't just cancel school for that small inconvenience. Harper had to listen to Sawyer complain about her wet jeans throughout the rest of the day after that one.
Harper rolled out of bed, realizing that despite the school's cancellation of classes, there was still the expectation of both schools helping to cleanup the beach after the fateful night. Many had lost power with the fallen trees hitting the power lines, she could only imagine what the beach looked like.
Harper didn't mind, she would happily take any chance she could get to go to the beach, especially in place of school. And Harper, as ridiculous as she thought she sounded, felt like she owed the beach and ocean something, after it gave her the feeling of peace and its grounding nature.
Harper put her hair up in a high ponytail, before throwing on her favorite thick sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. This was one of the first real cold days that they had experienced this year. For Harper, anything below fifty was just too cold. She picked up her keys from the hook beside her bedroom door before heading to her car.
Harper drove by Liz's, picking up Hayden on the way. She had politely offered to give Liz a ride, but was happy when she declined. Harper wasn't the biggest fan of most of Hayden's friends, but Liz wasn't the worst friend he could of made at the end of the day. Still, that didn't mean Harper wanted to make time for Liz, she had her own friends that she was much more inclined to spend time with.
The ride to the beach wasn't long, but the flooded roads didn't make it quick or easy, but they made it all the same.
Harper and Hayden hopped out of the car, each heading their own separate directions. Harper, took a moment to breath in the sea air before closing the door of her car. Her lips curved into a smile as she saw Max standing out by the water, till she caught sight of what he was looking at. A beached Pilot whale, Harper sighed, one of the downsides to the rough water from the storm. The poor whale was stuck, barely able to move, and they had been separated from its pod, its family. She couldn't have imagined being separated from her brother.
Harper closed the door of her civic, hurrying down the beach to Max, waving to get his attention. She signed quickly, but rather rough. 'How long?' As she gestured towards the whale on the ground. This was not what she had expected from a beach clean up day, she figured they would be picking up drift wood, and plastic that had washed ashore, not a whole washed up whale. Even in all her years at Parish Point, she had never seen anything like that.
"What should we do??" She quickly spoke looking at the whale, barely anyone had shown up yet. Anyone who was there, wouldn't have been much help to the cause... She quickly turned around signing sorry to Max. 'More people get here.' Harper spoke over the words she signed to Max. "We need more help. We can't do this even with Hayden's help." She stopped signing, as the only word she could remember was help in that moment.
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i am confusion
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KingofAesir
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Sawyer
"Well alrighty, Aphrodite."
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Almost as quickly as Sawyer had sent the text, Hyacinth was sliding into the car next to her. It was odd, the way she moved, Sawyer didn’t think she’d ever seen anyone manage to gracefully sit in a low riding car like this one. But Hyacinth was like magic or something anyway, so she supposed it was only natural. Hyacinth reached over the console to hug her and Sawyer was surrounded by such an intensely powerful flowery smell that it made her head spin. It didn’t leave when Hya sat back in her seat either, and Sawyer was kind of just sitting there for a moment before her smile returned and she was putting the car back in drive. That was weird. She shook her head and suddenly felt the need to sneeze. Jesus. Sawyer chuckled as she put the car into motion.
“Good morning and excuse me. Your fairy flower aura made me sneeze.” Sawyer laughed again, hiding the slightly embarrassed tone in her voice. Her entire car smelled like a flower field from heaven and Sawyer couldn’t escape the almost intoxicating scent. Again, magic. She needed fresh air before she started giggling or something dumb like that. She couldn’t exactly pull down the top because it was still slightly raining, but what she could do was roll down the window. That’s exactly what Sawyer did, sticking her free hand out the now open window and letting the slow drizzle of the rain hit her open palm. The smell of rain mingled with whatever heaven perfume Hyacinth had put on that morning and Sawyer’s head finally quit it’s spinning and she was able to regain her composure. Her phone lit up with a DM from Twitter on her knee and Sawyer only briefly glanced at it to see that it was from Zach. She rolled her eyes and responded quickly before returning her hand to the outside.
“I like this kind of drizzly weather.” Sawyer spoke softly, “It’s calming.” The car moved off the road to Hyacinth’s house and Sawyer took a turn back into town. Her hand stayed outside of the car as they cruised through the center of town down toward the beach. The sight looked just about as pleasant as Sawyer had thought it would. There was trash everywhere, chairs and tables overturned in the sand and there was the whole damn whale that she had seen people talking about on Twitter. It was a mess that could potentially take all day to even make a dent in. Sawyer wondered if the Mayor expected a bunch of teenagers to finish all of this in one day or if she actually had some brains in her head. While Hyacinth was definitely one of the good ones, there were quite a few people from Hartfield that she couldn’t stand and she knew a few Parish Bay kids that felt the exact same way. Of course there was also that demon of a child, Ivy. Sawyer shivered at the very thought of the Russian hell spawn and decided she would try to avoid her at all cost. She didn’t think Hyacinth would like it very much if she beat up a fourteen year old on the beach. Sawyer’s own thoughts startled her. Why was she concerned about that? Evie came to her mind, mocking her about her wanting Hyacinth to be her girlfriend on Twitter and she simply shook the thought away. Nope. Not happening right now, Andrews. We’re here to clean, not make moves.
“This place is a mess.” Sawyer pulled the car to a stop, but made no motion to leave. She turned to Hyacinth, “We’re gonna be here all damn day. I was hoping you could show me that place you found the other day, but I guess that is now out of the question.” Sawyer was almost pouting. She had been looking forward to that.
“Damnit. How bout saving those whales, huh?” This was actually about to suck a lot.
“Good morning and excuse me. Your fairy flower aura made me sneeze.” Sawyer laughed again, hiding the slightly embarrassed tone in her voice. Her entire car smelled like a flower field from heaven and Sawyer couldn’t escape the almost intoxicating scent. Again, magic. She needed fresh air before she started giggling or something dumb like that. She couldn’t exactly pull down the top because it was still slightly raining, but what she could do was roll down the window. That’s exactly what Sawyer did, sticking her free hand out the now open window and letting the slow drizzle of the rain hit her open palm. The smell of rain mingled with whatever heaven perfume Hyacinth had put on that morning and Sawyer’s head finally quit it’s spinning and she was able to regain her composure. Her phone lit up with a DM from Twitter on her knee and Sawyer only briefly glanced at it to see that it was from Zach. She rolled her eyes and responded quickly before returning her hand to the outside.
“I like this kind of drizzly weather.” Sawyer spoke softly, “It’s calming.” The car moved off the road to Hyacinth’s house and Sawyer took a turn back into town. Her hand stayed outside of the car as they cruised through the center of town down toward the beach. The sight looked just about as pleasant as Sawyer had thought it would. There was trash everywhere, chairs and tables overturned in the sand and there was the whole damn whale that she had seen people talking about on Twitter. It was a mess that could potentially take all day to even make a dent in. Sawyer wondered if the Mayor expected a bunch of teenagers to finish all of this in one day or if she actually had some brains in her head. While Hyacinth was definitely one of the good ones, there were quite a few people from Hartfield that she couldn’t stand and she knew a few Parish Bay kids that felt the exact same way. Of course there was also that demon of a child, Ivy. Sawyer shivered at the very thought of the Russian hell spawn and decided she would try to avoid her at all cost. She didn’t think Hyacinth would like it very much if she beat up a fourteen year old on the beach. Sawyer’s own thoughts startled her. Why was she concerned about that? Evie came to her mind, mocking her about her wanting Hyacinth to be her girlfriend on Twitter and she simply shook the thought away. Nope. Not happening right now, Andrews. We’re here to clean, not make moves.
“This place is a mess.” Sawyer pulled the car to a stop, but made no motion to leave. She turned to Hyacinth, “We’re gonna be here all damn day. I was hoping you could show me that place you found the other day, but I guess that is now out of the question.” Sawyer was almost pouting. She had been looking forward to that.
“Damnit. How bout saving those whales, huh?” This was actually about to suck a lot.
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Dakiest Dak their is
Jack Hamilton
They say that rain falling on a metal roof is suppose to help you fall asleep, along with the sound of rainfall. Jack have pulled all-nighters. The lightning didn't help with the fact that Jack couldn't sleep. Lightning to illuminate the room he was sleeping, and thunder that crackled so loud it was like an explosion going off right in front of his window. He stared at the celling. Flashes of light and the crackle of thunder had kept Jack up all night. It was only by some chance that jack had passed out around 2am.
The next morning he had opened his eyes to an alert that said that school was cancelled. Jack laid his head back down and tried to fall back asleep. The rain kept him awake. After a few minutes he had opened up his phone and checked twitter. He checked it before he went to bed and had some fun talking to the new people. He saw that people were talking about going to the beach to help clean it up. This would be a perfect chance to meet the locals. Hell maybe he could find some people to actually enjoy spending time with. It was just his brother and him living there. He loved his brother but he definitely was the annoying one.
Some chump charges had landed both him and his brother here in this remote town. Jack climbed out of his bed and crawled over to his closet. He grabbed a light grey hoodie, a pair of jeans and walked out of the door to the living room. It was big, huge some would say. The couch was in the middle facing a fireplace with a 85 inch TV on the wall. The open kitchen was right next to it. Marble countertops and mahogany cabinets lined the walls, with a floating island in it. Jack opened up the fridge. No food. Forgot that both jack and his brother forgot to go grocery shopping. Looks like Jack and his brother weren't eating till they went shopping.
With that Jack was out the door. He opened up his google maps app and tried to navigate to the beach. It wouldn't open up. Looks like Jack is gonna have to do it the old fashion way. He trudge down the road. After about an hour of wondering he went to the one place he knew he could get some assistance. Good ol' twitter. It was by luck that someone was trying to find people and bring them down to the beach. He asked a couple times but was ignored. He shrugged it off and kept looking. It was when some girl named Juliet had asked if anyone needed a ride. Jack had answered. "Sweet. Got a ride."
He had stepped in a puddle and got some water in his boot. Jack ignored it. Some water wasn't going to kill him. His wandering around aimlessly was done. She was gonna come and pick him up. He stopped at an intersection with a drug store and convenience store. He found a dry place to sit and chilled on twitter. 30 minutes passed. Still no car. There was another person that had was on twitter. He waved. She asked if he needed a ride. Jack waved it off. He did promise to get a ride from Juliet.
After an hour of waiting, a camery pulled up. He looked and saw Juliet. When Jack saw her, his heart went Ba-dump, Ba-dump. Damn she was pretty. He took a step and the water slooshed in his boot. "Let me just dump the water out of my boot." He posted. He took off his boot and dumped out some water and put it back on. He slowly walked over to the car and opened the door. "First. Hi! I'm Jack! Second I'm so sorry. I literally moved here yesterday. So I didn't really have that much time to get to find my way around. So I really do appreciate it, and thank you." He said with a smile on his face. It was a kind smile, like he would give his mother when she was home. "I gotta say, your pretty gutsy for driving in all this weather." Jack said looking out the window.
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One Time Luck
Brandon Lightwood
Parish point. This town was pretty much everything Brandon had known all his life and called it his home since his birth. There was barely anything about the town’s geography that was unknown to him. Storms came and went often, leaving behind a trail of mess and sometimes, destruction. This time was not going to be much different, he thought to himself, as winds and lightning raged outside his window. He had been practicing his jump shots on the court when the first drops had started to fall. Within a few minutes, it was pouring in buckets. As much as he wanted to continue, the thrashing he would receive from his father in that scenario, made the tradeoff appear not very appealing. He quickly clicked a picture for his Instagram and made his way back to his house.
Twitter had been blowing up for the whole day and he had decided to mute his phone for better or worse. He recalled the principle his coach had made him memorize, “No distractions on the court. None.” His home’s power and WIFI were out. Well, there were certainly going to be no distractions, he sighed to himself. The showers had continued to grow more and more, making it seem like a flash flood at times. The wind screeching against his window caused an eerie effect and he decided it was not worth staying up and braving this downpour. The Town would be a gigantic mess the next morning regardless.
The morning came quicker than anticipated as usual, and getting out of his blankets into the damp morning chill was as hard as ever for the teenager. He did successfully manage to get up within 15 minutes of the alarm, which was a major victory. He finished up the usual morning chores and took a chilling shower, before starting to dress up for school. His daily routine was interrupted by a phone chime. ‘Another tweet? Ths early?’ He thought to himself as he picked up the device and unlocked it. As he suspected, it was not a new tweet, Snap, or Insta. Rather, it was a message from the school board. Classes were canceled for the day, and all students were requested to help out in the operation to clean the beach.
Well, his day was already planned out for him. He sighed and dumped the casual tee he had in hand for his cleanup attire. Everything was a check except boots, so he borrowed his father’s. It was gonna be such a pain to walk around in them, he sighed once more. With his gear and attire good to go, he embarked toward the beach. It was just a walking distance from the coast, which partially explained why their power and internet were always at risk. The roads were messy and wet, Trees bent and broken, and leaves scattered all around. On the plus side, the air was fresh and cool, probably the best AQI since last month. As he reached his destination, he saw that there was already a bit of a crowd present. He wondered if Stu was already there. The boy owed him a major payday after he copped his whole maths assignment. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but how could he let a motherlode of M&Ms and Kitkat just walk by him.
It took him a second to realize, but most people were gathered around something. He walked a bit closer, and his eyes grew wider, “Holy Sh*t….is that a?...” He jogged to the best of his ability in those clunky boots to get closer. It was a Whale beaching for sure. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Stu and two other boys near the writhing creature as well, but his attention was completely fixed on the Whale. His hand immediately went to his smartphone and he dialed up the Whale rescue hotline, being greeted by a generic voice on the other end, “Hello, I am calling from Parish point. I would like to report a Whale beaching…”
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Stu
Stu had committed the cardinal sin of forgetting he was in America, and looking right when he ought to have looked left before running across to Vered. The milk truck, tumbling down the hill at full speed, came a hair’s breadth from taking the boy under its wheels. It swerved a little to miss him, and the angry driver was shouting up a storm in a foreign language as he flew by.
To the great relief of the town at large, the boy yet lived--and Parish Point was not so abruptly deprived of its number 1 source of free Kit Kats. His dog Benny hadn’t been so lucky crossing the street, and he was swept up into puppy heaven by a milk-hauling vehicle of a similar order. Its eight-year-old human bestie became so traumatised that he didn’t see the sun again for a week, passing endless hours aching from a Vitamin D deficiency with his little blonde head sandwiched between two pillows, and crying Benny, Benny, please come back, Benny please.
Having himself narrowly escaped Benny’s fate, Stu greeted Vered with a half-baked attempt at a fist bump which instead dissipated into an incoherent flutter. His eyes were immediately drawn to those Frogboots that boy was carrying. They looked so silly as to put a grin on his face--in before he remembered that they were actually meant for his own feet. So the joke was actually on him.
Vered said: That’s a whale. Stu’s eyes sparked a fireworks display at the sound of those words. ‘What whale?’ he replied cocking his head, like an inquisitive puppy expressing its wonder at an unfamiliar command. For lack of an immediate answer he asked Vered again, this time more emphatically. ‘What whale?!’
As if he'd only just now gathered the meaning of ‘whale’, or as if he'd had subconsciously to repeat the word several times in his head to arrive at its significance, Stu dropped everything he was holding, his backpack among them, and hoisted himself over the railing separating them from the beach. He nearly tipped over the other side. His wild eyes scanned the beach where the other people were gathering. Behind them was the grey lifeform once hidden from him by the unfortunate happenstance of his height. He could hear it too, the bellow of the not so deep, and it made his thin bones tremble.
Caring little for his own safety, Stu fizzled off the ledge he was on, a drop steep enough to deter smarter boys, and landed with a painful thud on the sand. In his headlong dash he didn’t even think to grab those Frogboots, so now he was kicking through the beach in his good sneakers and feeling the sand rubbing between his toes.
The boy scrambled over to the crowd, taking it for granted that his new friends Oliver and Vered might still follow him. In all the proceedings, he paid neither attention to Oliver, who had turned cannibalistic and was feasting on his own hand, nor to the approach of Brandon, who had surely come to collect his chocolate debt. At the moment, though, Stu only cared about the whale and nothing and nobody else in the world.
Now he was among first responders on the edge of that frothy, storm-stirred sea, panting either from the run or from a surrealist realisation that he was standing an arm’s length away from that magnificent animal, the likes of which he’d never seen before in his life. Sure enough this boy found the courage to close the gap, so that he was touching the whale ever so lightly on its slithery side. ‘Where’d you come from?’ he asked the whale.
If the whale could talk, it might have said, ‘Where do you think, the sky? Of course I came from the sea, you blimmin’ idiot!’ But the whale could not talk. Instead it let out another breathless rumble which brought some blood seeping through its bruised underside, and a little tear to Stu’s eyes.
‘We’ve got to help him, please!’ he said with urgency. ‘We’ve got enough of us. . . and he’s not so big. . . Come on, we could push him!’
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Sawyer
"My head lives in the gutter."
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For the second time that morning, Sawyer found herself unable to move. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before, Hyacinth was a very affectionate person and always had been as long as Sawyer had known her. So why was she suddenly awestruck? Hyacinth was out of the car before Sawyer could blink and the second she was, Sawyer felt like just letting out the most frustrated groan she could muster. So she did, and she slammed her head against the steering wheel, staying in that position for a moment before she composed herself. It was fine. Everything was fine. Sawyer ran her hands down her face and shook her shoulders before stepping out of the car after Hya. She dealt with whatever problem Zach was having on Twitter while she was following Hyacinth. He wanted to come hide from his girlfriend and while this was slightly annoying, Sawyer wasn't going to turn him down. She should tell Hyacinth.
Sawyer looked up from her phone to her friend walking in front of her and she found her head spinning yet again. Jesus Christ. Sawyer shook her head vigorously and mumbled under her breath. "Get your head out of the gutter, dumbass." Someone glanced sideways at her and Sawyer shot them the meanest glare she could muster before hobbling to catch up with Hyacinth.
"Hya, Zach's gonna come hang out with us because he's afraid of his girlfriend." Sawyer laughed at her own joke, "I told him not to be annoying so let's hope he listens to me." Sawyer spotted one of those trash picker things in someone's hand and decided that she would much rather have that than pick up shit with her hands.
"Alex!" Sawyer called to the bespectacled boy, "Gimme that claw will you?" The dark haired boy looked up at her and only hesitated for a moment before handing her the tool and walking off to find something else to do. Sawyer grinned at her handiwork and looked over at her friend, holding the thing up triumphantly. But, they only had one. Awe, hell.
"Here. For you." Sawyer handed Hyacinth the tool with a smile. Now she just needed to find someone else to steal one from.
Sawyer looked up from her phone to her friend walking in front of her and she found her head spinning yet again. Jesus Christ. Sawyer shook her head vigorously and mumbled under her breath. "Get your head out of the gutter, dumbass." Someone glanced sideways at her and Sawyer shot them the meanest glare she could muster before hobbling to catch up with Hyacinth.
"Hya, Zach's gonna come hang out with us because he's afraid of his girlfriend." Sawyer laughed at her own joke, "I told him not to be annoying so let's hope he listens to me." Sawyer spotted one of those trash picker things in someone's hand and decided that she would much rather have that than pick up shit with her hands.
"Alex!" Sawyer called to the bespectacled boy, "Gimme that claw will you?" The dark haired boy looked up at her and only hesitated for a moment before handing her the tool and walking off to find something else to do. Sawyer grinned at her handiwork and looked over at her friend, holding the thing up triumphantly. But, they only had one. Awe, hell.
"Here. For you." Sawyer handed Hyacinth the tool with a smile. Now she just needed to find someone else to steal one from.
PenguinFox
The one an' only
It was beginning to look like she was going to be sitting alone in the dark when she got a message from Hayden. He came seeking asylum and even without the rain Liz couldn't turn him down. Not that she would ever admit it but it was nice to have some company. She had been really struggling lately in coping with her mom's illness and her breakup. Feelings of unworthiness and inadequacy were constantly creeping out from the darkest regions of her mind, strangling her. Hitting things could only distract her for so long, so having Hayden's company for the night was a welcome change of pace.
The next morning all the kids in town were somehow recruited to help clean up the beach and apparently push a whale back into the ocean? Well at least school was cancelled. Liz sent a message to Ian asking if he needed a ride. She knew all about his situation with cars and was happy to help him. While her dad was a flat soda of a human being the second family he formed were pretty cool. At least, Ian was. She didn't speak to Ian's mom much, in fact it felt like that woman didn't speak much period. She assuredly spoke to Liz's dad, but the youngest daughter tended to avoid that man as much as possible.
Ian responded that some others needed to be picked up as well, which was conflicting for Liz. She knew deep down that social interaction was probably important or something, but on the other hand...did she look like a personal chauffeur for all of Parish Point? At least it was just Tatum and her boyfriend. Tatum was cool. She didn't seem to much care what others thought about her nor did she seem to care who she fought. Tatum's boyfriend was...well honestly Liz couldn't really care less. He didn't seem like a bad dude she supposed but she had no direct connection to him. He was her stepbrother's friend's boyfriend. That many degrees of separation meant she was mostly ambivalent about his existence.
When Liz pulled up to where she was picking up the couple she saw another person there. Someone she didn't recognize. She most definitely did not sign up for that. Her eyebrow arched as she studied her. She seemed young, the youngest of the five in fact. That probably meant she couldn't cause too much trouble right? "Sorry about the mess. Hey kid, I'm Liz." Her car was an old hand-me-down beater that was surprisingly reliable. Her sister Riley had taken good care of it and so it was still in a decent condition to this day. Besides the interior that is. Liz had a tendency to never clean the inside of her car, mostly because she never really expected to have anyone else inside it so why bother.
Liz's gaze drifted between each passenger for a moment before she headed off to the beach. She tuned out everything and anything going on in the car, after all she had warned them about the raccoon. Without realizing it her hands were clutching the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles were turning white. Ian noticed this but said nothing; he didn't want anyone else in the car to worry about it. Liz didn't really like being asked personal questions like 'what's wrong' as he had come to learn.
Truth be told Elizabeth Bishop was anxious. There were definitely going to be people at the beach that she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to see, but it's not like she had a choice. She just had to put on an intimidating face like usual and get through the day. As she parked she smirked in the rearview at the backseat. "Alright kiddos, we're here. Thank you for flying Air Liz, I know you didn't have many options in transportation but your patronage is appreciated. Please feel free to leave your generous hostess a tip on your way out." Liz let everyone else get out before her and remained in the car for a few moments. Her heart raced. Hopefully she would be on the other side of the beach as her, an hopefully this day passed by quickly and uneventfully. She just wanted to get back to the brewery and relax already.
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Jace Rose
Some welcome Parish Point had given him, huh? Turns out that, despite having tweeted the picture of a completely different storm, the head of the local church had actually called it. Jace almost couldn't believe it when the skies outside his dorm window had begun to darken, roiling with the telltale dark clouds of a thunderstorm. What followed was a maelstrom of almost biblical proportions. Sheets of rain pelted relentlessly against the side of the academy, sometimes seemingly blown sideways by tree felling winds. Thunder boomed throughout the town as lightning flashed menacingly overhead. The very streets ran with an impressive deluge of water, and the faithful cried out to The Lord for salvation. It was enough to open even the cynical heart of Jace Rose to the love of Christ.
Or so it may have seemed to the less perceptive observers of this mischievous outsider's Twitter feed. Within his dark dorm room Jace sat perched upon the windowsill, one of his long legs curled up to fit while the other hung idly down the side. From there he had a perfect view of the awesome display outside, the sweet smell of rain filling his senses as chilly air seeped in through the cracks. This was one boy who adored thunderstorms. Just rain by itself was already nice, painting the world with a lovely, overcast atmosphere. Throwing dark skies, rumbling thunder, and blinding lightning into the mix though? He'd have loved to spend the whole night outside if it wasn't so dangerous.
Luckily Jace had plenty to entertain him on his windowsill perch. Namely, Twitter. Social media never failed to disappoint. Be it drama, interesting conversations, spontaneous shenanigans, or even the odd boomer stumbling around. In the course of only a single night Parish Bay's residents had provided him with all of those things. From a proselytizing Carol to crazy girls pushing everyone's buttons. From nerdy kids rattling off fun facts to some jock threatening to beat them all up. From a malibu doll getting pissy for no reason to an impromptu discussion on the D&D stats of fuckbois. Parish Bay had it all. It'd given Jace more than enough to keep him entertained until he finally got tired.
Although he did still make an attempt to brave the storm at one point. Some girl named Harper had brought brownies to another girl named Sawyer. All the while there was another girl in the storm, by the name of Lulu, who had made soup. Now if there was one thing that could get Jace to risk his life in a vicious thunderstorm, it was brownies. So on an impulse he'd thrown on an overcoat, a scarf, and a pair of gloves before heading out into the stormy night. It was an interesting experience. Fun, but very cold and a little scary. The rain seemed to swirl around him while thunder shook the very air, adding an intense drama to the otherwise mundane circumstances of his endeavor. Only the periodic flashes of lightning guided his way, briefly lighting up his surroundings before once more plunging him into darkness.
The streets were practically, in some cases it seemed literally, flooding with water. What would normally have been roads had become rivers and creeks, nigh impassable for the boy with his porous tennis shoes. For a little while he continued trying to brave the storm anyways, loosely following the road from the somewhat higher ground of the forest, but after a little while of this he eventually gave up. Jace's feet were getting a little too wet, and surviving the storm wasn't the only problem for him to contend with. He had zero clue where he was actually going. Enticing as the idea of abruptly showing up for soup and brownies was, he didn't really want to get lost in a storm. So Jace made his way back, shooting off a few more tweets once he was safely dripping all over the academy's floors.
A night well spent, by his reckoning.
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Jace never thought he'd see the day when a school actually closed due to a thunderstorm. He'd thought for sure that he was gonna have to show up for class in the morning, especially since he was living on campus. Luckily the mayor seemed to have other ideas. He couldn't miss the posters as he headed for the academy cafeteria that morning, its garish colors and bold font announcing the mass conscription of teenagers into government service. As if Jace was gonna show up to some boring community cleanup day. Already his mind was swirling with ideas for how he was going to dodge the draft. It was practically a day off, an opportunity to go exploring around town. What was left of it, at least.
It was when he had sat down with his french toast and orange juice, however, that all those plans changed. Naturally he opened up Twitter the moment he had a free hand to do so, taking a sip of his drink with one hand while checking his feed with the other. What he saw there caused him to almost choke on the sweet citrus as it went down his throat. As orange juice tried to burn its way into the wrong pipe, Jace did a double take, re-reading his feed with disbelief. There was a whale on the beach?!
As soon as he was done coughing up OJ, Jace wolfed down the rest of his breakfast, chugging the remainder of his drink on the way out the door. There was no way he was going to miss this. A brief visit to his dorm saw him throwing on an overcoat and scarf, in different colors this time, as well as stuffing a pair of gloves into his coat pocket. He didn't really expect he was going to use them, they were nice gloves, but he might as well bring them along. Just in case.
Unfortunately Google Maps didn't seem to be working that morning. At least not consistently. So as he stepped out into the chilly, rain scented air, the boy had to consign himself to the fact that he was going to be slightly lost. Again. Luckily the weather wasn't nearly as difficult this time around. In fact it was downright pleasant. The one thing Jace loved more than thunderstorms was drizzle. A nice, soft drizzle that sprinkled down from the sky and brought out all the color in his surroundings. It provided a lovely backdrop as the boy made his way into town, carefully navigating alongside streets still running with water and trying to figure out just where he was. A brief foray onto Twitter had gotten him a little bit of advice, that he might be able to find a map in a gift shop, but that was the trouble. He couldn't even find a gift shop.
Somewhere along the line Jace decided to change strategies. He'd somehow wound up in a residential area despite actively looking for shops, witnessing firsthand just how much destruction the storm had caused. It was while he was walking by one house in particular, watching with morbid curiosity how a tree branch had been driven through its window, that it occurred to him he ought to try something different. Google Maps may not have been working, but his phone also had a compass function. All he'd have to do was head East and he ought to hit the coast from there. So that's what Jace did, making his way East along whatever streets were suitable until he hit the beach.
Jace must've looked out of place as he stepped out onto that long stretch of sand. A tall, blonde boy, far overdressed for community service on the beach. He wore a beige overcoat and black shirt paired with dark blue jeans. A light gray scarf sat wrapped around his neck while dark brown gloves poked slightly out of his coat's right pocket. Not the type of gloves one would use for picking up trash either. Finally the boy was wearing black tennis shoes of an expensive looking kind. A kind that didn't look terribly resistant to water nor sand.
Jace didn't mind though. He didn't mind the slightly damp, slightly scratchy feeling of wet sand getting into his socks. He'd always liked walking on the beach. He didn't mind the chilly, sea spray laced wind tousling his hair. It smelled nice and felt refreshing against his face. Besides, there was something much more interesting occupying his attention. There it was, laying out on the beach as it bellowed at the bystanders around it. A whale. Smaller than he'd expected, but if Twitter was to be believed that was probably a good thing. A larger whale might've died before he could show up.
The boy, likely totally unfamiliar to everyone else on the beach, sidled in between the bystanders as he approached the beached leviathan. Possessed by a curious fascination, he slowly strode up to it, his path bringing him past a few others and right up alongside a couple kids who were trying to push it back towards the ocean. In that moment, however, he only had eyes for the whale. Stepping right up next to its head, Jace slowly knelt down, his own head tilting slightly as he stared back into one of its massive eyes.
It was thrilling. To be so close to such a creature, seeing it literally eye-to-eye. He'd never imagined he might have such an encounter. There was something equally somber about the circumstances, however. The dilated pupils, the labored breathing, and... was that blood? Jace didn't know very much about whales, but it didn't seem like this one was in a very good state. That guy on Twitter wasn't kidding. For at least a few moments, though, the boy's icy blue gaze remained fixed on the beast next to him. There was something about the atmosphere that made him want to linger there, trying to empathize with the magnificent creature next to him.
@PeopleNearTheWhale
Some welcome Parish Point had given him, huh? Turns out that, despite having tweeted the picture of a completely different storm, the head of the local church had actually called it. Jace almost couldn't believe it when the skies outside his dorm window had begun to darken, roiling with the telltale dark clouds of a thunderstorm. What followed was a maelstrom of almost biblical proportions. Sheets of rain pelted relentlessly against the side of the academy, sometimes seemingly blown sideways by tree felling winds. Thunder boomed throughout the town as lightning flashed menacingly overhead. The very streets ran with an impressive deluge of water, and the faithful cried out to The Lord for salvation. It was enough to open even the cynical heart of Jace Rose to the love of Christ.
Or so it may have seemed to the less perceptive observers of this mischievous outsider's Twitter feed. Within his dark dorm room Jace sat perched upon the windowsill, one of his long legs curled up to fit while the other hung idly down the side. From there he had a perfect view of the awesome display outside, the sweet smell of rain filling his senses as chilly air seeped in through the cracks. This was one boy who adored thunderstorms. Just rain by itself was already nice, painting the world with a lovely, overcast atmosphere. Throwing dark skies, rumbling thunder, and blinding lightning into the mix though? He'd have loved to spend the whole night outside if it wasn't so dangerous.
Luckily Jace had plenty to entertain him on his windowsill perch. Namely, Twitter. Social media never failed to disappoint. Be it drama, interesting conversations, spontaneous shenanigans, or even the odd boomer stumbling around. In the course of only a single night Parish Bay's residents had provided him with all of those things. From a proselytizing Carol to crazy girls pushing everyone's buttons. From nerdy kids rattling off fun facts to some jock threatening to beat them all up. From a malibu doll getting pissy for no reason to an impromptu discussion on the D&D stats of fuckbois. Parish Bay had it all. It'd given Jace more than enough to keep him entertained until he finally got tired.
Although he did still make an attempt to brave the storm at one point. Some girl named Harper had brought brownies to another girl named Sawyer. All the while there was another girl in the storm, by the name of Lulu, who had made soup. Now if there was one thing that could get Jace to risk his life in a vicious thunderstorm, it was brownies. So on an impulse he'd thrown on an overcoat, a scarf, and a pair of gloves before heading out into the stormy night. It was an interesting experience. Fun, but very cold and a little scary. The rain seemed to swirl around him while thunder shook the very air, adding an intense drama to the otherwise mundane circumstances of his endeavor. Only the periodic flashes of lightning guided his way, briefly lighting up his surroundings before once more plunging him into darkness.
The streets were practically, in some cases it seemed literally, flooding with water. What would normally have been roads had become rivers and creeks, nigh impassable for the boy with his porous tennis shoes. For a little while he continued trying to brave the storm anyways, loosely following the road from the somewhat higher ground of the forest, but after a little while of this he eventually gave up. Jace's feet were getting a little too wet, and surviving the storm wasn't the only problem for him to contend with. He had zero clue where he was actually going. Enticing as the idea of abruptly showing up for soup and brownies was, he didn't really want to get lost in a storm. So Jace made his way back, shooting off a few more tweets once he was safely dripping all over the academy's floors.
A night well spent, by his reckoning.
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Jace never thought he'd see the day when a school actually closed due to a thunderstorm. He'd thought for sure that he was gonna have to show up for class in the morning, especially since he was living on campus. Luckily the mayor seemed to have other ideas. He couldn't miss the posters as he headed for the academy cafeteria that morning, its garish colors and bold font announcing the mass conscription of teenagers into government service. As if Jace was gonna show up to some boring community cleanup day. Already his mind was swirling with ideas for how he was going to dodge the draft. It was practically a day off, an opportunity to go exploring around town. What was left of it, at least.
It was when he had sat down with his french toast and orange juice, however, that all those plans changed. Naturally he opened up Twitter the moment he had a free hand to do so, taking a sip of his drink with one hand while checking his feed with the other. What he saw there caused him to almost choke on the sweet citrus as it went down his throat. As orange juice tried to burn its way into the wrong pipe, Jace did a double take, re-reading his feed with disbelief. There was a whale on the beach?!
As soon as he was done coughing up OJ, Jace wolfed down the rest of his breakfast, chugging the remainder of his drink on the way out the door. There was no way he was going to miss this. A brief visit to his dorm saw him throwing on an overcoat and scarf, in different colors this time, as well as stuffing a pair of gloves into his coat pocket. He didn't really expect he was going to use them, they were nice gloves, but he might as well bring them along. Just in case.
Unfortunately Google Maps didn't seem to be working that morning. At least not consistently. So as he stepped out into the chilly, rain scented air, the boy had to consign himself to the fact that he was going to be slightly lost. Again. Luckily the weather wasn't nearly as difficult this time around. In fact it was downright pleasant. The one thing Jace loved more than thunderstorms was drizzle. A nice, soft drizzle that sprinkled down from the sky and brought out all the color in his surroundings. It provided a lovely backdrop as the boy made his way into town, carefully navigating alongside streets still running with water and trying to figure out just where he was. A brief foray onto Twitter had gotten him a little bit of advice, that he might be able to find a map in a gift shop, but that was the trouble. He couldn't even find a gift shop.
Somewhere along the line Jace decided to change strategies. He'd somehow wound up in a residential area despite actively looking for shops, witnessing firsthand just how much destruction the storm had caused. It was while he was walking by one house in particular, watching with morbid curiosity how a tree branch had been driven through its window, that it occurred to him he ought to try something different. Google Maps may not have been working, but his phone also had a compass function. All he'd have to do was head East and he ought to hit the coast from there. So that's what Jace did, making his way East along whatever streets were suitable until he hit the beach.
Jace must've looked out of place as he stepped out onto that long stretch of sand. A tall, blonde boy, far overdressed for community service on the beach. He wore a beige overcoat and black shirt paired with dark blue jeans. A light gray scarf sat wrapped around his neck while dark brown gloves poked slightly out of his coat's right pocket. Not the type of gloves one would use for picking up trash either. Finally the boy was wearing black tennis shoes of an expensive looking kind. A kind that didn't look terribly resistant to water nor sand.
Jace didn't mind though. He didn't mind the slightly damp, slightly scratchy feeling of wet sand getting into his socks. He'd always liked walking on the beach. He didn't mind the chilly, sea spray laced wind tousling his hair. It smelled nice and felt refreshing against his face. Besides, there was something much more interesting occupying his attention. There it was, laying out on the beach as it bellowed at the bystanders around it. A whale. Smaller than he'd expected, but if Twitter was to be believed that was probably a good thing. A larger whale might've died before he could show up.
The boy, likely totally unfamiliar to everyone else on the beach, sidled in between the bystanders as he approached the beached leviathan. Possessed by a curious fascination, he slowly strode up to it, his path bringing him past a few others and right up alongside a couple kids who were trying to push it back towards the ocean. In that moment, however, he only had eyes for the whale. Stepping right up next to its head, Jace slowly knelt down, his own head tilting slightly as he stared back into one of its massive eyes.
It was thrilling. To be so close to such a creature, seeing it literally eye-to-eye. He'd never imagined he might have such an encounter. There was something equally somber about the circumstances, however. The dilated pupils, the labored breathing, and... was that blood? Jace didn't know very much about whales, but it didn't seem like this one was in a very good state. That guy on Twitter wasn't kidding. For at least a few moments, though, the boy's icy blue gaze remained fixed on the beast next to him. There was something about the atmosphere that made him want to linger there, trying to empathize with the magnificent creature next to him.
@PeopleNearTheWhale
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The next morning Tatum had thought everything was going to go well. School had been cancelled and all that was expected of the students was to do beach clean-up. Through Twitter Tatum had discovered a whale had been beached, but that her boyfriend had decided to pick a fight with her friend. When she had confronted him all he could do was act like he had done nothing wrong even after she had asked him to be nice to Colby. Now, Zach was acting as if he had never done wrong all because Colby had mentioned her. The anger continued to grow and fester within her as she watched him constantly type away on Twitter and ignoring the problem that was right in front of him. How could he act like there was nothing wrong? How could he act like she was overreacting? At least she found out Liz was the one driving her and the group to the beach.
She had realized the girl Ashely that didn’t live far away from her needed a ride and had offered for the girl to join her. When Liz arrived, Tatum had made sure to pay no attention to Zach. She wasn’t giving in this time. Not without a real fight. She had been silent besides Twitter and the second that Zach’s dumb friend had called her a slur she had expected him to come to her defense and he hadn’t, and that had set off a whole new issue within her. As soon as Liz parked Tatum waited for Ashley to leave before she slammed the door and stormed off. She wanted to be as far from Zach as possible. He after all decided that defending her wasn’t important. What kind of person decided that they didn’t need to defend who they were dating? After all the defending she did of him? Tatum could feel the anger coursing through her veins and she was ready to fight not only Zach, but anyone who crossed her.
Her eyes glanced along the beach and she saw everyone was gathered around the whale, and none of the adults were helping. What was wrong with the town? Adults not willingly helping a dying animal, but instead poking it. The town was full of idiots and people who couldn’t tell the difference between right and left. She felt bad for the small group of kids that most would classify as nerds, they would need far more man-power than just them to get a whale back into the ocean. All she could do was wait for her friends to arrive so she could have another set of people possibly help with the whale, but also so she could avoid dealing with Zach. Overall, this day at the beach was turning out to be less than ideal.
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