#event:storm

[janiyahsymone]

TEXTS 📲 GARCIA-MORENOS

JANIYAH: i was hoping this was some kind of fucked up dream, but now i know this shit is real and now i’m starting to freak out [undelivered]

JANIYAH: i love you and i hope y’all are okay and somewhere safe [undelivered]

JANIYAH: and if y’all aren’t then i’ll find a way to sue all the dumbasses who said global warming isn’t real [undelivered]

[captainskie]

“I’m thinking of making a run for it. Better than being here.”

[demetrivines]

“It’s really crowded in here.” Demetri says with a sigh as he takes a swing of the bottle at hand.

[xjustsophiax-blog]

After wondering around the empty dark halls, Sophia finally found a section of the school that was empty. Sophia was happy to finally be away from all the pain and crying people. She wasn't mad at them for hurting or crying she just couldn't take it anymore. Her head was pounding. Sophia leaned her back against a closed door to the hallway and slid down to the floor. Letting her back fall beside her she reached inside pulling out her flask. Not a day went by that this baby wasn't with her. She was happy that she had a chance to fill it before she left. After taking a quick drink someone pulled the door open and she fell backwards spilling some alcohol on her shirt. "Hey!" she said loudly as she pushed herself up off the ground putting the lid back on before she spilled anymore. As soon as she brushed off the dirt and looked up noticing if was a familar face. "S-sorry -- Stupid me for sitting in front of a door I guess -- I just didn't think anyone would wonder off this far like me.." Sophia's voice shook as she spoke with her head slowly looking to the ground. She felt bad about raising her voice.

[kate-ashley]

Just a little concussion : Self Para

The last thing Kate remembered was laughing and joking around with Viola on the streets, sliding around, throwing snow. They had been headed to the high school as instructed. When she opened her eyes, adjusting to the harsh lighting, looking around to see she was in a hospital bed. The beeping of a monitor steady and it began ringing in her ears. Her head pounded, she remembered calling an ambulance, sitting up quickly, the quickness of her movements causing her to feel nauseous, she breathed in slowly. Viola had fallen first, someone came obviously. She was okay, Viola must've been okay too. At least that's what she was telling herself.

Throwing her legs over the hospital bed, she sat still, steadying herself on autopilot she walked over to the chair expecting to find her purse. It wasn't there. She looked all over the room, nothing. Well this was just great, she didn't have her phone, it was probably buried in the snow by now. Thinking back to the first time something like this had happened, the sight of blood streaming out of a strangers head after an altercation in the street, causing her to faint, hitting her head. She wasn't unfamiliar with concussions, last time she was so hoped up on pain killers she felt like flying. The hospital not unfamiliar to her, this throbbing headache would pass. She heard the wind outside the window, her heart rate quickened as she thought of the reason they were heading to the school in the first place. Where were her friends? Rose, oh god Rose. She was fine, they were fine. All at the school. She breathed in deep, she was going to find Viola, she was here, and she would be fine too.

[theriversrunwild]

Text || Cami

Eleanor: Please tell me you've stayed somewhere safe, and that you're not storm trooping somwehere outside? I'd hate to have to worry.

[brooke-b-davis]

The Storm Within || Brooke & Heath

The Dark sky hovered over Tree Hill, Brooke was on her way home with the twins in the back seat. With all of the rain puddling in the road, Brooke had to focus extra hard, but Davis dropped his bottle and began to cry making it hard for Brooke to do so.

"Shh, Baby Davis, it's okay, Mommy will get it." Her nerves on edge, Brooke pulled along the side of the road in front of the river.  Brooke unfastened her seat belt and turned around in her seat to reach for Davis's bottle; That's when she seen the headlights approching the car.

[professordanielallen]

This job will be the death of me ;; Daniel & Irma

Hunkered down on his cot after a long day of outdoor-ish festivities and babysitting the supernatural twenty-somethings, Danny was dozing on top of his unrolled sleeping bag. He had almost drifted off into unconsciousness when the first roll of thunder echoed across the campsite. Then another. And another yet. "...The fuck?" Danny grumbled. This wasn't the weather they were told to plan for. He moved to get up when a blinding light and deafening crack split through the air.

Suddenly he was on the ground and—oh good fucking God, where did that headache come from? And why was the tent spinning? Sure, he'd been drinking, but he knew his limits, and he hadn't had nearly enough to get him this fucked up. That's when he noticed it—the fucking dead weight pinning him to the ground.

"Oh," Danny's eyes grew wide in disbelief as he registered the large oak tree on top of him, and the sharp protruding branch now embedded firmly in his abdomen. "I've been impaled."