#philly:event

[cassandraxwilson]

Location: Interstate Drafthouse

Well, this was just great. Out of all the places to be when the evacuation orders came in, they just had to be in Fishtown. Both she and Alex had wanted to try to make it home, but by the time they got outside, the weather was too far gone. They had ended up with a handful of other evacuees in a bar - which might not seem like a bad thing. Except that Cassidy was also there. And Cooper. Perfect. Fucking. Perfect.

If she hadn’t been so worried about the horses, who in all likelihood were currently safer than she was, she might have thought about having a drink. As it was, she was so caught up in worry about the horses, being miserable at being stuck in the same building as Cassidy without being able to talk to him, and being terrified of the storm outside, that all she could manage for the time being was sitting in a far corner of the room out of the way. Down on the floor, with her knees up to her chest, she merely watched the other occupants mill around restlessly until her eyes focused on a pair of feet that had stopped in front of her.

[nathangarrett]

Location: Interstate Drafthouse

To say that he was irritated would be the understatement of the year if you asked Nathan about how he was truly feeling about this kind of lock down. If there was one thing he hated it was this - being stuck somewhere he didn’t want to be with nothing he could do about it. Whether it was that deeply implemented fear of being stuck in any sense of the word, the man wasn’t sure but right now he was trying to make the best of it. At least he had some friends there who’d found shelter here along with him which was enough to lift his spirits for now. 

The fact that he had service was another thing that put him more at ease and Nathan was too focused on texting back those who’d been concerned about his well-being to realize that a box was currently blocking his way as he paced and it sent the usually rather graceful man tripping and stumbling until he regained his footing. While he let out a string of curses and kicked the box aside in frustration, his eyes connected with a bystander and he was quick to shoot them a rather embarrassed smile. “Shit - listen, the world’s ending out there and I don’t wanna go down in history as the idiot that tripped over a goddamn box when he wasn’t even wasted in the bar he was stuck in so...you didn’t see a damn thing, deal?”

[ms-katrina-scott]

Kat ✉ ↪ Beau

Kat: See? This is what happens when you decide not to sleepover

Kat: We get seperated. And it's shitty

[cassidy-bolton]

Location: Interstate Drafthouse

Cassidy’s grip tightened around his cell phone as he stared down at the screen rereading the texts from his sister.

Mia: Sex without feelings agreement. Mia: Turns out he can't fuck without getting attached. Mia: You know the romcoms always have the girl catching feelings, they don't warn you about the dickwad guys

 The man stood there murmuring curse words to himself, his body shaking from the sheer anger coursing through his body as he thought about Cooper, his so-called best friend fucking his sister.  It especially pissed him off when he thought about Cooper trying to take the high moral ground when it came to Cassandra all the while hooking up with Mia.  There were lines one does not cross.  Slowly breathing in through his nostrils, he tried to remain calm for the sake of his children and all the people around him yet his jaw tightened and he could feel the heat across his face.

Already irritable from not having a hit in over twenty-four hours let alone a cigarette, his eyes glanced over towards Cooper in Daniel’s vicinity and something in him just snapped.  Cassidy weaved through the small crowd of people and as he approached Cooper, he balled his hand into a fist and suckered punch him.  “You’re fucking my sister?”  He questioned.  “You’re such a fucking asshole! You know that?”  The anger radiated off Cassidy as people around him gasped and stood in shock by what was taking place. @cooper-ward @dxn-bolton

[phillyxalix-blog]

Location:  Interstate Drafthouse

Through gritted teeth, Ali slammed a fist on the jammed door, biting back his English and falling into a string of swears in his native tongue, largely for the sake of the others trapped in the building with him. The struggling had been going on among them for a few minutes now, sloshing around in rising water, trying to get the door open. More water clung to his face and hair from an earlier venture outdoors, pasting it to his cheeks in long, dripping strands. He grunted now, taking a step back before leaning against the wall and giving a low sigh. 

A leak in the ceiling sent a droplet of water directly onto his forehead, earning another low noise of irritation. Just water. You work on a boat for god’ssake. Still, perhaps it was the claustrophobia, the feeling of drowning. Ali glanced at the ceiling, to the room above where people were now huddling. 

“I don’t think it’s gonna budge,” he mumbled softly, falling back to catch his breath. He gnawed on his lower lip, shaking himself out like a dog. The burly man shivered at that, trying largely in vain to dry himself out. Another droplet of water came down and landed squarely on his nose; it just about set him over the edge. “A jinn is out to get me...” He took the moment with that to take a few steps away from his cohorts, largely in an effort to compose himself. 

[jaxflores]

It wasn’t the time for jokes. But Jax surpassed a safe level of boredom about an hour after the library lockdown, and now he was restless. The energy in the room was weird, everyone’s panic was too loud for him to take a nap, and he found a marker. It was a dangerous combination — on that led Jax to what was quite possibly the only quiet corner of the library. It was occupied by someone who appeared to be sleeping soundly, and after a (very) short debate, he decided to occupy himself. Uncapping the marker, he silently knelt and put his art skills to work on the unfortunate sleeping soul’s forehead. Those were party rules — you fall asleep first, you get the marker. It wasn’t his best work — but after after thirty seconds, there was a highlighter yellow penis on the other’s forehead and a smiley face on the cheek. Barely visible — he hadn’t thought to look for a darker color. Taking a step back to examine his artwork, he heard a light footfall behind him. Whirling around, he dropped the marker and held his hands up in surrender. “Wasn’t me.” He mouthed, marker lamely clunking to the ground behind him.

[frankierobbins]

Frankie had packed only the essentials-- and by essentials that meant she’d taken her guitar and as much junk food as she’d been able to stuff into her bag before Lark had ushered her out of their door and to the university. See? Essentials.

It was starting to get a little uncomfortable, though. The panic within the crowd had grown palpable and she’d overheard more than her fair share of sobbing voicemails to loved ones they couldn’t reach. The time of playing acoustic versions of crude rap songs had come to an unfortunate end, even if her version of Get Low had earned her a bag of Cheetos and $2.12 made entirely of dimes and pennies. But boredom was rearing its ugly head and she’d lost Lark somewhere in the crowd hours ago (not to mention all the crying was seriously bumming her out), so she hopped up onto a table and pulled an untouched bag of Cool Ranch Doritos from her bag, holding it over her head like a glorified Rafiki. “Hi, yes, excuse me,” she addressed loudly to the crowd. “I have this delicious, unopened bag of Dorito-y goodness up for grabs to the first person that can trade me for some alcohol. There’s got to be at least one other degenerate in here that’s got something to work with. Come find me.”

[johnwintersx]

Location: University of Pennsylvania Library

“Oh - come on!” John wasn’t one who easily lost his temper normally but considering the circumstances, he really was feeling quite on the edge. With the power going in and out, he was doing his best to gather as many things from the vending machines as he could so he could save some of the snacks for those who were evacuated and a pack of chips for himself in case he’d end up needing it. It really was the least he could do, he was sure of it but the lack of supplies and pending loss of electricity didn’t exactly help the situation. With an agitated sigh, John let his fist collide with the side of the machine, hoping it’d be enough to get the chocolate bar that was currently stuck. “You’d think that those pesky little things would at least give you a break in times of a crisis but no such luck,” he huffed before turning to a bystander. “Are you hungry though? I managed to get some packs of peanuts and chips from another machine and am planning on giving them away. I hate that there isn’t more I can do but I feel like we’re all just doing our best right now,” the professor mused.