Location: the warehouse, July 27, midstorm
Closed starter: @finnbrooks
at first target hadn’t even realized it was storming. Tucked away in the large storeroom of the warehouse, surrounded by shelves and focused on the numbers she was counting, the sounds beyond her little bubble were nothing but white noise to her. Since the sick had been discharged from clinic, the warehouse had been receiving bags of washed blankets and clothes to store until people needed them. It wasn’t exactly hard to find places for everything or keep track of everything they were getting in. Although it was a tedious job to do inventory, so it was easy to get lost in her own thoughts.
It was mid afternoon, when she would normally take her lunch break at the café that she realized the storm was raging. With a dejected sigh, she retreated back into the storeroom, obviously it would stupid and dangerous to go out in the storm. Unfortunately, she had nothing to eat tucked away in her backpack. At least she had a book of poetry to read.
Settling into one of the chairs in the back corner of the warehouse where furniture was stored, she tried to find that zone of spaced out again. Now that she knew about the storm, it was getting harder to ignore. The louder the wind seemed and the louder the rain and hail was against the roof. With each sound, she worried about the others in town. Her housemates, the people working in the farms, the kids in the school. The only people she didn’t really worry about were the other inventory workers, since the warehouse seemed to be a rather safe place to hide.
“I’m on my break back here.” She called out when she heard footsteps, a little annoyed that someone was looking for her.
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Location: the warehouse, July 27, midstorm
Closed starter: @finnbrooks
at first target hadn’t even realized it was storming. Tucked away in the large storeroom of the warehouse, surrounded by shelves and focused on the numbers she was counting, the sounds beyond her little bubble were nothing but white noise to her. Since the sick had been discharged from clinic, the warehouse had been receiving bags of washed blankets and clothes to store until people needed them. It wasn’t exactly hard to find places for everything or keep track of everything they were getting in. Although it was a tedious job to do inventory, so it was easy to get lost in her own thoughts.
It was mid afternoon, when she would normally take her lunch break at the café that she realized the storm was raging. With a dejected sigh, she retreated back into the storeroom, obviously it would stupid and dangerous to go out in the storm. Unfortunately, she had nothing to eat tucked away in her backpack. At least she had a book of poetry to read.
Settling into one of the chairs in the back corner of the warehouse where furniture was stored, she tried to find that zone of spaced out again. Now that she knew about the storm, it was getting harder to ignore. The louder the wind seemed and the louder the rain and hail was against the roof. With each sound, she worried about the others in town. Her housemates, the people working in the farms, the kids in the school. The only people she didn’t really worry about were the other inventory workers, since the warehouse seemed to be a rather safe place to hide.
“I’m on my break back here.” She called out when she heard footsteps, a little annoyed that someone was looking for her.
"The whole town's on a break!" he calls back, trudging in through the warehouse. He's wet, uncomfortably so. The rain quickly soaked through his clothes, and Finn felt miserable. It's cold, at least. He much rather be chilly than overheat, and he sought shelter in the warehouse because that's where he had been when the storm kicked up. How lucky...
He presses forward with a frown, his dark hair framing his face and sticking to his skin from how it's now flattened to his head. He even holds his arms out in the slightest to keep the fabric of his button down and t-shirt from sticking to his skin. It isn't a fun feeling.
When he finds Target he stares at her reading a book with an arched brow. "Do you not know what's going on outside?" Finn asks, peeling the short-sleeved button down off to leave just his tee underneath on. "Or do you not care?" He wrings it out, a generous amount of water splashing on the floor beneath his feet. "Ew, it's still stuffy in here... anyway. Everyone's heading into Town Hall, but I'm not sure it's smart to try and head there now."
Target rolled her eyes with a quiet sigh hearing what’s his face call the sarcastic reply. Just because the whole town was on a break didn’t mean she wanted to be bothered. The endless counting of the same things over and over again then being stuck inside with no lunch had put her in a bad mood. If Ray had been around, he would have teased her for being hangry. With a shake of her head, she did her best to bury those old feelings and memories that kept rising to the surface.
As the lanky man came into view, she shut her book, resting it in her lap. The light wasn’t the best for reading anyway. “Of course I know what’s going on out there. Why do you think I’m hiding in here? It seems a lot safer than town hall if you ask me.”
A small laugh left her lips watching the ribbons of water slink off his shirt as he worked on wringing it out. Quickly she tried to disguise it as a cough, putting a hand over her mouth. “Let’s see if we can find you something dry to wear. You look like a drown rat.” Pushing her book back into her bag, she rose to her feet and made her way over to him. “Unless your wanna stay in those wet clothes.”













