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| Hurricane Azure; relief, refugee shelter | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 5 2011, 02:03 PM (252 Views) | |
| Ammy | Apr 5 2011, 02:03 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]Refugee Centre wednesday, summer 4th, year 09[/align] The Mayor has opened his doors to any and all who seek shelter from the storm, quipping that “finally we get to use all of these empty rooms.” As the date of the hurricane’s arrival approached, the manor was converted into an all-out refugee shelter, unnecessary furniture has been pushed to the side and any dead or potentially dangerous trees have been removed from his expansive garden. Storm shutters have been erected upon many of the windows and eventually the doors to the mansion are bolted shut once the winds get too high for it to be safe. The inside of the manor is like it’s never been seen before, rather than fancy decorations, cheap sleeping bags have been rolled out. Every so often someone comes out bearing water, and handing out snacks. Meals will be provided, and candles once the power goes out, as all energy from the generator goes to powering the refrigerators in the kitchen. As always, the Mayor himself can be seen tending to his guests, asking them how they are, though he is dressed down considerably. Refugees are encouraged to bring their own survival supplies so there is more to go around, and to stay on the bottom floor of the mansion. |
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| Ammy | Apr 13 2011, 03:29 AM Post #2 |
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[dohtml][align=center]L A R U E S<br> summer 4th, year 09 | 9:00 a.m.<br> tag; open![/align]<br>She showed up at the door with Lady’s leash clutched in her hands. Her brow was set, jaw clenched in determination as she stared her father in the eye, defiant. “They might not allow pets. We could be stuck out in the storm because of her.” He reached forward, about to tug the leash out of her hands when Adrienne pulled back sharply.<br><br> “I’m not leaving without her.” She tightened her grip on the leash, her knuckles went white.<br><br> “Adrienne.” Cyrus frowned, his brow raised. There wasn’t time for this, even now he could hear the rain pounding the streets outside of their home, and they were wasting time.<br><br> “Papa.” Adrienne didn’t budge.<br><br> A moment passed, as both father and daughter refused to give in. Throughout the argument, Lady sat between them, content to drift off every so often only to be jolted back into reality by a flash of lightning. Eventually, the thunder grew so long she began to whine. Cyrus glanced down at her, and sighed heavily through his nose. “Alright,” he relented, “she can come.”<br><br> Adrienne swayed forward, looking as if she was going to hug her father until she remembered she was cross with him, and stopped herself. “… Let’s go, then.” A quick jerk of her leash and Lady was up, and the family was off to the manor. Cyrus pulled Adrienne towards him, wincing as the rain hit them at full force. They had survived hurricanes before, they had lived on the ocean for a good chunk of their lives, but that didn’t mean he took them lightly. He had seen what hurricanes could do.<br><br> “C’mon, we can’t stop,” he muttered, ushering the dog and girl along. There was the niggling thought in the back of his mind that he wasn’t sure where Skye was at that moment, one that he pushed away. She could take care of herself, as far as he was concerned he was a father first. And a dog-owner, he supposed.<br><br> “Iknow.” Adrienne whined, rubbing her eye with her free hand. “The wind just hurts my eyes. I forgot how bad storms were…”<br><br> Me too. Though the worst problem he always had was breathing, as the wind beat around them, he always felt like the breath was being stolen from his lungs. He could see the manor in the distance; the halls that had always been the locations of their festivals were now shelter. Thank God for that, too. Cyrus had never had much of an opinion on the Mayor, thinking him a little too jolly for him to spend much time with, but if he was kind enough to open his home during the hurricane… well, he was getting his vote next time there was an election.<br><br> Finally, they were within the gardens. Someone must have seen the three of them coming as the door was opened the second they reached the steps to the front door. They were pulled in and offered warm blankets, Adrienne huddled close to the fire in the main room, Lady happily curled up beside her. Cyrus sighed, and draped the blanket around his shoulders. Please let it be the same Obsidian it was yesterday, he thought, frowning to himself. He leaned against a wall, glancing around at the others in the room. [/dohtml] |
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| BwavoBunny | May 23 2011, 07:56 PM Post #3 |
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I'm the Doctor, I'm worse than anyone's aunt!
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Tag: Irene, Adrienne, & Cyrus Sitting on a sleeping bag, Rose watched the other refugees huddling together, or chatting, some rechecking their things for the umpteenth time. She was was resisting doing that herself, trying to ignore the heavy knots her stomach was in; Clint hadn't shown up yet. Surely he was fine, tucked away somewhere with Wildfire, drinking a cup of coffee, making awkward small talk with another refugee. Or he could be trapped out there in this weather. Heaving a sigh, she hugged her knees to her chest and pressed her face into them. If not for Irene, she would have gone with Clint. Irene... Lifting her head, she scanned the crowd for her sister-in-law, another knot forming out of guilt; she'd forgotten about her in the midst of her worrying. Now is not the time for self pity and needless worrying. Irene is priority...her and that cat. As she was looking for the pair, she saw a familiar frenchman and his daughter being pulled in out of the rain. Seeing as how Cyrus had married her and Clint, she had a special fondness for him, even if she didn't know him very well. "Mr. LaRue!" Waving a hand, she smiled, hoping to catch his attention. Perhaps he could help get her mind off of where her husband might be...and Adrienne would give Irene some companionship as well. Yes, this is very fortunate indeed. Though whether their large dog would do much for Tulio was still up in the air. |
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| Ricochet | May 25 2011, 04:15 AM Post #4 |
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Tag: Rose & Adri A few days ago Irene had purchased, with mainly her own money but a little bit of help from her sister-in-law as well, a harness and leash for the previously 'wild' cat. Clint had suggested to let it simply roam free and find its own shelter on higher ground, saying that it spent most of the time outside anyhow. Irene, however, was not so sold on this idea, indeed would not hear of it. She was determined to keep the feline with them, and with Rose agreeing well, he finally relented. Not that he was against it in the first place, he just found it kind of weird to have a cat on a...leash. It had been easier for her to carry the cat in the carrier on the way here anyway, plus it protected him from the rain, but she didn't want to leave him in there the whole time and was afraid of him somehow escaping outside, hence the leash. Having already put the harness on the cat before they had left, Irene, having already previously set her bag and things on the other side of Rose, carefully opened the door to the carrier and grabbed the cat as he tried to escape. Irene held onto him as the gray cat squirmed and tried to get away as she clipped the leash onto his harness. He, of course, was not fond of either said object. As soon as Irene released a hold on him, Tulio jumped from her lap and took off running. Irene jerked forward then, with a laugh and a grin, held tightly to the handle of the leash as she ran forward and tried to keep up with the cat while directing him away from the majority of the refugees. |
| Ulysses & Trey Sloane | Clint Allen | Irene Parker | Wyatt Tanner | |
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| Ammy | Jun 8 2011, 10:24 PM Post #5 |
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[dohtml][align=center]L A R U E S<br> summer 4th, year 09 | 9:00 a.m.<br> tag; open![/align]<br> The wind howled against the windows, and blew until the beams of the house themselves began to grown. Adrienne’s eyes flitted towards the ceiling; she braced herself against Lady like she was prepared for the walls to come crashing down on them. Cyrus noted her gaze and slid down the wall so he was more at her level. “Scared?” he asked. There was a challenge in his tone, one he used to use when she was little when he wanted her to listen to him. Every LaRue loved a bit of competition, and Adrienne was no exception. Her eyes turned to him, and she gave a little shake of her head.<br><br> “No. Are you?”<br><br> He laughed softly, and rested his head against the wall. “Of course not.” As he spoke a clap of thunder shook the foundation of the house, and the whole room seemed to tense. When the shock of it wore off, Cyrus relaxed against the wall and laughed again. “Well, maybe a little.”<br><br> Adrienne giggled, and with her hand reached back to rub along the white beast’s back. “Lady’ll protect us~” she proclaimed cheerily, the dog chimed in with a bark that turned a few heads.<br><br> To be honest, they were both used to this weather. You didn’t live your whole life on the ocean and not learn how to deal with a few thunderclaps and wind, not to mention everything seemed about ten times more frantic in the cabin of a ship. Houses like this were rooted, it would take a tornado, perhaps worse, to do so much as rip off the roof. Ships, on the other hand, tossed and turned and even if they came out no worse for wear, you got a few bruises on the ride. So, really, this was a cakewalk compared to their past experiences.<br><br> But Cyrus wasn’t exactly one to treat a storm lightly, that would be the day the weather got the best of him.<br><br> “Mister LaRue!” For a brief moment he thought it might have been Skye, but he knew almost right away that she wouldn’t call him by his last name. Not to mention the accent. He wasn’t surprised when he saw a flash of red hair before Rosealye emerged from the crowd, smiling. Cyrus straightened, his weight still against the wall so his leg didn’t fuss. “Fancy meeting you here,” he said, returning her smile. “Are you alone?” There was no sign of the cowboy, or even Irene.<br><br> “Is Irene here?” Adrienne jumped up from her seat. [/dohtml] |
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