Stuck in a Storm
Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
Spring storms can often appear with out little notice and last for days. They are filled with strong winds and heavy rain, which means one must halt their travel if they are able to even get outside during the downpour. Your character has found themself stuck away from home in an area with others seeking to avoid the storm. Who do they meet? What do they talk about? How do they feel about the storm?
[ A storm has resulted in your character finding themself stuck in a location with others. Who do they encounter? What conversation do they have? And how do they feel about the strong storm rolling through? ]
Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
Spring storms can often appear with out little notice and last for days. They are filled with strong winds and heavy rain, which means one must halt their travel if they are able to even get outside during the downpour. Your character has found themself stuck away from home in an area with others seeking to avoid the storm. Who do they meet? What do they talk about? How do they feel about the storm?
[ A storm has resulted in your character finding themself stuck in a location with others. Who do they encounter? What conversation do they have? And how do they feel about the strong storm rolling through? ]
Under the guise of ‘taking a trip with some friends’, Arden took on a job near the southern end of Belrea. When he’d talked about it with his parents he made sure to fabricate a story that made them believe he was simply visiting a friend’s family farm with them for the summer and enjoying the countryside. In all actuality Arden planned on working said farm for the entirety of the summer simply because the pay was good. Hours were going to be brutally long, but he could do so much more with coin there than he could in the city. By the time he came back he would have enough for a one way ticket back to Tendaji and be done with Belrea for good.
What he hadn’t accounted for were the spring rains. His ‘friend’, aka a young scruff named Davon, led the way down the country path with little more than a worn map to guide him. As the sky darkened around them, Arden found his gaze being pulled upward, squinting into the greying clouds and wondering just what kind of mess they were walking into.
“It’s just about a day away now. Bout time to take a break somewhere, right?” Seemed like Davon had noticed the weather change too, and it was leaving the Lightning lad nervous.
Arden nodded. “We’d better find someplace to bunk down before it starts. Looks like it’s gonna get bad.”
If only they’d stopped sooner. By the time either one of them had managed to find a halfway decent place to hide they were soaked through and Arden’s nerves were on edge. Each clap of thunder sent a jolt down his spine and the lightning shocked a part of him that he’d thought had long since died. A little childish part of his brain that would run to his parents during storms, but no longer. Now he was out here on his own, with some stranger he met in the city, hoping his shoes weren’t waterlogged.
They managed to find an old hunting cabin, one with enough holes in the roof to barely make it passable, but at least it got them out of the worst of it. While Davon worked to semi-patch the roof, Arden did his best to wring the water out of his clothes. Another clap of thunder had them both jumping and Davon cursed.
“Hate storms. Had this duruf when I was a kid and it ran off during one.” The way he talked was as if he was so much older than he really was, and it made Arden wonder if he sounded the same way. Had his bitterness turned him older? More jaded?
“Why are you out here Davon? Couldn’t find work in the city?”
“Couldn’t you?” He responded before plopping down beside Arden. “Ma can’t work like she used to and I’ve got two little sisters to feed. School wasn’t doing me any good so I come out here just about every summer. Send everything back to them.” When he looked up at Arden, his green eyes sparked and he smiled. “What about you?”
There was something about the honesty and love in that look that turned Arden’s insides. His reason for leaving felt so much more selfish now when compared to Davon’s so instead of telling the truth he supplied, “Just thought I’d help out.”
For a while the two of them sat in silence, keen on just listening to the rain outside. Every bit of food in that rundown shack was utterly soaked so the possibility of a fire died before it was ever conceived. After a while, though, Davon spoke up, “Hope the road doesn’t flood.”
And Arden realized that up until that moment flooding hadn’t even been a thought that crossed his mind. He’d been more concerned with the fact that he was days away from home, cold and hungry in a shack with a stranger, but now the road could be flooded with no way out. The teenager was seriously rethinking coming out here. Why didn’t he just stay closer to home? He would have earned the coin eventually. He didn’t need to be out here, not like Davon.
And spirits what a sad life that was.
“What happens if it does?”
“We just wait it out, I guess. Can’t go back, we’ve come too far.”
But oh how Arden wanted to. All it would have taken was Davon giving up for Arden to pack up his things that very moment and turn tail.
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