The 5 o'clock news on Tuesday showed a blonde woman in her late forties, desperately trying to deny that fact with makeup, tight outfits and fillers, standing in front of a weather forecast screen, showing the beginnings of a category One hurricane twirling in the Gulf of Mexico. It was expected to pass Florida up with nothing more than some heavy rains and some obnoxious, but not damaging winds. Of course though, there was still the Dooms Dayers and religious nuts who took every storm as 'God's warning', that went to the stores and stocked up real good.
By Thursday, the blonde in her little, black dress and blazer was warning us in a stern tone that the hurricane was rapidly escalating into a category four, and it's path no longer appeared to be avoiding Florida. The tumbling wheel of watery fury seemed to be spinning with Florida locked dead set in it's sights, and no pity. Outside in the real world, away from the TV screen, the wind had indeed picked up, carrying newspapers, palm leaves and foliage scraps, hats that had been whisked away, and anything else it could grasp at. The rain came soon after, showering the town in chilly, heavy droplets, quickly soaking the land. Puddles were rapidly manifesting and becoming small pools, where children without supervision came to splash and play. Store owners were beginning to take precautions, like boarding up or reinforcing windows, while residents raked the store shelves, stocking up on food, bottled water, dry items such as towels and blankets, and tarps.
Come Friday, our wonderful woman news broadcaster was warning all who could to flee as far north and inland as possible. For those who couldn't, to get somewhere high and secure, to prepare for flooding and major winds that could cause destruction. According to Channel 7 local news, the storm would be on top of us come the weekend. The planes and highways were packed with fleeing state residents, all fearing the worst as the news didn't offer any relief or hope. In dear ol' Palm Hills, folks still seemed as stagnant as ever, very few people fleeing the little town. Instead, they were hunkering down with a stubbornness and the quote, "I was born in this hole, I'll die in this hole."
Friday night, things were howling. The wind beat against structural obstacles with an unrelentingly rage. Anything that wasn't nailed or secured down went flying, windows to vehicles, homes, and shops were being smashed by flying debris. The large arrow shaped sign that usually spun out front of The Dog House was cartwheeling down roads, bumping into cars or sides of buildings without so much as an apology. The rain was coming down in sideways sheets, drowning everything it could manage. The streets were effectively shallow streams at this point, coursing down the lanes and spilling over sidewalks. Most people were already holing themselves up, preparing to fight out the storm, others still buzzing around trying desperately to gather supplies, though most of the shops were closed up at this point. The sounds outside the safety of the halls were growing scarier, like some demonic animal outside raging some kind of revenge.
In Paradise, the little pool was over flowing, spilling dirty water around it's fenced lot, full of debris and litter. Anything left outside was flying around, any lawn chairs, out door decor, or mail left ungathered were gone. The thin window panes rattled and thumped with the howling wind, rain beating the sides of the pasty pink complex as if attempting to cave it in. Some neighbors were bundled up together, afraid of being alone for the battle. Debra had holed up with Hank, after some desperate convincing on Debra's part, Trixie had some beefy man cake to keep her safe in her apartment, Mark was no where to be seen, probably deep within the bowels of his apartment, tweaking the night's noises away. Brian was standing at his rattling window, curtains open - which was surprising enough on its own, the very large, dark man standing just behind the droplet soaked pane, staring out with his heavily pierced face at the marvelous chaos unraveling outside, perhaps a small smile sitting on his ringed lips. Some residents had cardboard or plywood over their windows, in attempts to reinforce the thin glass that divided them from the fury outside. The hurricane itself was supposed to hit in the night, and residents were anxiously awaiting the brunt of it, only a few hours left to prepare. The waters outside were rising, even the sidewalks going under at this point, covered by at least six inches of moving water. It lapped at the under carriages of cars, the sides of buildings, it filled and soaked the shoes of anyone unfortunate enough to be outside, and still rising steadily. It was becoming harder and harder to have vision through the downpour of rain, it was hard to see much other than blurs. People had to shout to each other to hear, and some people through the town were beginning to lose their power already.
The towns folk were becoming nervous when the wind started tugging and pushing at the smaller vehicles, the water under them seeming focused on washing them away. But, it was much too late to make an escape now. Anyone unlucky or stubborn enough to still be stuck in Palm Hills was now there for the long haul, they were in it deep.
By Thursday, the blonde in her little, black dress and blazer was warning us in a stern tone that the hurricane was rapidly escalating into a category four, and it's path no longer appeared to be avoiding Florida. The tumbling wheel of watery fury seemed to be spinning with Florida locked dead set in it's sights, and no pity. Outside in the real world, away from the TV screen, the wind had indeed picked up, carrying newspapers, palm leaves and foliage scraps, hats that had been whisked away, and anything else it could grasp at. The rain came soon after, showering the town in chilly, heavy droplets, quickly soaking the land. Puddles were rapidly manifesting and becoming small pools, where children without supervision came to splash and play. Store owners were beginning to take precautions, like boarding up or reinforcing windows, while residents raked the store shelves, stocking up on food, bottled water, dry items such as towels and blankets, and tarps.
Come Friday, our wonderful woman news broadcaster was warning all who could to flee as far north and inland as possible. For those who couldn't, to get somewhere high and secure, to prepare for flooding and major winds that could cause destruction. According to Channel 7 local news, the storm would be on top of us come the weekend. The planes and highways were packed with fleeing state residents, all fearing the worst as the news didn't offer any relief or hope. In dear ol' Palm Hills, folks still seemed as stagnant as ever, very few people fleeing the little town. Instead, they were hunkering down with a stubbornness and the quote, "I was born in this hole, I'll die in this hole."
Friday night, things were howling. The wind beat against structural obstacles with an unrelentingly rage. Anything that wasn't nailed or secured down went flying, windows to vehicles, homes, and shops were being smashed by flying debris. The large arrow shaped sign that usually spun out front of The Dog House was cartwheeling down roads, bumping into cars or sides of buildings without so much as an apology. The rain was coming down in sideways sheets, drowning everything it could manage. The streets were effectively shallow streams at this point, coursing down the lanes and spilling over sidewalks. Most people were already holing themselves up, preparing to fight out the storm, others still buzzing around trying desperately to gather supplies, though most of the shops were closed up at this point. The sounds outside the safety of the halls were growing scarier, like some demonic animal outside raging some kind of revenge.
In Paradise, the little pool was over flowing, spilling dirty water around it's fenced lot, full of debris and litter. Anything left outside was flying around, any lawn chairs, out door decor, or mail left ungathered were gone. The thin window panes rattled and thumped with the howling wind, rain beating the sides of the pasty pink complex as if attempting to cave it in. Some neighbors were bundled up together, afraid of being alone for the battle. Debra had holed up with Hank, after some desperate convincing on Debra's part, Trixie had some beefy man cake to keep her safe in her apartment, Mark was no where to be seen, probably deep within the bowels of his apartment, tweaking the night's noises away. Brian was standing at his rattling window, curtains open - which was surprising enough on its own, the very large, dark man standing just behind the droplet soaked pane, staring out with his heavily pierced face at the marvelous chaos unraveling outside, perhaps a small smile sitting on his ringed lips. Some residents had cardboard or plywood over their windows, in attempts to reinforce the thin glass that divided them from the fury outside. The hurricane itself was supposed to hit in the night, and residents were anxiously awaiting the brunt of it, only a few hours left to prepare. The waters outside were rising, even the sidewalks going under at this point, covered by at least six inches of moving water. It lapped at the under carriages of cars, the sides of buildings, it filled and soaked the shoes of anyone unfortunate enough to be outside, and still rising steadily. It was becoming harder and harder to have vision through the downpour of rain, it was hard to see much other than blurs. People had to shout to each other to hear, and some people through the town were beginning to lose their power already.
The towns folk were becoming nervous when the wind started tugging and pushing at the smaller vehicles, the water under them seeming focused on washing them away. But, it was much too late to make an escape now. Anyone unlucky or stubborn enough to still be stuck in Palm Hills was now there for the long haul, they were in it deep.
Miller had never seen a hurricane before. When he'd been in Chicago, he was used to torrential rain and heavy snow. Being by the lake guaranteed that. The thunderstorms that'd blow over could be severe at times, maybe spawn a tornado or two, but they usually passed pretty quickly. He'd heard other people going to Florida say they were curious to experience a hurricane. Miller always thought they were fucking nuts. Yet when he heard their little spot of Florida was going to get hit with one, he couldn't help but feel some of that same fatalistic curiosity that countless folks before him had.
The doomsayers and preachers always called every big storm 'Gods Warning'. How many times had they said the world was going to end? Or they randomly used numbers from whichever book to say when the apocalypse was going to come? That 'the big one' was God's punishment for mankind's sins? Miller'd never met God, nor any angels or demons. He'd had a more up close possibility of getting to do so as well, if the preachers were to be believed. Whatever people wanted to think to help them get through the day was fine but he himself had been agnostic to the point of irreverence for a long time. Maybe there was a God. Maybe there wasn't. Hurricanes were real for sure though. Something you could see, touch, feel.
Miller'd done his obligatory prep work; he didn't need a lot in terms of supplies but he stocked some up anyways. Maybe one of his neighbors would end up needing to borrow an egg or some shit. Plus, it'd look odd if he didn't do anything. He'd done what he could to prep his unit too, boarding up the window outside his apartment, regardless of what the landlord thought of him hammering nails into the side of the building. He listened to the warnings but they didn't hold much dread for him. He'd never experienced a hurricane, he didn't really know what to expect. Not like he had anywhere else to stay.
Miller watched the hurricane roll in, eyes perfectly suited for the dark. And roll in. And roll in. It was like a hungry monster, shrieking and howling at the pent up fury that had traveled all the way across the Atlantic ocean arrived to tell all the nice Floridans "fuck you muchly". The sheer power of the storm was impressive, he wouldn't deny it. The rain hurt against his skin where the wind had driven it against him and Miller had almost lost his damn hat to a gust before he'd snatched it back. After that, he'd hunkered down inside a bit, and turned the lights off to just... listen. The wind, the howling, the moaning, the creaks of the walls, the debris, the rattling glass, what sounded like Trixie fucking someone, the water... it was a sensory overload. It wasn't entirely unwelcome. It drown everything out and, for Miller, was almost like getting high.
He watched as the area began to turn into Venice, streets and sidewalks becoming small channels of fast moving water. As some of that water actually began to move the smaller cars. Miller was glad he was on the second floor; no doubt people down below weren't faring as well. The only one he really knew personally was Rowen. He didn't know her well, as yet, but he'd offered to unit share if hers had ended up flooding. There was no escaping the place now. That time had come and gone. As the power flickered and emergency lights could be seen flashing in various places in the distance, Miller stood on his balcony and just watched the natural chaos unfold for a moment.
The doomsayers and preachers always called every big storm 'Gods Warning'. How many times had they said the world was going to end? Or they randomly used numbers from whichever book to say when the apocalypse was going to come? That 'the big one' was God's punishment for mankind's sins? Miller'd never met God, nor any angels or demons. He'd had a more up close possibility of getting to do so as well, if the preachers were to be believed. Whatever people wanted to think to help them get through the day was fine but he himself had been agnostic to the point of irreverence for a long time. Maybe there was a God. Maybe there wasn't. Hurricanes were real for sure though. Something you could see, touch, feel.
Miller'd done his obligatory prep work; he didn't need a lot in terms of supplies but he stocked some up anyways. Maybe one of his neighbors would end up needing to borrow an egg or some shit. Plus, it'd look odd if he didn't do anything. He'd done what he could to prep his unit too, boarding up the window outside his apartment, regardless of what the landlord thought of him hammering nails into the side of the building. He listened to the warnings but they didn't hold much dread for him. He'd never experienced a hurricane, he didn't really know what to expect. Not like he had anywhere else to stay.
Miller watched the hurricane roll in, eyes perfectly suited for the dark. And roll in. And roll in. It was like a hungry monster, shrieking and howling at the pent up fury that had traveled all the way across the Atlantic ocean arrived to tell all the nice Floridans "fuck you muchly". The sheer power of the storm was impressive, he wouldn't deny it. The rain hurt against his skin where the wind had driven it against him and Miller had almost lost his damn hat to a gust before he'd snatched it back. After that, he'd hunkered down inside a bit, and turned the lights off to just... listen. The wind, the howling, the moaning, the creaks of the walls, the debris, the rattling glass, what sounded like Trixie fucking someone, the water... it was a sensory overload. It wasn't entirely unwelcome. It drown everything out and, for Miller, was almost like getting high.
He watched as the area began to turn into Venice, streets and sidewalks becoming small channels of fast moving water. As some of that water actually began to move the smaller cars. Miller was glad he was on the second floor; no doubt people down below weren't faring as well. The only one he really knew personally was Rowen. He didn't know her well, as yet, but he'd offered to unit share if hers had ended up flooding. There was no escaping the place now. That time had come and gone. As the power flickered and emergency lights could be seen flashing in various places in the distance, Miller stood on his balcony and just watched the natural chaos unfold for a moment.
I don't think I have enough active group members for a group RP right now. I'll need to go back through the members page and reclean out nonactive members, yet again. We'll try this a third time in the future! Sorry 
((Up to you 
. I'm willing to keep going if you wanted to and maybe some of the others will join in. Or can put it on hiatus until people can be active again/new blood joins.))
. I'm willing to keep going if you wanted to and maybe some of the others will join in. Or can put it on hiatus until people can be active again/new blood joins.))
((I'm still here, and I really want to be active, just these past couple of months have been crazy, and it'll continue for a few weeks. But when I'm ready, I'll be here.))
Grey Draven wrote:
((I'm still here, and I really want to be active, just these past couple of months have been crazy, and it'll continue for a few weeks. But when I'm ready, I'll be here.))
(Thank you for letting me know. I'll make sure not to cut ya loose then! Hope things are well for you, or at least get better soon.)
Joseph Miller wrote:
((Up to you . I'm willing to keep going if you wanted to and maybe some of the others will join in. Or can put it on hiatus until people can be active again/new blood joins.))
. I'm willing to keep going if you wanted to and maybe some of the others will join in. Or can put it on hiatus until people can be active again/new blood joins.))(I think I'll put this plot on hold for a little bit, and we can pursue smaller plots while we wait. I'm sorry about the back and forth
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((Yeah a short hiatus would be good. I finish school in 2 weeks-ish so after that I'll finally be able to go on much more )) on a random note I just realized this is in the ooc forum, maybe the others didn't realize it was the actual hurricane rp?
)) on a random note I just realized this is in the ooc forum, maybe the others didn't realize it was the actual hurricane rp?
Deathmarch419 wrote:
((Yeah a short hiatus would be good. I finish school in 2 weeks-ish so after that I'll finally be able to go on much more )) on a random note I just realized this is in the ooc forum, maybe the others didn't realize it was the actual hurricane rp?
)) on a random note I just realized this is in the ooc forum, maybe the others didn't realize it was the actual hurricane rp?((I think a hiatus is probably a good idea until exam period is over and everything! Also, I think this was actually in an IC forum and was moved to ooc for the sake of this hiatus, so it wasn't active but people didn't lose their posts))
Deathmarch419 wrote:
((Yeah a short hiatus would be good. I finish school in 2 weeks-ish so after that I'll finally be able to go on much more )) on a random note I just realized this is in the ooc forum, maybe the others didn't realize it was the actual hurricane rp?
)) on a random note I just realized this is in the ooc forum, maybe the others didn't realize it was the actual hurricane rp?Yes, Joly is right. I moved the thread to ooc for storage, for now.
I understand everyone is busy with that lame real life junk right now, no worries, I have no grudges. Just let me know when things clear up for you guys, and we can bring this back to life. Good luck on exams and in school ❤ Learn lots and don’t rip any hair out.
Ill be fully free in just 2 more weeks! (technically I'm free now just 4 exams to study for spread through the next 2 weeks) So I'll probably start posting more and more often
((Guys I’ve been having some serious problems, especially with rping. I need help with getting back into the swing of things.
I'm fully free now for the next few months, hopefully everyone else gets freed up too