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Post by Rachel Winters on Jun 11, 2014 1:29:50 GMT -6
she looks at the rain as it pours
SHE PAYS FOR THE BREAD AND SHE GOES
Rachel was always one to be prepared. A difficult pop quiz at school or a sudden change in the weather patterns were about the only things that could ever catch her off guard, and even then she studied enough that those dumb quizzes were only a tiny hurdle for her to overcome. If it was going to rain, she'd bring an umbrella. If there was a discount on dog treats at the general store, she was going to fit a spot in her sceduale to swing by and buy at least five bags of them. If the zombie apocalypse was upon them, gosh golly, she was going to be fifty feet below the surface in a one hundred percent safe bunker. That was just the kind of person she was. There was always a plan for everything. And for those few things that managed to catch her unawares, and the things that she didn't have a plan for... well, they mostly ended up with her fumbling around like an idiot and punching and kicking a wall until her fist or foot respectively had gone numb. Thankfully, these things didn't come up much.
Not so thankfully, this was one of the rare occasions that they did.
While she was an angry child, the amber-eyed girl was an obedient one. She grew upset when her parents tried to butt into her life or tell her to spend more time with Megan, her twin, but when they sent her out for chores or on errands, she rarely complained. When it came to errands that involved going out into town and picking something up, it was usually a good excuse to take Kenai out for a walk, the likes of which he much enjoyed; this would have been just another one of those errands, had it not been for the noticeable lack of the aforementioned dog. He'd been knocked out cold when she went to fetch him, and while the prospect of going out without him irked her at best, she figured she'd be heartless to not let him sleep when he wanted to. And thus, she'd stepped out of the house in plain clothes suited for a nice summer's day and – head down, eyebrows furrowed into a scowl – she'd made her way into the open arms of a city too massive for her to fathom.
That had been almost an hour ago. The walk to the paint store – stupid owner hated dogs anyway, maybe it was better that her malamute hadn't been accompanying her – had taken three fourths of that time. The time inside one sixth. The remaining five minutes had been spent exiting the store, marveling about how something wet was flopping onto her hair and arms, and coming to the realization that ten minutes was all it had taken for those clouds that were gathering to start producing a rain shower. A rain shower that was turning too swiftly into a downpour. A rain shower that she was completely unprotected against save for her mop of snow hair, a t-shirt, and shorts.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Shelter. She needed to find shelter before she got drenched and ended up catching a cold. Staying inside all day and away from the animals was not what she needed to be dealing with. Back inside the store? Pfft. No. The owner was always hanging around, and he was insufferable enough that one visit was one visit too many; he'd probably shoo her out the moment she tried to re-enter, rain or no. The teen's eyes darted across the area in search of something that wasn't a tree to shield her from Mother Nature's sudden wrath. By the time she spotted the massive, red-and-white umbrellas that were supposed to shield visitors from the sun in front of the Mapleton Theater, her hair was already sticking to the sides of her face. Giant umbrellas in front of a public place? Good enough. Anything to get out of the water droplets cascading from the heavens.
Rachel was absolutely soaked by the time her foot came skidding to a halt, the shadow of the city's favorite theater casting itself over her body. The cold she was dreading was a more likely reality, now; the chill was already setting in, and there was no way that the downpour would stop soon enough for her to run back home, change into warm clothes, and be safe from sickness' wrath. She still had a forty-five minute walk home ahead of her. Teeth clattering and body shivering, the girl huddled in on herself and muttered aloud, “Well, at least Kenai's warm and dry at home...”
Not so thankfully, this was one of the rare occasions that they did.
While she was an angry child, the amber-eyed girl was an obedient one. She grew upset when her parents tried to butt into her life or tell her to spend more time with Megan, her twin, but when they sent her out for chores or on errands, she rarely complained. When it came to errands that involved going out into town and picking something up, it was usually a good excuse to take Kenai out for a walk, the likes of which he much enjoyed; this would have been just another one of those errands, had it not been for the noticeable lack of the aforementioned dog. He'd been knocked out cold when she went to fetch him, and while the prospect of going out without him irked her at best, she figured she'd be heartless to not let him sleep when he wanted to. And thus, she'd stepped out of the house in plain clothes suited for a nice summer's day and – head down, eyebrows furrowed into a scowl – she'd made her way into the open arms of a city too massive for her to fathom.
That had been almost an hour ago. The walk to the paint store – stupid owner hated dogs anyway, maybe it was better that her malamute hadn't been accompanying her – had taken three fourths of that time. The time inside one sixth. The remaining five minutes had been spent exiting the store, marveling about how something wet was flopping onto her hair and arms, and coming to the realization that ten minutes was all it had taken for those clouds that were gathering to start producing a rain shower. A rain shower that was turning too swiftly into a downpour. A rain shower that she was completely unprotected against save for her mop of snow hair, a t-shirt, and shorts.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Shelter. She needed to find shelter before she got drenched and ended up catching a cold. Staying inside all day and away from the animals was not what she needed to be dealing with. Back inside the store? Pfft. No. The owner was always hanging around, and he was insufferable enough that one visit was one visit too many; he'd probably shoo her out the moment she tried to re-enter, rain or no. The teen's eyes darted across the area in search of something that wasn't a tree to shield her from Mother Nature's sudden wrath. By the time she spotted the massive, red-and-white umbrellas that were supposed to shield visitors from the sun in front of the Mapleton Theater, her hair was already sticking to the sides of her face. Giant umbrellas in front of a public place? Good enough. Anything to get out of the water droplets cascading from the heavens.
Rachel was absolutely soaked by the time her foot came skidding to a halt, the shadow of the city's favorite theater casting itself over her body. The cold she was dreading was a more likely reality, now; the chill was already setting in, and there was no way that the downpour would stop soon enough for her to run back home, change into warm clothes, and be safe from sickness' wrath. She still had a forty-five minute walk home ahead of her. Teeth clattering and body shivering, the girl huddled in on herself and muttered aloud, “Well, at least Kenai's warm and dry at home...”
