( into each life some rain must fall )

[bottecellie]

caught in the rain

it started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. time to find cover. nothing much to do but to wait it out.

scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i. WHERE;
001 PLAYGROUND - well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of.
004 THE BEACH - not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm.
005 WILD CARD - anyway you want it.

ii. HOW;
001 TREE - not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - most conventional... kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - not permanent, but it'll have to do. good luck.
004 BAG - well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - you know what. you're a rebel. you don't need cover. screw convention.
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it.

iii. WHY;
001 REJECTED - welp. rejection sucks. and no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - for the bus? for someone else? for some revelation? what are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - is everything going your way? are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? just singin. singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - anyway you want it.

>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use rng if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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[doctorfang]

[Rain, for Carlisle, has always been viewed as some small form of blessing. It has helped the crops grow, cooled the Earth against the most blistering forms of heat, and constantly reveals the wonders it can provide. From a doctor's standpoint, he supposes he must see it as more of a nuisance - slippery roads prompt accidents, and chilly air means more colds coming through the ER out of fear of being something far worse. And yet, not even that can alter his feelings on this sort of weather. Being caught out in it has never been something that genuinely bothers him - he harbors neither a liking, nor a disliking for this sort of weather. It is, after all, what permits them to venture outside without attracting the sort of attention they would on a sunny day.

He realizes, perhaps, that he has Esme to thank for his brighter outlike on such a cloudy, drizzly day.

It was just a slight drizzle at first, showing no need for umbrella's - with Alice gone for the weekend, they simply had to trust the local weatherman. And a casual walk in the park as husband and wife was something they haven't done in some time.

It's a shame the sudden downpour had to put a damper on that.

His sopping hair proves to be something a nuisance, constantly dropping in front of his eyes. They fight against it, finding his wife's already equally soaked form.]

Perhaps we'd best get out of here.

[maternus]

[She really doesn't mind the rain, either. Sure, she loves the sunny days and warm weather as much as the next girl, but when you can't feel the heat as well and the very vision of it causes her to stand out like a Tiffany's display... Well, one can imagine getting rather used to the darker days.

Besides. Everything always smells so much nicer when it's raining. Cleaner. Fresher. So when her soggy husband turns a waning eye towards her own dripping form, she really isn't the slightest bit put out.]

I'm sure if I catch anything you'll take good care of me.

[She's taunting him, goading ever so gently, and all the while making sure her own bangs (which are considerably longer, thank you) stay out of her own eyes.

And maybe instead of pulling him along by the hand, she can reach a free one up and comb back his own blonde mop, out of his eyes and out of his way.]

[doctorfang]

Hmm. [He gives a thoughtful sort of hum, dipping his head somewhat to help with her cause.] You hold a tempting argument, Mrs. Cullen.

[maternus]

[And just like that, the rain picks up from pouring, to downright pissing cats and dogs. Maybe living this close to Seattle wasn't the greatest idea.

Not that any of them seem to mind. Not with how it's just making Esme laugh against the 'attack' of water on her face, drenching her further and completely ruining the hard work done for her husband's hair.]

Tempting enough to stay? [Now she lifts their held hand, presses his fingers near her mouth.] You can always go in. It just means I won't get to watch you peel these soggy things off.

[She makes a little tug at his quickly soaking sweater, easily catching the light shlup of fabric against skin. No harm in the occasional tease, right? Just because they were married didn't mean they couldn't act like teenagers in mind and .. what not.]

[doctorfang]

The human charade, love. [He refuses to allow her to move their linked hands, keeping her fingers pressed to his mouth.] One of us has to keep it going. [Tempting, of course. So tempting it nearly causes what can only be a physical ache, burning in the pit of his stomach.] Of course, you can stay and frolic in the rain all you like, and I can have the enjoyment of watching you. [Before his evening shift, of course.]

[maternus]

[Shift shmift. They could do a million things in the time between now and then. Super-human speed was more than just for show sometimes. Not in public, of course. But she makes a mock sigh at his chiding. The charade they play, they charade she actually enjoys playing, tricky as it can be sometimes.

But up goes her delicate brow at his return quip, lips pulling that much wider, dimpling her cheeks. She steps in, not even tempted to try taking her hand back.]

I think it's fair enough to say we'd both be doing a bit of ... both. [Watching, undressing. You know. It isn't like they both aren't pretty much drenched by this point.]

[doctorfang]

[She's one of the few who can prompt a full smile out of him, and not just the standard charming no-teeth one he has with his patients. Mouth unfurls, teeth flash, and the faintest grooves of dimples appear in one cheek. He doesn't respond, only choosing to kiss her hand one more time, before leading further down the path.

Of course, silence is never meant to last long.]

I don't think it's even this terrible in London. [Casual small talk, meant to distract and keep them occupied. Even though he mumbles the words, there's still a certain trace of fondness as he speaks of his place of birth.]

[maternus]

[Home at least, is in the general direction. And with neither of them minding to near torrential downpour... Well, it was nice. At the very least, no one else would be likely to happen across them on their trek home.]

We should visit again soon.

[She loved London for its art. It's architecture. It's food, though she could merely sample the smells, and less the taste. It was foreign and familiar all at once. They'd been many a time over the past years, and she'd always loved it.]

[doctorfang]

I'll be on furlough the end of next month - the hospital believes they're wearing me thin. [It's not often he's given vacation time, by his own accord, or by that of the hospital, but there are times when changes have to be made. He sounds cheered, happy that her love for his original home has not diminished in the slightest.]