Rain Meme

[justformemes]

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 singing. 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.

Comments

[kyberheart]

Jyn came to learn that Yavin, much like Lah'mu, was filled with lush vegetation and fertile ground. It made her long for that tiny hut on that rain soaked planet, being able to play in the tall grass - hearing her mother call for her when it was time for supper. Even the rain reminded her of those times - that despite it, she didn't need more than a light jacket. She wondered where her mother and father were now - if there was anything after death.

Jyn found herself sitting on a durasteel crate, just barely covered by the awning of the hanger she was in. She watched as the rain came down, forming puddles, dripping down X-Wings and other aircraft. She wondered how it was possible that things had slowed down despite what was going on in the galaxy. She wondered about Cassian.

[gunpowders]

Short next to a beanpole, maybe!

[ haha get it ]

[ twain will take the umbrella from him, then. he raises it high, gives it flourish of a spin so that rain cascades off. at least for the time-being, they're both adequately covered. ]

[slapsintospace]

I want you to stay. I mean, wherever you feel like staying. But also with me. [ Having Zack's hand around his waist felt reassuring so Jason quickly leaned to give Zack a peck on the cheek. Maybe just hanging out would be enough for him to calm Zack's nerves for a while and get some sleep. Jason could only hope.

They finally got to where his bike was and Jason stared at Zack with an amused look on his face. ]

Your ride's here.

[rebellionbuilt]

Yavin was nothing like Fest - at least, what Cassian remembered, anyway. But, it had become as close to a home base as he'd ever get, despite the fact that he was off-world more than he was on it. Still, no matter where he went or what he did, he always returned (perhaps luckily so).

Whatever the reason for it, Cassian was grateful for the respite. Sometimes, it felt like he'd never find any rest ever again. So it was nice to close his eyes and let the rain lull him into as much relaxation as he'd ever allow himself. To let his mind wander ...

To wonder, as he often did (and would not admit to), about Jyn.

I don't have any 12 year old icons just IMAGINE

[onteamdyson]

[Kenzi didn't really plan for this. Twelve-year-olds don't do much planning in advance when it comes to anything in life, especially running away from home. She just couldn't take it anymore. It was too much. If she stayed in that house one more second with him, someone was going to get hurt.

So she left. Just her and a backpack full of stuff, her bear, Ziggy, safely nestled under some snacks and crumpled up dollar bills. She'd made it to the playground a few blocks away before the rain started. Wouldn't have been a big deal if she'd been older or brought an umbrella. But to someone this young, the storm is terrifying. The lightning doesn't bode well, she knows she's supposed to stay away from metal in a lightning storm. No open fields, either. No trees! That leaves the slide, as far as she's concerned. The plastic tube that twists in on itself, and the platform above, shielded by a plastic roof. It's as logical as any other hiding place.

She runs for it, crawling inside and hunkering down, pulling her knees up to her chest and watching as the rain pours down harder. She thinks she can hear something like music? It's faint but... it almost sounds like someone playing the flute. It almost sounds like it's coming from the top of the slide. If she can just... crawl up there and get to the platform with the roof...]

aren girouard | original character

[aulieu]

[blck]

Dude, I wanna stay with you.

[Zack leaned bodily into Jason's side, feeling warmer in spite of the rain with Jason showing him affection.

He looked down at the bike, then back at Jason. This kid was crazy if he really thought both of them were gonna make it anywhere on that bike without eating shit. It was a worthy challenge.]

Yeah? What do I do, sit on the handles?

[beallandendall]

[Tonight was not a good one for playing a tune, certainly not one to bother leaving Neverland for either, but he had come. His Lost Boys had dwindled in number and while he could no longer remember their names or faces, he knew when he looked across his encampment that the numbers were too few. Never mind then; there were always lost and lonely boys out there easily convinced to come on adventure with the likes of few rules save those that came from his mouth.

No one would come, he knew. Sounds was dampened in the rain, and it wasn't the kind of weather where a lad would choose to leave their safety of their home. Such a wasted trip, and yet he had taken refuge in the world of his choice under an odd plastic tree house. He had seen them before, but it was for the entertainment of children, certainly not to keep out the rain itself.

There was hardly room to move about, and his shadow was off dealing with some other items of business. There was no point returning to Neverland until that business was at an end, as he had no other manner of transport back to his island. So he listened to the sound of the rain and found a corner of the little plastic hovel a child might find fun and played his pan flute. He could hear the notes, and that was satisfying enough. It would pass the time, allow him to compose some new alluring songs. Maybe something with a little... bounce in it? Something that went against the rain that fell with obvious pattering on the plastic.

The sound of something scuffing along the attached slide was not particularly his concern. Anyone that came upon him that happened to be an adult might experience a few quick pricks after all. Children were in their beds, safe and sound and out of the rain. Or so he thought as he sat cross-legged on the platform and continued to plate, though some of his attention was on the sound coming up from the slide.]

[kyberheart]

She wondered about Cassian - and she wondered about Scarif, their friends - friends. Despite being 21, Jyn never really had any friends. Even when she was with Saw, the others knew that she wasn't just some girl from some random planet - she was the daughter of an Imperial scientist - she was different from the others despite living in the same compound and training in the same manner. So she was treated differently.

But when Jyn was "rescued" from prison, she actually made friends - but like her parents, they were gone too. But not Cassian despite - despite what was happening between them right now - this sort of...line that they've drawn - that they couldn't or wouldn't cross.

sneaks this in here like we need more threads; 3 : 6 : 2

[steelguard]

( he was supposed to meet her for lunch; like they always do on days like this, when the sun is bright overhead and the sky is the brilliant sort of blue that puts everything around it to shame, to enjoy an afternoon together without a damned care in the world.

except he got held up — blame pedestrian traffic, blame his consistent inability to keep track of time, blame whatever you want — and by the time he'd even gotten close to where they were supposed to meet, the sky had decided it wasn't feeling the whole brilliant blue thing anymore. gray clouds had slipped into place overhead, the distant rumble of thunder a threat that didn't bode well for the lightning that followed, and the first couple of raindrops had pitter-pattered over his shoulders quickly enough to soak through. by the time he finally reaches her, he looks a little bit like a giant, wet, bandana'd rat that is really sorry for both showing up late and showing up soaking wet. but mostly for showing up late. keeping her waiting.

he smiles sheepishly as he jogs up, pulling open one side of his coat for her to duck into, impossibly small against his side. ) Hey, sorry I'm late. Can you believe this weather? One second the sun's shining, the next I'm pretty sure I'm gonna drown before I get here. ( he leans down, noses at her temple. ) You okay? Cold?

[slapsintospace]

[ Jason held on tighter to Zack, pulling him closer and kissed him again before he let go.

It was more likely that they'd die from the ride than from fighting clay monsters, but he wasn't about to walk 3 hours to make it back to Angel Grove.]


Well, yeah.

[onteamdyson]

[She threw her backpack up first, still damp from the rain. It flew out of the top of the slide and landed with a dull thud. Then came one hand... and another... and then a face!

Kenzi pulled herself the rest of the way up the slide and scrambled out into the little tree house, not expecting to see a figure in the corner. She was even more surprised to find it was a figure she recognized. That outfit, that flute, that face. She gasped, suddenly beaming at the familiar face.]

Peter!

[Within seconds, she's crawling over her backpack and over to the boy to throw her arms around his neck. He's here. He's actually here! Not just in a dream, but in real life. Maybe he knew she needed him. Maybe he's here to save her and rescue her from everything she ran away from!]

What are you doing here? I'm so glad to see you!

[rebellionbuilt]

He tried not to get bogged down in those thoughts, but they were unavoidable from time to time, when it was too quiet, and the only company he had was a mind burdened by ghosts of the things that he'd done, and all in the name of the cause, memories that cut sharper than a knife, worries, fears, everything that he was able to put away when he had to. In those moments, they all came flooding back with a vengeance.

He'd like to consider Jyn a ... friend, although things had been ... different since they were both healed enough to be released from medbay, weeks after being rescued from Scarif just in the nick of time. He'd accepted the fact that he was going to die, but he thought that dying with Jyn in his arms, holding her as tightly as she was holding him ... it wasn't such a bad way to go.

But here they were. And although every atom in his body screamed to be close, he kept his distance. Maybe if he did that, she wouldn't be reminded of everything she'd lost on Jedha, Eadu, Scarif. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her any undue pain. She'd experienced more than enough in the short years of her life.

It was difficult, staying away, but ... he managed.

Tracer | Overwatch

[relativelyfast]

[beallandendall]

[The backpack was not entirely a surprise, and he could surmise by glancing at it that the object was that for a child. It was hastily packed, clearly, and it was not bulging with items that an adult would have. It was also clean, if somewhat wet. He could make his assumptions from there, especially when a small girl came clambering up to the platform with him.

Like the children that came to Neverland, they did so in their dreams. They would run and play and fly and be rascals. Girls and boys came to Neverland but only the boys were allowed to stay when he came for them. It was nothing against girls - though he had some definite ill-will towards one in particular - but he knew the mixing of genders would not create harmony where his word remained law.

She recognized him as well, meaning she had been there before. He smiled widely and welcoming, stopping his tune and dropping his pan flute to his lap to make way for her small body as she hugged him. That was not entirely an unusual reaction, though in person, he often kept a physical distance. He did not push her away.]

Escaping the rain like you, lassie. A fortuitous meeting here in this fake attempt of Neverland, yes? What are you doing so far from your bed?

[His tone was interested, welcoming. Tell him all her woes, and he would make it better. That's what Peter Pan was.]

Pandora Drake | OC

[ailuruslucidity]

Magilou | Tales of Berseria

[witchymood]

[blck]

[Even though kissing like this felt mostly wet and cold under the downpour, Zack pulled Jason back in and kissed him again for good measure. His face was cold in Zack's hands. Even though they'd probably eat shit and die on the bike, it was worth the risk to get Jason back inside as soon as possible. He was too nice for his own good.

He let go of Jason and propped himself against the handlebars.]

Alright, dude, let's do it.

[kyberheart]

She had lost so much in such a short amount of time, it left her reeling, unbalanced and unable to focus, when she thought back on each one of those people - Saw, her father, Kay, Chirrut, Baze, and Bodhi. She thought she was incapable of love for so long that when she'd finally reconciled with Saw and her father, the swelling and then the ache in her heart had been too much to bear in such a short amount of time.

She was so good at burying her emotions - her thoughts - the very essence of her - that when she was finally given the opportunity to feel something, all she felt was pain. And despite her hard exterior, all she wanted was to be held. Despite acting like she didn't need anyone, she needed someone to talk to. She thought she found that with Cassian. Maybe she was wrong.

[onteamdyson]

[As happy as she was to see him, as pleased to know that he's real, her smile faltered when he asked what she was doing out here in the rain in the middle of the night. Her bed was probably so warm and cozy and dry right now. Nothing like this cold and dampness seeping through her clothes, chilling her to the bone.

Kenzi resumed her huddled form of hugging her knees to her chest, shrugging and staring at her backpack instead of looking Pan in the eye.]

I ran away. And I'm never going back.

[beallandendall]

[When she left off her hug, he twisted enough that he could hook his flute to his belt where it would be safer. His dagger was on the other hip, but he paid it no mind as he turned back to regard her huddled up. She looked so small and tiny; there was a brief pang of remembrance of another child who had been so small and insignificant so long ago.

Still, he shifted and came to sit next to her, folding his hands in his lap and then looked up through the small hole in the roof at the dreary sky above.]

Such a sham, aren't they? Adults. [He raised an eyebrow as if to drag out the point.] Meant to take care of you, to raise you up right and never seem to do either, do they?

[reavi]

[ Jesus Christ, these kids were fuckin' retarded.

He squints at her through the cover of rain pattering on his jacket, in his eyes, and takes a hit off his vape pen. Yeah, he was miserable. The rain was picking up, he felt like a wet cat, and he was watching a miracle of warfare science bounce a ninety nine cent ball off shit. Moments like this were supposed to be rewards - obedience followed by small freedoms, reminding them of the good graces of their creators. She was a pain to direct in the field, but it got done. With or without his piss poor Spanish. His back-up was on call, but out of sight. Didn't need to agitate the girl.

He didn't have to let her screw around, truthfully. There were safeguards in place, to demobilize her if she got frisky. Maybe he was going soft on them. He lets her sit on her swing and glares back at her through the rainfall.

There's a weirdly comfortable familiarity between them. Pierce has watched them grow up, from little shits into bigger shits, with all the freaky, unnatural abilities their daddies handed down to them. Laura had always been special to him, in a fucked up way. He knew - everyone knew which bottle she came from. Dr. Rice had such hopes hung on this one. Seemed too lofty, in his opinion. There was only one end game for mutants - extinction.

When the ball bounces his way, he doesn't flinch from it ( can't encourage that kind of boundary testing ). Had to treat them like wild animals; confidence was more important than delivery. Take a taser to one of them, the rest remembered it every time you looked them in the eye. ]

Yeah'p. That's a tree. [ It's mocking, more aloud to himself than in reply. ] Y'ever hear what happens when you stand next to a tree in a lightning storm?

[ He takes another drag, studying her little face. 'Course she doesn't know; or doesn't understand, or doesn't care. Far as he could tell, those nurses just hooked her up with comic books and Mexican nursery rhymes. Probably didn't know the goddamn alphabet. ]

Guess you'll find out. G'it.

[ Kidding, of course. He nods toward the tree in assent. ]

[rebellionbuilt]

Cassian was intimately familiar with all of those sensations. He still sometimes felt as such whenever he remembered (to the best of his ability, over the years, most of his memories had faded) his family, and the night he'd lost them all. He tried not to think of Kay, the only being he'd allowed to get close to him ever, and how it had devastate him to lose him, too.

Jyn was still there with him - perhaps only in spirit, since he insisted on keeping his distance, no matter how off-kilter being apart knocked him. Her presence in the medbay with him had kept him calm during his long convalescence. Being apart only just made him feel ... lost.

Despite his best intentions, maybe he was being stubborn and holding out on prolonging the inevitable. Maybe, now that there was a little bit of time to talk, he should ... make an attempt. Maybe ... he hadn't fucked up royally, after all.

Suddenly, her comlink would light up, and it would be Cassian on the other end. "Jyn, are you there?"

Kimberly Hart/Power Rangers 2017

[prettypinkchaos]

(Open)

[kyberheart]

The Allaince had many things Saw and his group lacked - like new weapons and clean clothes. The comlink that was given to her was also new so when it lit up and she heard Cassian's voice, she practically jumped.

She spent a lot of her time on Yavin doing whatever jobs needed to be done whether they were translations or repairs to ships and weapons. She was quite handy with some tools, but most of the work she got was because she just wandered into the right place at the right time. No one really called her on her comlink - it almost felt like she was back with Saw and his group of rebels - she sometimes felt ostracized.

"I'm here," she said into her comlink after she took a few moments to gather herself. She hadn't spoken to Cassian in so long - she missed his voice.