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

[prettyawkward]

[He tugged at his hair again.]

Hampshire, actually. Well, that's where I grew up. I'm staying in...London...currently.

[That got him thinking. He wasn't sure what day it was, and he couldn't remember the last time he had been to work. They had warned him his job was on the line the last time he went missing for a few days.]

That may change...

[agapan]

Huh…you’re right. [Food goes on the table and...yes, he's looking at the cups as well as the spoons now. They're not totally matching...they're clearly part of a set, but there's differences. Important differences. Differences which caused him to (as established) look at the cups in question for a long moment. Then he completely, totally randomly, and arbitrarily picked one and casually slid the other over to Minami as if he hadn't spent the last moment asking himself do I like the tabby or the puffy white cat more and as if this wasn't actually an important question.

The answer was that he liked the tabby more, and-]

The white cat seemed more like you. [Don’t read too much into it.]

[boogiedown]

Awwwww it's adorable!

[Having squealed properly over the cuteness, Minami examines the tea. There's a few different kinds. He finally settles on lavender, spooning it into a bag.]

I would totally have a white one, if I could!

[agapan]

[Meanwhile he’s playing with his spoon, twirling it around in his fingers impatiently like it was a pencil. A little bit annoyed because it feels like Minami read too much into it - again - but it’s a cat. He likes cats.]

I’ve got one. [Sure, he’ll admit he’s got the best cat ever. (Don’t make him regret this.)] Potya. [He’s not fishing out his phone (which has a folder filled with cats) just because he’s now shoveling a random tea (he didn’t look) into a bag. This will be an adventure.] He actually kind of looks like that, except he’s got a black face.

[witchymood]

((LOL!))

[She doesn't say anything at first to Velvet's first question, because it's easier to deal with the latter part.] You think she would? I worry she'd make it all look really conservative and boooring. Really huge books and everything. [She wouldn't look as incredible as Magilou does in it, but then again who would?]

[In a minor miracle, Magilou remained quiet for a moment, lazily kicking the merry-go-round again.] Maybe just a little longer. You can head on back, I'll get there eventually. [Breaking into a school feels wrong, even for Magilou. She does have SOME limits, after all.]

[shoplifter]

[She tries to think of somewhere - anywhere, because even now, she has no clue where she's supposed to go. Kids go to orphanages if they have no parents, right? They are put up for adoption. But she's not a normal child, and it feels like it would only end in blood, sweat, and tears. Especially if the people who so often seek her out actually find her again.

He could be one of them, trying to play nice with her, get her guard down.

She remains uneasy, and her name stays behind her teeth.

Instead:]

I don't have anywhere to be. I run from bad people.

[boogiedown]

[Minami pulls his torte closer, slides Yurio's cake to him. Why yes he IS going to play Good Host! Take that.]

Potya?! I love it! You've got pictures, right?!

[Come on Yurio. No cat owner can resist sharing pictures of said cat. It is a universal law, like gravity.]

[animated]

[ God that little kiss on his nose is adorable, and it makes Charlie grin all over again. He may never stop ginning at this rate.

He slides his hand into Sam’s and follows along to his apartment. ]

[impersons]

[ And off they go to Sam's apartment.

He's more than happy to keep holding Charlie's hand all the way up, only letting go to fish his keys out of his pocket and unlock his front door. ]

Sorry, it's a bit of a mess.

[ And then he opens the door to let Charlie step in first.

The apartment isn't actually that much of a wreck, mostly with stray packing boxes here and there, stacks of books next to partially-filled shelves, but otherwise, things seem to be organized. ]

[animated]

[ Charlie really doesn’t care about the state of Sam’s living space one way or another, but when he steps in and finds it mostly well-organized, he shoots Sam a look over his shoulder. ]

“It’s a bit of a mess” my butt. I expected everything to still be buried in boxes.

[impersons]

It's at least still 40% boxes.

[ But his smile is slightly less sheepish as he steps inside, closing the door behind them. ]

I've been trying to make sure it's presentable.

[ Books... everywhere...

He really should have left a bunch of them back in Philadelphia. That would have been the smart choice. ]

[animated]

And you’ve only been in town for how long? Give yourself a little leeway.

[ Though Charlie is a bit self-conscious about dripping all over Sam’s floor, as he seems to be doing right now. He glances down at the water spots gathering around his feet with a frown. ]

Don’t suppose you’ve unpacked some towels, have you?

[impersons]

[ Psh, his carpet can handle a little water, but that doesn't mean standing around dripping is a great way to spend the rest of their date. ]

Towels I definitely have.

[ He ducks into the bathroom, reappearing with a pair of towels for them both. He brings one to Charlie, dropping it onto his hair before he unfolds his own to rub at his face and his overly-damp curls. ]

I really didn't expect to finish the evening soaking wet, I swear.

[agapan]

[The cake is stared at very suspiciously, as he takes his fork and takes a very suspicious chunk of cake.] Of course I do.

[What sort of pleb do you take him for. Anyway, in goes the cake, fork waggling in his mouth as he fishes for his phone and unlocks it. The photos app is popped open and the phone is offered to Minami. He takes the fork out with his other hand.] Fourth one down.

[Fourth folder. The other ones are, in order:

1. The most recent Grand Prix Final.
   
2. Pictures of Russia.
   
3. Pictures of Japan.
   
4. Cat.
   
5. Yuuri's shitshow ballroom adventure.
   
6. Tiger photos culled from a zoo feed.
   
7. Something involving Otabek's bike, probably.
   
8. Ice skating in general.
   
9. And other items but you get the idea.

And he waits, because the second he gets a sign he's going to probably start talking about how his cat is the best cat ever, fuck yeah.]

[animated]

Hey!

[ He tugs the towel from his head, and does his best to look indignant, but it’s undone by the way a smile still tugs at his lips. So, being the bastion of maturity he is, he sticks his tongue out at Sam before toweling himself off.

His shirt is still pretty well soaked, though his jeans are only sopping around the ankles. Small victories, he supposes. ]

Oh yeah? How did you expect to finish the evening, then?

[impersons]

[ Sam can't quite smother the fond grin that tugs at his lips when Charlie sticks his tongue out like that, because damn it, that's adorable.

He pulls off his glasses, using the edge of his towel to clean them. ]

Mostly I hoped we would come back here so you could "ooh" and "ahh" over a few things in my collection.

[ He's proud of it! And if it's something that Charlie likes too, he thought it might be a pretty nice ending to a evening out. ]

And I also hoped I might manage the courage to kiss you, but I think that's already taken care of.

[lawbreakers]

[ It’s unfair, he thinks, that she’s saying these things while pressed against him, resting her hand on his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

If he’s really honest with himself, he’s not sure where he stands on the subject of Emma Cullen. He’s slowly starting to realize that he’s been unfair to her- he knew going in that being a criminal meant there was always a chance of being caught, but after going so long without, he started to think himself above all that. Emma did her job, and she did it damn well, and he should know better than to be so venomous towards her for that.

On the other hand, she hasn’t offered him any kindness, either. Maybe that’s his own fault, but he still finds himself bristling when he thinks of how she’d always look down her nose at him like he was some wild animal in a cage for her amusement, and she found him not at all amusing.

Things are weird now, though. It’s more than just the sex, he thinks. It was the weird moments of gentleness and vulnerability that have thrown him for a loop more than anything else. ]

Why is it you hate me so much?

[ That’s not really what they need to talk about, but it’s a place to start. ]

[animated]

[ Charlie grins as he crosses the short space between them. He puts a hand on Sam’s arm, halting him from putting his glasses back on just yet. ]

I’ll be happy to “ooh” and “aah” over your book collection, but I think we should definitely revisit the kissing thing first.

[gunpoints]

[ That stops Emma cold.

It's not a question she's expected from him, nor one she feels prepared to answer — because why would she have had to?

(Other than that niggling feeling in the back of her mind that prods at her in the wake of their little tryst, that want to understand what had bubbled up between them that she still can't name for herself.

It isn't anything, she wants to insist. That it's meaningless.

... But if it didn't mean anything, she wouldn't feel so oddly conflicted, would she?)

She's quiet at first, where before it would have been something quick and immediate on the tip of her tongue.

Why does she hate him? ]

You're a criminal, Vasquez. You take advantage of people. You've made a career of stealing from others and evading the law, and you've gone and made my life that much more difficult because of it.

We stand at complete odds, and it's my job to put you in the place you've earned for yourself.

[ Because that's what she's supposed to do. ]

And any time I've spent in your presence, you've been just as cutting and cruel as I would expect a man like you to be.

[ Those digs about her husband, about the ring she'd still worn, the biting flirtation — all in the wake of such a fresh wound, it did him no favors to prod and provoke as he'd been wont to do in their face-to-face interactions in the past.

Not to say that Emma was ever kind to him, but she often layered her disdain under professionalism — until those flickering moments that he drew something equally hateful out of her in response. ]

Why wouldn't I hate you?

[impersons]

[ At least this close, Sam can see Charlie clearly, and he does like that grin, that look on the other man's face, but—

His own smile falters a little, something serious settling into his expression.

They definitely need to clear up a few things before they return to all that lovely kissing, or Sam is going to end up just as distracted as before. ]

Actually, as much as I want to get back to that, I think we should talk for a minute.

[ And because that sounds ominous, he quickly adds, ]

Nothing's wrong, I just— think I should be upfront about something first.

[ He gestures over to the couch with a small smile. ]

Have a seat?

[animated]

[ As much as Sam tries to be reassuring, Charlie can’t help but falter a little. ]

… Okay.

[ He has no idea what on earth Sam could want to talk about, but that doesn’t stop Charlie’s brain from going through every possibility in the book. (His track record with relationships is not great. Sometimes that comes back to bite him.)

But he dutifully moves to the couch and plops down, peering over at Sam. ]

What’s up?

[impersons]

[ Sam is terrible at this, so that undoubtedly doesn't make this seem less daunting, but he still goes to join Charlie on the couch, settling down beside him and replacing his glasses as he looks over at him. ]

I just...

[ He hesitates, running a hand nervously back through his damp hair. ]

This isn't something we've talked about yet, and I don't want to move forward in, well, really, any fashion until I'm honest about this.

[ He hasn't had to have this conversation with someone before, not since Reese, and that had gone exceedingly poorly, so... he's anxious. Because he likes Charlie, and past experience has shown him that this could very easily mess up a potentially great thing, so he can't help being worried.

But he also promised himself he'd never get as deeply involved as he had with Reese before making sure something like his Skill was out on the table. ]

I'm— Skilled. And I wasn't trying to mislead you by not telling you earlier, but I'd understand if that impacted whether or not you'd want to have any sort of... whatever this could be with me, so I really didn't want to move forward until you had more details about what I am.

[metades]

Oh? Are you looking for a new place around here? ( With her back to him, Adora can hardly take note of his reactions. She seems entertained, between boiling water on the stove and looking for a tea blend - black. She goes with black tea for that extra bit of energy. ) It's kind of nice, I think you might enjoy it. Then again, I'm biased on the matter -- I do live here after all.

[animated]

[ Even with all the racing Charlie’s mind is doing, he hadn’t even considered the fact that Sam might be Skilled. Surprise, surprise, he tended to leap to the absolute possibilities first.

Charlie has mixed feelings on the Skilled, or rather their politics. On the one hand, he admires them for stepping out into the world and saying “like it or not, here we are”, when the rest of the magical and otherwise supernatural community remained in shadow. On the other, there had to be a better way of doing things than latching onto control and refusing to share it.

Given how touchy a subject the Skilled were, Charlie doesn’t blame Sam for keeping it to himself as they eased into this… whatever it was, but Charlie can’t quite help the surge of relief he feels, or the way it shows as the tension goes out of his shoulders. This is… actually a good thing, as far as he’s concerned. ]

What can you do?

[ There’s a note of genuine curiosity there. ]

[impersons]

[ Sam had been partially bracing himself for something a whole lot more volatile than Charlie's actual reaction. The fact that he doesn't just up and leave or have something scathing in response helps a good deal, and he starts to unwind — tentative, hopeful, but still cautious. ]

I shapeshift.

[ He offers a hesitant smile. ]

I can look like anyone I want to.