Alright, kids! Time to get to work! The clinic is a two-story building built high into an Oak Tree. There's a ramp leading up to the first floor, though it's reduced to two supporting boards which are just wide enough to cross. The floor is mostly intact, with some boards upturned or broken. The walls are mostly intact, save for the North wall, which has a pine tree through it- we'll have to move that out before we can get any real work done. The main doorway is reduced to half it's width, having fallen in on itself. The doors are missing entirely. All windows are broken, so there's plenty of glass around to watch out for. To add to this mess, most of the second floor is water damaged, since the roof was taken clean off of the building during the hurricane. Medical supplies are thrown everywhere, though none of them are safe to use anymore.
Dated for the first. Sky's in lupus form, for now.
The storm was finally over. Finally. The pack had left the high caves in order to explore their damaged home. Sky had stayed back to help her packmates file out safely but as soon as she was sure they were alright, she headed straight for the one place she dreaded to see- The clinic. As she made the trek to the old oak tree, her chest clenched with fear and anticipation. Had it survived?
The answer was an astounding no. Upon reaching the glade surrounding the clinic, she saw just how badly it had suffered. The roof had been torn clean off, the ramp leading up to the main entrance had been torn apart and the building itself was in shambles. The main supports for the structure promised safety so long as one was careful, but she could already tell that months of hard work and dedication had been destroyed, all in one night. One storm.
With a high-pitched whine, she stepped forward, carefully creeping along the supporting boards of the torn up ramp, careful not to slip. She creeped around fallen wood and lumber, tip-toeing through broken glass and shredded metal and carefully eased her way inside through the half-fallen doorway that had once sported double doors, now an awkward looking pile of rubble. The floor was intact, mostly, so she stepped lightly through the place, depressed with what little she could find to salvage. All this work... gone. Overnight. How would she repair it? Could she repair it? One could only hope.
So she turned away from the place and headed back to the porch of it, sitting down and sighing heavily. Maybe... just maybe... her pack would help her. Maybe... it wasn't all lost. So, in that tiny window of hope, she lifted her head and howled, calling any who cared to help her with her task. The damage wasn't as bad as it looked, really- mostly exterior damage but the inside still stood relatively well, if you could ignore the tall pine which had fallen into the North wall, now cemented into the oak tree itself in the center. Could be worse, though. As her howl faded, she'd sit there, watching, waiting, hoping.
.skyfreebeezz b {font-weight:bold; color:#bbabc6; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #f0f0f0; }
.skyfreebeezz-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5e6062; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #f0f0f0; text-align:right;}
.skyfreebeezz p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;}
.skyfreebeezz {margin:0 auto; width:391px; background-color:#f0f0f0; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... beez01.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 0px 0px 200px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5e6062; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #f0f0f0; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;}
.skyfreebeezz-border1 {width:393px; border:1px solid #ffffff; margin:0 auto;}
.skyfreebeezz-line1 {width:370px; border-bottom:1px solid #dbdae0; margin:0 auto 3px auto;}
</style>
[/html]