Close Quarters

Alister Callow · 09-27-2012, 04:13 PM

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OOC He's got mild hypothermia, he should warm up in a bit and shouldn't be in any danger -- and he'll def let her know

Being in the storm with Aro had been...Well, interesting. After the conflict with Sidra he'd been a little anxious when the Sole ordered them to separate, grouping the tawny and the bi-colored man together. Luckily the hurricane made it difficult to talk, and they were forced to work together by the tempestuous winds and torrential rain. His shield had some scars on the front from falling debris, and his arm remained stiff and sore from the impact. He was soaked from head to tail and his cloak hung heavy and damp about his broad frame. Rain droplets shimmered and dripped from his mane the front clinging to his forehead. Alister's limbs were heavy and wearily he forced himself through the courthouse doors. When they slammed shut behind him he doubled over, clinging to his side as a sudden coughing fit descended upon him. His eyes watered and when he straightened he had to pant for breath.

He glanced at Hadley and Amatha, glad at least that they were safe before he made his way to the second level. The cries of horses and his packmates rushing to seal leaking windows were muffled in his water logged ears. He wanted to help them, all of them, but he was just so weak. The storm had taken much out of him, and he had little energy to spare. Each step felt like a lifetime, and the journey back had been just as grueling. He was shivering, and his steps were clumsy. The wolfdog nearly tripped going down the stairs, luckily, he was able to catch himself before he fell. He waved off anyone that tried to help him, and made his way to one of the rooms.

He hadn't a room of his own yet so he figured one of the storage rooms would provide shelter to wait out the storm. But at this time he could have settled for anywhere. He was just so tired. Fatigue weighed him down and as he reached the door he had to stop and catch his breath. Why was this so hard? There were no winds to hinder him, save a gust that shot out from one of the windows. The boards had long since flown off, as hastily as it had been down. If he had any sense he would have tried to block the leak, but his thoughts were muddled. He didn't think to knock on the door and opened it.

The room was cramped with little space, and within that space sat a gold and sable pelted woman. Sidra. His eyes widened in surprise, "Oh...Sidra...I..er..sorry, I'll just..." He was still shivering, the wind from the window serving to chill him all over again, and his words were broken and breathy. Before he could leave the room the door slammed shut before him. Clumsily he fumbled at the handle, but the door wouldn't budge. He tugged harder, but still nothing. Brows furrowing he paused, coughing before he resumed. When it still didn't come free he turned to the leopard woman, his expression apologetic. "I can't open it...It's jammed" He tugged on it one more time, but it just wouldn't move.

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