10-23-2012, 09:21 AM
OOC: *pets Claudius*
IC:
The frenzy of activity in response to the hurricane didn't seem to be slowing. Rushing around, tending to the victims of the weather with a bank of knowledge which seemed less substantial every time she tried to quantify it, Everly had to ward off the feeling of not being quite able to catch her breath. She clung to her duties doggedly, even when they threatened to overwhelm her, hoping that following through with her purpose would be enough to anchor her to the ground.
Before coming to AniWaya Everly hadn't had much to do with buildings aside from sheltering in them. The Town Hall was certainly an adequate shelter but it also seemed to be something of a beacon. Ev paused before entering, gathering herself, taking a mental count of supplies and trying to prepare herself for what she might encounter within the sturdy walls.
Mingled with the smell of blood and other scents which seemed to have been trailed in from the wind and rain was one which Everly recognised as belonging to a leader, and when her eyes found him, he appeared to be in a bad way. The chocolate pointed female made a beeline for the pale figure, sinking into a crouch beside him and speaking in a weary but clear voice. “Can you hear me? My name's Everly. I'm going to help you out.” Or try to, at least. Everly's intangible grip on her purpose tightened.
(241 words)
IC:
The frenzy of activity in response to the hurricane didn't seem to be slowing. Rushing around, tending to the victims of the weather with a bank of knowledge which seemed less substantial every time she tried to quantify it, Everly had to ward off the feeling of not being quite able to catch her breath. She clung to her duties doggedly, even when they threatened to overwhelm her, hoping that following through with her purpose would be enough to anchor her to the ground.
Before coming to AniWaya Everly hadn't had much to do with buildings aside from sheltering in them. The Town Hall was certainly an adequate shelter but it also seemed to be something of a beacon. Ev paused before entering, gathering herself, taking a mental count of supplies and trying to prepare herself for what she might encounter within the sturdy walls.
Mingled with the smell of blood and other scents which seemed to have been trailed in from the wind and rain was one which Everly recognised as belonging to a leader, and when her eyes found him, he appeared to be in a bad way. The chocolate pointed female made a beeline for the pale figure, sinking into a crouch beside him and speaking in a weary but clear voice. “Can you hear me? My name's Everly. I'm going to help you out.” Or try to, at least. Everly's intangible grip on her purpose tightened.
(241 words)