fivenights (fivenights) wrote in awoken_rp, @ 2016-09-30 05:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: franklin rivers, character: kieran winter, rating: pg-13, status: in progress, type: private |
Date: October 30th 2031.
Time: After 10pm.
Location: Central Park West, Kieran's home.
Characters: Keiran Winter and Franklin Rivers.
Description: The Storms roll in and two friends try to cope.
Status/Rating: Private, In Progress, PG-13 in case of swears, for now.
The newer Wyrdstorms had been annoying to say the least. They always were when it came to trying to do a live broadcast. There was always something that went out when it shouldn't. Then there was the panic of trying to keep things going while keeping himself level. The last thing his audience needed was him swearing and cursing at the weather. At least the storms seemed to be having a slightly lesser effect on the electronics this time! The show had faced a few problems but largely went on, stopping early to be on the safe side. It wasn't the first time he had to do that and it wouldn't be the last time either.
Keiran had been in to see him that day which was definitely welcomed. She was one of the few people he really kept in touch with. She helped him out with the tech side of his radio station and as far as friendships went, she was the closest thing he had to a friend. He wasn't a particularly easy person to get to know and most people gave up on him pretty quickly. Which was fine by Franklin. At least he knew that those he did let into his life had earned his trust.
They had shut everything down for the weekend and made sure the power had been cut just in case the storms tripped anything over the weekend. Franklin wasn't sure how long this one was going to last. But it was always better to be safe than sorry. Once they were done, the two of them made their way to Keiran's house. Thankfully she didn't live that far away from him, and with the storms, he wanted to try and stay indoors as much as possible.
Keiran's apartment was a lot fancier than Franklin's place. That wasn't too difficult though, considering his looked as if it might fall apart at any minute. He needed to do more work on it, get it back into better shape, especially with all the storms. He took a mental note of that as he wiped his feet off and walked inside. Pulling his hood back, he took his glasses off and gave them a wipe. His hair was a deep, red, the roots thick and dark, almost black.
It was strange... That feeling he had back at home. It hadn't left him. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was alien. Every so often he could hear something. A voice. But it was like it was playing in his head. It was quiet and distant. He just hoped he wasn't going mad. He shook it off and shrugged, rubbing his hands together.
"How long do you think the storms are going to last this time?" he asked Keiran.