notadumbass (notadumbass) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-16 17:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed (15), !plot (25), ~lydia martin, ~stiles stilinski |
Who: Lydia and Stiles
What: Meeting up under tough circumstances
When: During the storm
Where: In Cas' trailer.
Warnings: Probably not.
Stiles had survived his first week in the Carnival, his first site. He was actually on the road. In 1935. He was going to see somewhere new. Sure his job would be the same but he was kinda excited, just a little, to see a real change. He was staring to see the upside of his situation. In some ways it was like the most amazing field trip ever. That budding sense of delight was threatened by a building sense of dread that he couldn't explain at first. It had him scanning the horizon though. He could have just been being silly, it was easy to be paranoid but what if he wasn't?
He could see it coming, a huge black mass on the horizon. He knew what it was on sight. He'd actually kind of payed attention in history, he may have even caught The Grapes of Wrath on late night television but reading about them, seeing them in grainy black and white was poor preparation to seeing the wall of black moving steadily for him. His gear was well and truly stowed but if he saw a rope that needed tightening he tightened it. He rushed around between trucks and trailers doing what he could to help the carnival brace, his heart rushing all the time but soon he felt the choking need to get inside, the wind was starting to sting, his eyes watering.
He pulled open the first open door he could find and tumbled inside the mentalist's trailer.