Who: Dorian and a Guard (NPC) What: Getting to shelter as the storm hits and Disappearing When: Late morning, July 19th [backdated] Where: The Forest, between the Forest and the Facility, the Facility Rating: Low - Peril Status: Complete
Reading was Dorian’s go-to escape these days. He used it to pass the time and to relax. The young man’s luck in making friends was poor lately. Wanting to trust someone, wanting to be affectionate was dangerous in his opinion. But thankfully three days ago, he had discovered and grown to love the hiking trail and the forest. Around 9:30am, he had set out with The Vampire Lestat under one arm and found a place under some of the trees about ten feet inside the treeline to sit and read. In his blue jeans, trainers, and heather gray t-shirt, he sat - eyes taking in each word and painting pictures in his mind.
He was in his own little world as hurricane approached - the wind picking up and the rain starting to fall. It wasn’t until the storm hit the island an hour or so after he had set out and the trees began to sway before Dorian realized the danger. Placing the ribbon marker in the book and closing it, he stood and walked to the treeline. The wind whipped at his hair, droplets of moisture hitting his face.
Caspian… Dorian whispered in his mind along the connection he shared with the telepath. Then he tucked the book underneath his arm as he looked out to see the quickly encroaching storm. The tall man began moving, though cautiously, down the hiking trail.
The further he went, the more it became apparent he would not be able to make to the Finn’s house on Justice Drive. I don’t think I can make it to the house. He continued in his mind as he now clutched the borrowed book to his chest and held the other hand up to his forehead to protect himself from any flying debris. His ID badge swung and fluttered - caught on the wind making jingling and rattling sounds.
The Facility was close. He could make it there. I’m heading to the Facility. Dorian was not afraid. The storm may be dangerous, but as long as there was shelter...he would be okay. He hoped the Finns were all okay. Continuing down the trail, he watched out for anyone else. But it seemed everyone was either in town or in their homes.
The closer he got to the Facility, Dorian saw guards ushered residents in and some of the residents using their abilities to help protect others. He wished his ability would allow him to do the same. Shaking his head, he quickened his pace until he reached the doors of the Facility where he was hurried inside.
I’m in the Facility, Caspian. Is Laura and Caitlyn safe with you? Dorian asked as he was lead to big room where others were sitting down on cots with books, snacks, and blankets.
After half an hour of standing against a wall and watching the other residents who took shelter and were settled in, Dorian felt someone grab him and pull him out of the room while the other residents were too preoccupied with the flickering lights and faint sounds of the howling wind. Then everything went black and silent for the young man for a few moments.
Then he realized he had been tossed outside. The storm raged around and upon him.