Misty Abernathy (just_misty) wrote in instorm, @ 2017-07-08 19:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | gray lincoln, misty abernathy |
Patrolling
Who: Misty, open Gray
What: scoping out the high school
When: Early evening, July 4
Where: Stormvale High
Status: Open, ongoing
Warnings: Language
Misty had checked the interior of the school, in and out of all the classrooms, the attached buildings, and the detached art annex behind the school. There was nothing out of place, nothing to cause alarm, and nothing unusual. Which left her last stop as the bleachers. The gates had already opened for the early birds - some people liked to picnic on the football field before hand - and she expected them to be rolling in soon. The fireworks themselves wouldn't start until 9 or so but people liked to be social. Go figure. As she was climbing the stairs to start the sweep of the bleachers, there was a loud burst of feedback from the overhead loudspeakers. She flinched, ducked, and grimaced. "Shit," she swore as she glanced up toward the booth. The speakers were spitting out static now, and she could see the outlines of two people, possibly arguing over how to get things going. Shaking her head, she continued on up the steps, her eyes flicking over the bleachers - and under the bleachers - to look for anything that shouldn't be there. She didn't expect any sort of violent attack or anything in a little town like this, but even a prank could ruin someone's night so she was on the lookout for anything that would require advance set up. She was also checking out the scattering of people who'd staked out their seats already, and the handful on the field, but nothing looked like trouble. Yet, anyway. When another burst of feedback squealed out of the speakers, she glanced up at the booth again. "Get your shit together!" She yelled up at them before shoving her hands into the pockets of her uniform, strolling along the bleachers, eyes sweeping the area. |