Lola (lola_gets) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-08-27 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | lola o'connor, ringo riot, week 3 |
{ w h o } Ringo and Lola
{ w h a t } Enjoying the storm
{ w h e n } Monday evening
{ w h e r e } In some vague location near all the trailers
{ r a t i n g } TBA
{ status } In progess
Of all the common childhood fears, one of the only ones to never bother her was storms. Might've been because water stopped scaring her the moment she realized it couldn't kill her, might've just been because there was an odd serenity to the war waging up in the sky. Lola was no stranger to violence, and that could simply have made her realize that no matter how violent a storm seemed, the thunder and lightning were no true threat to her.
A crystal ball would be needed to drag the explanation from the depths of her mind. Whatever it was, Lola just accepted her enjoyment of the drumming rumbles and the exhilarating clashes. It wasn't unreasonably late, but the persistent rain had forced most sane individuals inside already. She liked that as much as she enjoyed the brightness of each lightning bolt streaking across the sky, and the hard rhythm of raindrops hitting the umbrella she was holding over her head. The flimsy thing wasn't doing much good, to be honest, the wind whipping rain into her clothes and hair, but it felt good. Lively, in a way.
And Lola needed lively sometimes. She needed that fresh feel of being alive, and the rare quiet that settled when most everyone was sleeping or tucked away in their warm, dry trailers.
With the next crack of thunder, Lola found herself smiling, ignoring the unpleasant feel of wet fabric and mud squishing beneath her shoes to instead just revel in the quiet chaos that had fallen over the area. Not expecting to see another living soul as she walked, she gave the handle of her umbrella a gentle twirl, humming quietly to herself. Even though she was gravitating back towards her trailer, she wasn't in any rush to get out of the rain.