Shepherd Derrial Book (i_nevermarried) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-01-14 16:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | deborah morgan, elizabeth swann, shepherd book, snow |
Any Port in a Storm [Snowed In]
(for 21, 24, Elizabeth, Connor and Deb)
Shepherd Book was coming to deeply regret his decision to leave the church. It had seemed, at the time, to be the best course of action. Only course of action really, since there wasn’t much to be done inside the building to give him any clue as to his whereabouts. Nothing to be learned by staying in one place in any case.
When he’d set out on this exploratory walk, it hadn’t been what a body would call a pleasant day, weather-wise, but it had been passable. How quickly that had changed. The snow came quick and heavy, and Book decided to head back to the church. Answers could wait for another day.
Now, he considered himself to have a fair amount of sense when it came to finding his direction in things. Nor was he so old that he couldn’t recall the turns he’d taken along the way. But Book noticed that the street names were not the ones he remembered. And in fairly short order, he came to the frustrating conclusion that he was lost.
Irritating as that was, that was not the thing to dwell on at the moment. A body wouldn’t last long in weather like this without shelter, so that became his priority. The first building he came to that looked like it was open to the public, he was going in. Maybe the folks there could give him directions back to the church, when the storm was over.
Which was exactly what he did, trudging up the snow covered stairs of what looked like a municipal building. He slipped twice, only remaining upright because of the railing. It was getting very nasty out and Book was resigning himself to a long stay at wherever this was. Most likely a library.
Whatever it was, it was definitely warmer inside than out, and he was relieved to finally push his way through the doors. It took a moment for his snow-blind eyes to adjust, and when they did, Book realize that he was definitely not in a library. He’d been in a jail or two in his time. All of them, whether on the central plants or on the rim, all of them had a certain air about them. A feel that was just part of the building itself. And that’s just what this was.
But if he was in the local jail… where were the officers of the law? There was no one behind the desk, and quiet as it was, didn’t sound like there were any other guards about either. Or prisoners for that matter. The place was abandoned? Seemed more than odd, and Shepherd Book moved only as far as the vestibule. Best to have a better handle on things before wandering into trouble that could have been anticipated.