Dancing in the Rain... not (( Open ))

[Crewe]

Holly sat at the window seat of her bedroom, staring out at the storm clouds that always seemed to find her city. Her right foot hung off the edge of the seat, swinging gently. It stirred around plenty of junk, mostly clothes. Speaking of clothes, where was her jacket?

Holly slid off her perch and shivered. She'd lost her jacket somewhere in her room last night. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but Holly had problems with keeping her room clean. The floor was littered with clothes, shoes, and a few celestial bronze weapons. These she quickly picked up and stuffed in her dresser. It wouldn't do to have anyone see those; not that anyone really would.

Holly kicked a few articles of clothing around with her boot, but still couldn't find her jacket. Feeling seriously annoyed, she picked up a navy pullover and slipped it on. Warmer, but still didn't have the comfortable feel of denim. Holly crossed her arms and glared out the window, wishing herself outside. No one drove in a storm this bad; the hills of San Francisco were too slippery. Holly opened the window and let in a gust of rain. The cool water felt good against her face. She leaned against the windowsill and sighed, almost hoping a monster would attack so she could have something to do.

[Froggie!]

ooc; I hope its okay that I join.

ic: Little miss frilly decided there was nothing to do today. She wondered what Holly was up to and decided to call over. Ring, ring, ring sounded as Gingie called on the phone to her friend. She thought maybe they could go shopping or down to the ice cream shop and discuss two things, clothing and boys.

[Crewe]

OOC: No prob.

Holly heard the phone ring and slid down the banister, grabbing the phone before her mom could. She glanced at the caller ID. Gingie. Holly pulled it off the base and pressed talk, turning and leaning against the table that held the phone.
"Hey, Gingie," she said. "What's up?"

[Froggie!]

"Not much. I'm just bored and wanted to see if you wanted to do something," Gingie told Holly through the telecommunications device. She sat on her bead waiting for a reply thinking of the offer her mother had started proposing a lot. Going to some summer camp on Long Island, which just sounded boring since she'd have no friends there.

[Crewe]

Holly glanced outside, at where the rain had started to ease up. "Yeah, sure. You want my mom to drive us?" she asked. She hoped so; Holly didn't particularly like the rain. Rain clouds, yes. Rain storm? Not so much.

[Froggie!]

"Sure," Gingie agreed. "I'll meet you at the door of my house." She knew that it'd take a few minutes for Holly to get there and made her think about freshening up. Gingie put on a completely different bluse and skirt and a few make-up streak and was ready ready for Holly and her mum to arrive.

[Queen Hunter ~ Thalia]

ooc: imma joinin in too XP

Isle stretched and glanced outside. Ah, lovely a storm. No really, lovely. The short, garish point, flopped up off the couch. He slipped on his ragged sneakers, threw on a blue jacket and headed outside.

Shutting the door, he glanced up, in time for a raindrop to smack him right on the cheek. He snickered and headed down the street. He glanced around the neighborhood, wondering if there was any demigods here. He had been told San Fransisco was not a city made for demigods. So there probably weren't any others. He was let off of monster attacks easily. One look at the albino, son of Phobos, sent them running in fear with their tail between their legs.

He stretched and began whistling as he was pelted by rain and as he strolled calmly down the street. The cocky 17 year old kid, still hadnt been to Camp Half-Blood. His mother was headstrong about him staying home.

[Crewe]

Holly hung up and quickly ran to get her mom. The thought of changing out of her old jeans, scruffy white T-shirt and old blue sweatshirt never crossed her mind, except to wonder where her favorite denim jacket was again. When she hopped into the car with her mom, she sat staring out the window. She saw a tall, pale guy, maybe 17-18 or so, and raised a hand half-heartedly. Turning back around and leaning against the seat of the car, she thought about the camp her mom had told her about, but not wanted her to go to. Camp Half-Flood, or something.

[Queen Hunter ~ Thalia]

ooc: hes short

ic: Isle saw a girl waved to him as the car went by. "Odd," he muttered. Out of curiosity he followed the car. Of course he didnt keep up, he was walking. But, he saw which way it went.