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Post by Jessie Bannon on Jun 17, 2008 0:59:20 GMT -5
She lifted her head, looking to where he was pointing. "Alright" she said softly, pulling her hood further over her head. She walked ahead of him, quite eager to get out of the rain. She stepped down the stairs into the dugout and sat down on the bench, staring out at the large puddles that were starting to form from the rain.
"I hope it doesn't flood" she said randomly.
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Post by Holden Miller on Jun 17, 2008 1:10:46 GMT -5
Holden walked a little more slowly than Jessie had. By the time he reached the dugout he was soaked through but didn't mind. The rain smelled good and felt nice against his skin. He walked down the small stairs into the dugout and stayed near the entrance to better watch the rainfall.
"If it starts to we'll make a run for Welton," Holden said, they would notice right away if it was going to flood.
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Post by Jessie Bannon on Jun 17, 2008 1:13:04 GMT -5
Jessie looked over at him, watching as water dripped off of him and onto the ground. She shook her head, looking away from him. How he could stand being that wet was beyond her. She turned her head and began wringing out her wet hair, keeping her gaze out at the rain.
"Oh yeah, that will be fun" she said with a soft laugh, shaking her head to get rid of the last bits of water. She hated having wet hair. It always made the red in her hair more vibrant than before. Pulling some wet locks out of her face, Jessie looked over at him once more, raising an eyebrow. "So why you being nice to me?" she asked curiously.
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Post by Holden Miller on Jun 17, 2008 1:21:32 GMT -5
Holden didn't even think much about him being wet. He figured it was because he didn't really care. The rain was still coming down pretty hard from the sky and he heard thunder rumbling. "I hope it doesn't flood, this is supposed to be a Welton free weekend," Holden said. "I don't want to spend it indoors."
He turned around and looked at Jessie when she asked her second question. Holden had already thought about this but he wasn't ecxactly sure if it was the reason. "I'm not really sure," he said honestly. "Maybe it's the storm, maybe I'm sick of fighting, you decide."
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