Post by Peter Jones on Jul 14, 2017 13:42:06 GMT -6
The water lapped against the docks as Peter stood on top of one of the buildings, the salty breeze rustling his clothes. The air around him brought with it the smell of an oncoming storm, and overhead, he could hear birds squawking as they flew in the opposite direction of the ocean. Whatever occurrence was on the horizon, it looked like it was going to be a big one. The news going around town said there would be a bit of time before it hit, but it was never a bad thing to start preparing now. Especially when the abandoned shelters where he and many other homeless made their homes at were located by the water.
If the waves ge' too big, i's no' gonna be good, he thought with a frown as he studied the ocean line. Jumping down from his perch and scaling the wall down towards the ground, Peter landed on the cold, stone flooring and crowed, letting his voice echo against the walls. It was the way he always got the attention from those in the shelters, and now was a good time to pull as many people together to figure out what they should do before the storm hit Gatsberry.
"Alrigh', ladies an' gen's!" Peter said as he turned his attention towards the homeless circled around him. "Storm's defini'ley comin' an' the las' place we wan'a be is by the wate'. Which means we go'ta move ev'ryone ou'." He frowned for a moment in thought, bringing his hand up to his chin while he held his elbow with the other hand. Most places weren't exactly fond of street urchins like them being anywhere near their businesses, and while places like the hospital and other public places were a little more lenient in who they took in, they were still rather hesitant to allow them shelter due to the risk of diseases or dirtying their property. It left Peter in a bit of a stump as to where they were supposed to go now, especially being that there were so many of them.
"Anyone 'ave any ideas as ta where?" he finally asked, looking around the room at the dirty faces in front of him.
If the waves ge' too big, i's no' gonna be good, he thought with a frown as he studied the ocean line. Jumping down from his perch and scaling the wall down towards the ground, Peter landed on the cold, stone flooring and crowed, letting his voice echo against the walls. It was the way he always got the attention from those in the shelters, and now was a good time to pull as many people together to figure out what they should do before the storm hit Gatsberry.
"Alrigh', ladies an' gen's!" Peter said as he turned his attention towards the homeless circled around him. "Storm's defini'ley comin' an' the las' place we wan'a be is by the wate'. Which means we go'ta move ev'ryone ou'." He frowned for a moment in thought, bringing his hand up to his chin while he held his elbow with the other hand. Most places weren't exactly fond of street urchins like them being anywhere near their businesses, and while places like the hospital and other public places were a little more lenient in who they took in, they were still rather hesitant to allow them shelter due to the risk of diseases or dirtying their property. It left Peter in a bit of a stump as to where they were supposed to go now, especially being that there were so many of them.
"Anyone 'ave any ideas as ta where?" he finally asked, looking around the room at the dirty faces in front of him.