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[only_son]

It was still raining, and Clark was standing in it. If doing such was ill-advised, he either didn't seem to notice or care. His dark hair was plastered down over his forehead and rainwater ran in rivulets down the planes of his face and neck. The sky was still thick with dark clouds, and he was standing just outside the front door to the

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[green_watanabe]

Clark might have been careful to not hit people, but Cam was tired and preoccupied. A bump into a vertible wall of flesh and wet fabric broke him out of his reverie, and with a blink he recognized the face he was staring up into.

"Are you serious?" he asked, face contorting in incredulity. "You fight me to leave the clinic in a hospital gown just to turn around and walk outside during the tail end of a hurricane? Is flying in the face of medical sense fun for you?"

He still suspected that there really was something wrong with this guy, and maybe not just in the physical sense. Whether he was psychotic or not, ill or not, standing around soaking wet wouldn't do any good. "Do you know where the towels are?" he queried tiredly.

[only_son]

Clark had determined during their last meeting that Cam was rather high-strung. He hated that he might have wound him up further, but he couldn't expect the young man to quite understand where he was coming from. Looking down at him, Clark's expression was caught somewhere between infinite patience and concern.

"Ah, yes, thank you. Unless they've been moved from the laundry room." He'd purposely ignored the first questions, and if things went according to plan, Cam wouldn't press the matter.

[green_watanabe]

Where he was coming from? As in, going from risking your life daily to save the world to forced island holiday, sans powers? Clark'd be surprised. But he definitely appeared to be handling it far better than Cam had.

Cam sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Sorry. The storm's got me wound up and ... things," he said vaguely. The missing persons list the IPD had compiled was a longer than Cam would have liked, and it annoyed him that he couldn't do anything about it. Again. "They shouldn't have moved, but with all the people here, there might not be any clean ones."

[only_son]

"Things," Clark repeated, and offered a sympathetic smile. He was making a puddle in the middle of the floor and hoped that if Cam had another of his already-infamous rants prepared, he might do it while Clark was locating a towel.

"I think I'll go find those towels now," he added pleasantly, and nodded down the hallway towards the stairs.

[benedictbecky]

"Honey, please tell me you decided to take a shower in your clothes instead of going outside in that mess," announced Becky, one hand on her hip. No way was she going out there. All that rain reminded her of That Night, and there was no telling who she'd run into.

Besides, this guy Clark seemed all naive and dumb and blue-eyed. Kinda like her.

[only_son]

Clark couldn't help but chuckle briefly at Becky's remark. He slicked the hair back from his face and shook his head. "I'm afraid I was outside, although I wouldn't advise you do so, Miss."

[benedictbecky]

"Nah," said Becky, biting back the grin. "I was thinking there was a hurricane out there or something. Little girl like me doesn't stand a chance." Did this guy think he was Marv or something? "What were you doing?"

[only_son]

"Engaging in an exercise in futility, I'm afraid," Clark answered with a smile, and immediately changed to subject by continuing to move towards the stairs. "I was just on my way to find a dry towel. I'm making a mess of the hall floor."

[ab_executioner]

Waiting inside was slightly getting to Anita. She had gotten tired of waiting in the kitchen so she found herself walking through the Compound. She didn't pay much attention to the people around her as she tried to figure out some direction to head in, and something to do with herself. It was during this search that she noticed a very wet Clark. She gathered he was heading in the direction of something that might help him get dry.

"You were actually out in that?" She wasn't sure exactly why he would want to brave the weather, unless he still was dealing with what he couldn't do anymore. Losing her abilities hadn't bothered Anita very much, but she supposed others might not have the same opinion.

[only_son]

"For a few minutes, yes," Clark confirmed with a nod. "I wouldn't recommend you go out there, Ms. Blake. It's still quite bad." He was dripping incessantly on the hall floor, and made a point to keep moving, albeit a bit slower so as not to seem rude. "Towels are downstairs, correct?"

[ab_executioner]

"I think so." She really hadn't been down to the basement in a while. "There are probably people handing out things." She gestured back to the kitchen. "And there is food if your hungry." She didn't want to press as why he was out there, privacy was sometimes hard to come by on the Island.

She smirked her tone amused. "I had no intention of it." Some of the amusement faded slightly. "I really don't feel like fighting a storm. Did it seem like it was dying down?" The less time in here the better.