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[thewordofweb]

There's a certain kind of misery that goes hand in hand with this rain.I'm sure that enough authors have put words to it that I don't have to. You can't light a cigarette, you can't sail a boat, you can't move a goddamn fucking step without getting ankle-deep in mud and I'm starting to grow weary of it, the same kind of ennui that came with the

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[filmstarbeauty]

Drowned cat was a look that looked good on approximately no one. Alright Audrey Hepburn was probably the exception to that rule, but even Blair Waldorf knew that it was tough for even her idol to pull off. It was sticky and gross and mud got everywhere.

It was enough to make her not want to leave the house.

On her way back towards the compound after retrieving something from her hut, she's in a trench and a cute pair of rainboots and having none of it. This rain had better stop immediately if it knew what was good for it. "Going somewhere?" she asked, eyebrow arched.

[thewordofweb]

"Washing up," I reply, hands cupping the rainwater in my palms carefully and splashing it on the sudsy remnants on my face, getting the last traces of hair and soap gone before I turn to her, knowing that I'm still soaking wet and my white t-shirt is sticking to skin along with my jeans, but I don't think I look too horrifying. "What do you think?" I ask above the sound of the rain. "Improvement?"

[filmstarbeauty]

Reaching out Blair grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks between the palms of her hands. Turning it first one way and then another, she studied him before letting go and nodding.

"Much better. You looked like you were going to go live in a cave before. A clean shave will always be in."

Maybe not always, but in the circles she counted she figured it was just a fact.

[thewordofweb]

I raise a brow as if to imply that I'm plenty handsome when it comes to my face, but I let the comment rest, shaking my head and giving her a long look. "I need dry clothes though. Refreshing rain is only so refreshing until every single piece of fabric has merged with your skin."

[just_hormones]

She's got a black monstrosity apparently called a golf umbrella, which is hideous but at least protects her from the rain. It can't protect her bodacious shoes from the mud, though, and so Aphrodite has traded them in for a pair of bright pink galoshes. Unfortunately, between the umbrella and the boring brown hooded trench coat, they're the only spot of color that can be currently seen on her. It's completely bogus.

"Webby, what are you doing?" she says suspiciously, peering out at him from under the shelter of her giant umbrella. "You haven't gone crazy or anything, have you?"

[thewordofweb]

"My favorite goddess!" I greet her over the sound of the rain, turning to look at her, palming my face and shedding off suds, rain, and small whiskers all at once. "I'm washing up, getting the last remainders of something gone. What do you think of it?"

[just_hormones]

She brightens automatically at the assertion that she's his favorite, even though that's a given, really. How could she not be? "Well, well," she says, stepping close enough to Webster that her umbrella covers them both. "You shaved off the beard."

She eyes him critically, taking his chin in one hand and swiping her thumb over a loose whisker he's missed. After a moment, she nods, satisfied, and scrunches her nose up a little in a pleased smile. "Very nice," she praises, giving his cheek a pat before releasing him.

[thewordofweb]

"I shaved it off, yeah," I agree, almost proud as if my parents are lauding me for some accomplishment that ought to be praised heavily and highly, even though it's something that's common and not entirely strange to see. My heart is beating a tad faster when she touches, though, and I don't think I can really help it, given who she is and some of the thoughts she makes me have. "I'm glad you like it. My ex liked it too. He hated the beard."

[off_the_ceiling]

There was no way Jess was going back out in the rain, not without a damn good reason, but she was willing to stand in the doorway and look out at the nutjob letting the pelting rain splash down his face. As long as she stayed relatively dry.

"Get your butt back in here," she called out in his direction after a few moments, before someone forced her out of the doorway to get in or--God help them--out into the rain. "I'm not nursing you if you get sick."

[thewordofweb]

That, as she's just suggested, is actually a very real possibility considering how my body and my immune system so often likes to render me sickly and disgusting. I shake some of the excess water from my curled hair and hurry back under the protection of the Compound, letting out a brisk shiver and a laugh as I get in there. "I know it's disgusting out there," I assure, still half-breathless. "But it's invigorating!"

[off_the_ceiling]

"I don't think that word means what you think it means," she said, letting the door fall heavily closed behind him to keep most of the rain outdoors. As the days wore on and the rain didn't stop, it was getting to be a harder and harder task.

[thewordofweb]

I come inside after her, letting out a sharp breath and pushing both hands through my hair again and again, like that will get out all the last droplets. "Have you really been hiding in here the whole time? Ever since it's been raining, then?"

[lt_blade]

Sonya wasn't even sure why she bothered with a raincoat anymore: the rain soaked through and she was just left trailing water everywhere, but it served to keep her books dry. Though she tried to pin her hair up to keep it from going everywhere, the combination of wind and rain had blown a few strands loose and around her face, the water trickling down her back.

She had become so used to seeing Webster with his beard that when she saw him 'rinsing' off shaving soap, she nearly had to do a double take.

Sonya found herself smiling a little when he laughed-it wasn't like she hadn't done anything crazy before on spur of the moment.

[thewordofweb]

When the rain starts to sting in my eyes and I'm fully clean, I slick both hands through my hair to get the excess water out. While I may be shaved, I don't trust myself with scissors and my hair, so I've not cut it and it curls just so. I head in the direction of the boardwalk to go back to the dock and see if I can't at least assure that my boat hasn't been swept out to sea with the large waves rolling in, shifting my t-shirt to pick it off my chest as it starts to stick even tighter.

[lt_blade]

She watched him walk past her, noting the direction and where it led.

"Hold up," she called out over the rain and turned to follow him. "I'm going with you."

Yes, he was trained as a paratrooper and sure he had lived through more dangerous situations before, but it was never alone. In weather like this, it paid to bring a buddy-or, just someone with you incase things didn't go right. Though sonya learned the hard way that even with back up, things still didn't always go as planned.

[thewordofweb]

I start slightly, not having seen anyone around, and glance around me until I locate Sonya, pausing in my walking and giving her a curious look. "You don't know where I'm going," I point out, considering that like Rome, all paths lead to the Compound, in a funny way.