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MJ Clarke

My Kingdom For An Umbrella

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Flinders ☆ Fifth Year ☆ Photographer's Assistant, Knitter, Paper CutterKirupachi
15 year old Halfblood Human ☆ She/Her

At last, there had been a break in the weather that afternoon. It was the opening MJ had been looking for - she had gotten home after school and grocery shopping, having brought Justice along, and she had been waiting for less rain to cover the little town ever since as she needed to walk their dear Samoyed before the sun set. As soon as the final droplets hit the ground, the blonde was already out the door for that particular endeavor, Steve in tow held safely by its collar.

She did the normal trek that they used to do - go to Footy Park a few neighborhoods over, let the dog run around a bit and do what it had to do, then come home. As she crossed Koonyah again, however, she walked by her father's workplace: the cemetery. Feeling an all too common calling for it, she decided to go in against her better judgement to visit her mother.

This detour proved fatal to her intentions of a water-free walk. As she was finally coming back home, it started pouring again; not having brought an umbrella along since she never intended to stay out for so long in the first place, MJ quickly shuffled over to the first location she could see that would provide some cover, which happened to be a nearby bus stop. She was still a few blocks away from home, and at that point, stranded.

She couldn't call for her father, as he was asleep; and as far as she knew, Aspen was training. All she could do was sit on the surprisingly dry bench of the stop and try to distract Steve with petting and scratching at his fur, as he seemed all too eager to race back onto the street, not being half as concerned over the rain as she was. If only she had brought along that umbrella...

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Spencer ☆ Seventh Year ☆ Guitarist/Vocalist - Local School Hero!✩ Kaitore
20 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ HE/HIM

Koonyah, it wasn't a place he tended to visit on a casual basis. It had been a generally rough neighborhood, the kind of place that someone kept their head down and their eyes ahead. He didn't even have his guitar with him, was just how cautious he'd been about being around the area. However, it'd been where the Cemetery had been and every so often he needed to tend to his Adoptive Father's grave. Proper respect and accolades offered to a man who took on a burden that wasn't his to do and chose to regardless. A small aged note in hand, surrounded by a thick magically enchanted glass designed to withstand the typical everyday shift of the elements. Written on it had been a single name, 'Alexander' - the hand-writing neat and almost regal in penmanship. 

His other hand had been full as well, carrying a durable storm umbrella with quite an extended covering to it. Water pattered against the surface of the fabric panel, echoing within his ears. While he didn't really need to go through this extent to travel, there'd just been something about the day that called for him to take in the surroundings a bit. Not so much the Neighborhood itself but rather the weather and the coolness that offered against the skin of his hands and face. 

Luckily, it seemed like a good instinct and choice as he started to come upon a nearby bus stop. At first uncertain on who it had been and had been about to stick with his method of 'Don't look, keep eyes forward'. Not until he caught a glimpse of the young Flinder's features which caused him to stop and double take for a moment. "MJ? Hey there, by the looks of it you seem a bit stranded." A gentle smile curving across his face as he glanced down towards Steve, kneeling down and brushing a dry hand across the surface of his fur. 

"Are you alright out here? Going anywhere specific or something? I can always walk you there." He wasn't in a rush to head towards the Graveyard for his own person reflection. And it wasn't as if he actually had much to worry about in general if trouble had ran him a foul while alone. Granted, not something he would ever tell Adele - the woman worried like a Den Mother about him.

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