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Back from Mine and Radar's weekend trip.

I feel like any time we leave the school we miss a lot. I got good news today though! This horrible cast on my wrist might get to come off earlier than expected. I fucking hope so. Stupid hurricane, stupid car, stupid broken bones! Anyway, what's everyone else been doing over the weekend? Did I miss anything overly exciting?

#tgpstarters

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Oh, well. Welcome back. Were you here for the fabulous hurricane? I'm not sure who was here and who wasn't...everything was too crazy and terrible, I can't keep track.

HI Angela, I’m Lilith.

I’m kind of new. I used to go here, I left for a while, but now I’m back,

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"Thanks you! I do too. This cast is just so damn itchy. UGH! How am I supposed to scratch with a hunk of plaster on my arm?!" Angela scratches at the upper part of her cast and then sighs, giving up. "Oh well"

Fuck this stupid thing on my arm!

This cast is itching like crazy!! I’m going to go insane with this thing on for nine weeks! Ahh!

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Fuck this stupid thing on my arm!

This cast is itching like crazy!! I'm going to go insane with this thing on for nine weeks! Ahh!

#tgpstarters #ch: Angela

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Hey. I'm Angela. You're one of the new students, aren't you?

My parents always told me never to talk to strangers. Guess I’m breaking that rule today, aren’t I?

#ch: lillith #ch: angela

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What happened? Did something happen to them?

Oh god, no.

No, it can’t be Margo. Or Ben, but I seriously doubt it was Ben.

#ch: Q #ch: Angela

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Angela skipped into the infirmary and over to Radar's bed by the window. "I'm here! I hope you didn't wait too long for me. I got your room mostly cleaned up with a little help from a few others. New mattess, cleaned floor, threw away anything that was damaged beyond repair. But, I left some more expensive/important things for you to decide what to do with. And, I made a list of all damaged and tossed items for your viewing displeasure. That's all back in your room. Are you ready? Can you walk alright?" She pecked him on the cheek and then on the mouth as she sat down on the bed next to him. "I...I wanted to tell you that...you know we never would have made it back here if it wasn't for you. We wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for you. I love you, and you truly are my hero." She hugged him tightly.

I FINALLY am off of bed rest.

Now I just have to wait for Angela to come get me and take me back to my room. Which hopefully isn’t too wrecked to inhabit.

#ch: Angela #Ch: Radar

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True. I would have hated to have to see my poor mangled car. I am imagining that it is happy somewhere, in the land of poor wrecked cars. The poor Dreidel. Radar and I will say a prayer for it. It was a life-saving machine, after all. Maybe your next car will be of the non-minivan variety. Of course, your next car might not having the life-saving, ultra-spinning capabilities the Dreidel did.

On another note, the Dreidel's wrecked.

I kid you not. It was a wonderful car and a fantastic hero who saved us from a cow, and it is now dead. But that sucks, honestly. I found mine hanging out underneath a building. At least you don’t have to look at the corpse of yours.

#ch: Q #ch: Angela

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Really?? Not the infamous minivan that spun a million times after smashing into a cow and still kept moving? (Radar only tells me that story a million times a week...) I'm sorry. My car is wrecked too...okay...not wrecked, it's just completely gone. Nowhere to be found. Hurricane Kevin swallowed it whole.

On another note, the Dreidel's wrecked.

#ch: Q #ch: angela

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My car is literally GONE, I have to clean out the wreckage in my room, and my wrist is broken.

So...when Radar and I left the other night my car was parked in the parking lot...and now it's not. It's not out there wrecked, it's not on the lawn or in a nearby tree. It's literally gone. So, not only did we total Radar's car, but the hurricane actually ate mine. Fuck. I guess the next thing I need to do is try and clean out the mess that is my room. My section of the dorm didn't get it as bad as some, I know. But, the mattress is ruined, half of my books are ruined, my computer is damaged beyond repair. The main thing is, I have to drag the mattress out and clean up a bunch of this stuff, but my wrist is broken. Can somebody help me? Radar is basically on bed rest for the next few days, otherwise I know he would.

#tgpstarters

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Anyone around?

Angela was beyond thankful that once her and Radar had found other people, they found a few ambulances and EMTs as well. He arm was now safely in a cast, her nose was set, and all of her was cleaned up and dried off. She was trudging down the hallway with her soaked clothes in a bag dangling from her good arm. She was dressed in grey sweatpants, a white red cross t-shirt, and some ratty looking cheap sneakers they'd given her down where the paramedics and everything were set up. Where was she going? She had planned to go back to her room, but who knows if it's destroyed or not. She looked around the hall, wondering if she could find someone to talk to. She hadn't really talked to anyone aside from Radar since they got back. The whole time they were down with the other students and teachers she was either getting herself patched up or sitting beside him while he did. When she left, he was still getting stitches. She was supposed to go back down there in a bit to check on him.

#tgpstarters

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The Hurricane. (Angela and Radar, Part 3)

Radar turned to Angela and pointed at the hill ahead of them and to his delight she actually smiled, seeing it and why he was pointing at it. She nodded and the quickened their pace. Somehow, they managed to fight the rushing water, the flying debris, and the horrible pain of their injuries and get to the top of that hill and up to the small line of trees.

Angela looked warily at the trees; they were rocking and bending in the storm and ever now and then a branch would snap off of one of them and go flying. At least the wind had slowed down to a point that the trees were no longer getting torn out of the ground like the were a while ago. Angela looked at Radar, "We've got to go through. Getting back is the only thing we can do."

Radar led Angela through the small cluster of trees; it didn't take nearly as long as they thought and wasn't even half as dangerous. Before they knew it they were stepping out onto the parking lot of Culver Creek Boarding School. Everything was flooded, some cars had been swept away, but at least right now the water here was only knee-high. Radar looked over at the school-or at least, what he could see of it through the still persistant rain and stinging gusts of wind. He would see some destroyed roofs, trees that had falled into dorm rooms, a wall or two that looked split or torn apart. He sighed and walked forward.

Angela who was getting sleepier by the minute followed him, limping, and barely noticing the rain beating down on her and the wind that threatened to push her over. They'd been in it for so long at this point, fighting it was beginning to become a second nature to her. They entered the school through the main entrance a few minutes later; thankful to be out of the horrible storm. Angela's ears were ringing from fighting the elements out there and her nose and arm wouldn't stop throbbing; as she entered the not warm, but slightly warmer building it made the pain even worse.

Radar's head was still pounding something awful and he was fighting the urge to sit down on the soaked and debris littered floor, right there in the hallway. "Where should we go?" He looked over at Angela who was cradling her arm against her and kind of swaying on her feet. He went to her and put his arms around her, holding her still. Blood from his head getting in her hair and on her neck. He kept wondering where everyone else was. There was no one in this hallway and it was impossible to hear anything over the storm, he and Angela had to scream to speak to each other. He had a frightening thought: There could be people in here close by, people trapped under debris, hurt and bleeding, or even dying...and they wouldn't be able to hear them calling for help...or screaming or...-Radar shivered and pushed the thought away. It was then he realized he couldn't stand anymore and plopped down in the foot of water that ran smoothly along the corridor floor. He leaned his back against the wall and sighed.

Angela kneeled down next to Radar, worried he might have a concussion. "Are you okay? Don't fall asleep okay. Keep talking to me. We can rest for a minute though...we're...safe now, right?" At that moment the lights in the hall flickered and went out entirely. Angela could hear the wind roaring outside and the walls groaning under the pressure of the quickening storm. "Please tell me this isn't about to get worse..." Angela said as she too sat down in the wet hallway and wrapped her good arm around one of Radar's.

They sat there, arm in arm for nearly an hour as the wind and rain tore through campus; the hurricane destroying more and more of what was now their home. Luckily, nothing happened to the main hall where they sat. No trees fell, no debris flew inside, there were few windows and all of them were already broken and quite a ways down the hall from them so there were no worries there. What seemed like a lifetime later dim lights came on lighting the hallway again-emergency lights.

Angela got up slowly, favoring the broken wrist on her left as she did. She walked slowly over to the doors and peered out. Outside it was still storming, but in an almost normal way. Rain and a bit of wind. The foot or so of water that covered most of the ground wasn't rushing anymore, just moving slowly along carrying bits and pieces of everyones lives along with it. The rain no longer came down sideways at the speed of bullets, but fell straight down at the speed you'd think rain should. And the wind, though still strong, was no longer bending trees in half and threatening to take whole buildings down. Angela went back to Radar and tapped his face gently to make sure he was awake. She waited until he opened his eyes and said, "It's over! Or...at least it mostly is. Come on, we've got to find help. Someone needs to look at your head before we do anything else." She helped him to his feet and they started slowly down the hall, looking for someone else, any sign of life, and hopefully someone who could point them in the direction of help.

#ch: radar #ch: angela #the hurricane #tgppara #tgphurricane #collaboration

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The Hurricane. (Angela and Radar, part 2)

Angela stayed where she was crouched on the one side of their mangled car while Radar rummaged around for his cell phone. She thought of her own phone. Where was it? It had been in her purse. She got up and waded through the water and fought against the wind to get over to where Radar was kneeling inside the car. "Do you see my purse?" She yelled over the wind and rain. 

Radar turned and looked at Angela and then turned back to the car. He looked around for a minute and then saw it-her purse sitting on the floor of the backseat. He snatched it up and handed it to her. It looked eagerly at her as she dug through it and brought her phone out. To both of their relief it wasn't broken.

Angela fumbled with the phone for a minute and finally dialed 911...but nothing happened. It wasn't working. Apparently the storm had knocked out the cell towers and they were stuck here with no way to call for help. "Fuck!" Angela screamed and threw the phone on the ground and into the water.

Radar gasped and tried to grab the phone, but before he could it was swept away in the current. "What the fuck did you do that for?! Now you're going to have to get a new one. And besides, who knows, the towers could start working again! We could need that later! That was fucking stupid." He was screaming at her and his head was pounding harder and harder. He turned around and started digging through the car again for his own phone.

Angela stood by Radar crying quietly as he continued to tear through the car in search of his phone. All of a sudden she could hear the wind pick up, it made a horrible whining growl sound as it did. Then, she heard a huge ripping sound and turned to find it's source. Across the street a large pine tree was ripped out of the ground and thrown nearly twenty feet down the street. She remembered where they were and turned toward the building on the other side of the car. She could hear the wind, and beyond that a faint groaning that she knew was coming from the building. She grabbed Radar by the back of his shirt and pulled him backward. "We have to move!" she screamed and pointed at the building.

Radar stood blinking at her for a moment and then realized what was happening; the building they had slammed into was about to be torn apart by the storm. He grabbed Angela's hand and they began to run...well, run as well as they could anyway. Angela's good arm was the one Radar had a hold of, so she had to shield her face from the rain and flying debris with her wounded one. It stung and sent searing pain in every direction as the water and wind belted down on it. Radar was growing dizzy, but knew he couldn't stop moving. They had to get somewhere safe. School was about half a mile down the road, just up the street a ways and beyond a line of trees he could almost make out in the distance. That was their best hope. He pulled Angela, urging her to go faster. His head was stinging and pounding; more blood was seeping from his wound and every few feet he had to wipe it out of his eyes.

The water was rising even more; they were now trudging as fast as possible through near waist deep water. Both of them were soaked from head to toe and shivering from shock and cold. "I...can't...go...anymore..." Angela panted at her boyfriend who kept a tight grip on her good arm, trying to lead her on. "Please. RADAR. PLEASE. We...have...to...stop...a minute...please."

Radar stopped and turned to her. She was pale and shivering, her hair had come undone and was falling around her face in wet clumps. He took his jacket off and went to wrap it around her. He had to keep her warm. He could see that her nose and part of her arm or wrist was broken; both of them were swollen and purple. Her nose break was making breathing hard for her, and both of them were making her weak and making the risk of her going into full-blown shock a real possibility.

Angela shook her head as Radar tried to put his coat on her. She couldn't let him do that. His head was still bleeding and he too was completely soaked and pale from pain and cold, she couldn't let him give his only source of any warmth to her. "Please...keep it. We have to make it back. We both have to make it back...please." She started crying and shoved the jacket back into his hands with her good arm.

He nodded and put it back on his own body. "We have to keep going. We absolutely can't stay out here like this. We're going to go into shock or worse...we have to keep moving." Radar started leading them down the road again. His body was shivering violently and he could feel Angela doing the same; her hand shaking in his. The water was staying at about waist high for the moment, but fighting the current was becoming harder and harder. Maybe they could find something to hold onto...something that floats? He looked around, hoping he would see something that would help them walk...swim back to school. Radar looked ahead of him and saw one thing that would make everything a hell of a lot better: Before they reached the line of trees that bordered the school's parking lot they had to walk up a pretty big hill. Higher ground! The water wouldn't be so high and vicious there. Thank God for small favors...

#collaboration #ch: Radar #ch: Angela #tgphurricane #tgp

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The Hurricane. (Angela and Radar)

As Radar drove on Angela was getting more and more afraid. She could see the worry in his eyes as he drove, maneuvering around the deeper areas of water on the road, driving slower and slower, and clenching the steering wheel with a lot of force. She found herself holding her breath and let out a loud gasp as she began breathing again. Radar didn't look over at her, his eyes were locked on the road in front of him; the road which was quickly turning into a river. She looked around frantically, wondering if maybe they should pull over. She wanted to ask him, but she wasn't sure if that was a good idea or not. She just didn't know what to do, part of her felt like crying, part of her felt like screaming, and part of her-the part that was in control at the moment urged her to stay calm for both of their sakes. She watched as Radar's hands got shakier on the wheel and the car seemed to skid over the road rather than drive on it. Angela was beginning to think that the promises of them getting back to school safely were only spoken to her in an attempt to keep her calm, something in Radar's face and wide open eyes told her that he was beginning to really doubt the journey they were on. How did this happen? They just wanted to go out on a date; they wanted to get away from the school and take her mind off the weather. They sure as hell didn't want to end up trying to drive through a river in the middle of a fucking hurricane. Angela locked her eyes on Radar, wanting to say something to him but worrying it would distract him and be the thing that might kill them both.

Radar clenched his teeth. The poorly-maintained road was turning into a well-maintained river before his eyes. Ironically though, he was more worried about Angela’s state of mind than the state of their route back to Culver Creek. He grasped the wheel tightly with both hands, not daring let go for even a second to comfort Ang the way he wanted to. It felt as though he was fighting a battle with everything around him-his girlfriend’s anxiety and his own, the wind, the water, the road, all were arrayed against him. Even as this thought crossed his mind, he realized just how irrational it was. That was when he felt himself lose it-not just his “cool”, but his control of the car. He felt his limbs start to shake. He knew Angela could see, but he couldn’t stop. The water was only getting higher. From where they were on the road, he could see the water ahead coursing across at a frightening speed.

Angela saw Radar’s hands and arms start to shake as he fought the current. She looked at the road and saw a place where the water had risen quite a bit higher than where they were driving now, she saw the water there swirling and rushing in all directions. Angela knew at some point between seeing that area and them reaching it that they weren’t going to make it through. Radar gasped and tried to pump the breaks as they hit the higher and harsher water. Angela felt the car lift up and skid across the top of the water, she grabbed the sides of her seat-attempting to brace herself. And then, all at once, they were spinning. Radar still holding onto the wheel and trying to maintain control was suddenly yelling. The car was being thrown in all different directions across the road. Angela turned her head just in time to see the building to their right; it seemed to be flying towards them. She knew what was really happening; they were flying towards it. She closed her eyes just before the impact. She felt the car hit the building and then fly in the other direction, flipping over. She felt the sensation of being upside-down for a second and then she was being thrown around again. The car came to a vicious halt all at once. Angela kept her eyes closed for a moment, allowing her brain to register what had just happened; it was then she felt the searing pain in her face and wrist.

Radar looked over at Angela as the car started spinning, he tried to maintain control but there was nothing he could do. Just before they crashed into the building he took his hands off the steering wheel, giving up the fight and allowing the wind and water to win. The world spun wildly around him. He saw rain, splashes of water, and tree limbs that were being carried around by the wind flying everywhere. The impact was tremendous, though it only lasted a second. As soon as the car hit the building the airbags deployed, Radar was thrown sideways, and everything went black. Less than a minute later he woke up to Angela sobbing quietly. He jumped and twisted his body towards her. He tried to look over at her but his vision was blurred by something. His head was throbbing. He reached up and wiped his face and eyes off, what came off on his hand was an immense amount of blood. He shrugged this off for the moment, desperately needing to see if Angela was okay. He looked over at her; she was hunched over cradling her left wrist in her lap. The window on her side was smashed in, and the windshield was cracked in over one hundred places. “Ang...” Radar’s voice was hoarse and it hurt to talk. “Are you ok?” he croaked at her.

Angela looked up at Radar and began to cry harder. It wasn’t her or her own pain that caused this, but the sight of Radar’s head and face-he was covered in blood. Her eyes darted over to his window, she could see just where his head hit it because it was marked with a large dark circle of his blood. She looked around the car; the outside was bent and mangled, all the windows were mostly broken or smashed entirely, and both airbags had deployed. She looked down at herself seeing blood streaking the front of her pink shirt she’d worn special for their date. She took her right hand and touched her face, she found her nose was swollen and bleeding, but the rest of her face seemed to be ok. She poked at her left wrist, this sent horrible burning pain shooting through it. “Fuck...” she murmered and then remembered that Radar was trying to talk to her. “I’m...I’m okay. My wrist...and my nose...but...” she wiggled her arms, legs, and torso, “the rest of me is fine.” She looked up at him. “Are...you...alright? Your head...the window...you’re bleeding...” she started crying again and looked away from him. In the meantime, the storm raged on; cold rain was coming in through the broken windows making them both shiver and slowly soaking their clothes.

Radar did just as Angela and assessed his injuries. He was pleased to find that the injury to his head seemed to be the only one he had. Some part of his head was split open, that’s what was causing the gushing blood. “It’s just my head.” he told her and tried to smile. “I don’t think it’s too bad...” He reached down and unbuckled his seatbelt and then did the same to Angela. He moved closer to her and gently put his arm around her and hugged her, being careful to avoid any broken glass there might be. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He was near tears now himself. “We need to get out of here, we’ve got to get to shelter or back to school or something...”

Angela nodded at Radar and pulled away from his embrace to see if she could open her car door, but she couldn’t. “It’s stuck shut...I can’t...”

Radar nodded at her and ran his hand through her hair. He pulled on his own door handle and the driver’s side door swung open. He carefully stepped out of the car and into the storm. The rain stung his skin as it hit him, and it felt like knives when it hit the wound on his forehead. “Shit.” He looked at his car; it was smashed and mangled, definitely un-driveable and probably not repairable either. He slowly made his way over to Angela’s door, having to wade through nearly knee deep water. The car had spun off the road, hit a building that sat about twenty feet off the street, flipped over a number of times, and then finally came to a rest-right about ten feet from where they’d spun out in the first place. He tried opening Angela’s door, but the impact with the building had bent it in such a way that it wouldn’t open. “You’re going to have to climb out my side.” he told her through the smashed in window. She nodded at him and slid over towards his open door.

Once outside the car, Angela looked the car over as well. She pulled her hood up around her head and cradled her arm to her chest. She joined Radar on the passenger side of the car where the two ducked down to try and find some cover from the wind and rain. Tree limbs whizzed past them and the wind howled in a way neither of them had ever heard before. Angela had stopped crying, but was starting to feel both sleepy and freezing cold. Radar put his arm around her as they crouched on the side of the car squinting at each other through the rain.

“We have to get out of here.” Radar told her. Angela only blinked at him and whined. “Ang, please. We have to get moving. Look, I’m going to try and find my cell phone in the car, if it’s not damaged I’ll call 911, okay? Just stay here, keep your hood up and your face pointing out of the rain.” He got up and hurried to his side of the car. He kneeled on his seat and rummaged around the debris in the car, trying to find the phone that had been in his coat pocket just minutes before. “Please God let it be here somewhere...please...”

#ch: Angela #Ch: Radar #Collaboration #tgphurricane #tgppara

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The Date. (Angela and Radar)

Radar ended up taking Angela to a beautiful restaurant, not something she'd think would be in middle-of-nowhere, Alabama. It was a dimly lit french place at the end of a narrow street in a nearby town/city. Angela couldn't imagine how he'd found such a cute little place, and then remembered: she was dating the king of online research. They'd had a really wonderful time. He did all of the things any cliche' perfect guy on a perfect date would; he pulled her chair out for her, ordered her food for her, and held her hand from across the table. They shared an appetizer of fried calamari (One of Radar's favorite foods.) and talked non-stop in-between eating. The storm roared on outside and every now and then they would hear more sirens going off in the distance, but, again, none of them seemed close enough to matter.

Radar was pleased with how the restaurant he took Angela to turned out, he'd done quite a bit of research on the place since last night and it seemed to be the ideal place to take someone on a date-or at least the ideal place in the area. There really wasn't much around Culver Creek, he had to remember to add that detail to his Omnictionary entry on the school. And maybe a section on the nice places there were to go around here? Radar was trying his best not to think about any of that during the date though, he wanted to focus on Angela. Too much of the past few months in Florida were spent helping Q and focusing on his obsession rather than focusing on Angela. He was hoping this date would make up for some of that. The rain was still pounding on, giving the small restaurant the feel of a small sanctuary from the chaos of the storm. Not many people were in there eating aside from them, one other couple left just a few minutes after Angela and Radar were seated, but besides them no one else was sitting at the small round tables that lined the place. The restaurant itself seemed under-staffed. Radar assumed this was because of the storm. He wasn't too worried about it when the night started, but just as they were finishing their entree's and getting ready to order dessert another siren went off; the third one they'd heard since arriving, and this one seemed pretty close. He started worrying and looked over at Angela who looked a little on edge herself.

Angela chuckled nervously at the siren and the look on Radar's face. Their waiter had stopped mid-sentence; the dessert and wine menu hanging limply from his left hand. She looked up and him, "Um...I think we'll just get the cheesecake...but can you put it in a to-go box? We should get going before this gets any worse." As if to prove her point, at that moment there was a deafening clap of thunder and the lights in the little restaurant flickered for a moment and then stayed. The waiter nodded and scurried off to the back to prepare their order. "Is it okay that I'm getting that to go?" she asked Radar, pleading with her eyes for him to say it was.

"Of course." Radar answered and took Angela's hand and squeezed. "As soon as he brings it we'll pay and get out of here, ok?" No more than ten minutes later the couple was running to Radar's car, trying their best to avoid getting soaked in the rain. Radar had his coat pulled up over his head since his lacked a hood. The cheesecake, put in a small black to-go box was stuck under his arm. He looked over at Angela as she ran; her purse was clutched to her chest with one hand while trying to hold her coat closed at the same time, the other hand was holding her hood up.

By the time they made it to the car they were both soaked. Angela was laughing a little and looked over at Radar, "We'll be fine, right? We're going to be back on campus in twenty minutes...and the siren here hasn't even gone off yet." She smiled nervously and grabbed Radar's hand while motioning for him to get the car started. They both fastened their seat belts as he pulled the car carefully out of the parking lot, trying to navigate over the huge puddles of water that had collected in areas on the road.

"We're going to be fine, baby." Radar answered as he started down the road. He kept his eyes locked on the road ahead, trying to drive slow enough to keep the car on the road but fast enough to get them back soon. He could tell the storm was really picking up. The water on the road was rising fast and he was praying Angela didn't notice it as much as he did. The rain picked up even more as they turned onto the main road that would take them back to campus. He looked over at Angela, she was clinging to the side of the car, he hands wrapped tightly around her seat belt, and her face a little whiter than usual.

Just after they started down the main road a siren went off. This was was CLOSE. It was the siren right near them, right in town. Angela jumped as it started blaring. She turned her head toward Radar who glanced at her for a second and then turned his attention back to the road in front of them. "This isn't good...Radar...I'm really fucking scared. Please get us back quickly, please. Please be careful." Angela half whined at him while looking wildly around at the rain coming down around the car.

Radar glanced over at her again, "We're going to be fine...we are. We're almost home, sweetie. Just a few more miles until we get to the campus parking lot. It's going to be fine, okay?" He reached over and gave her hand a quick squeeze, then put it back on the steering wheel and focused on moving forward down the road. He could see the water rising by the second and wasn't sure he really believed what he was telling his terrified girlfriend, but he had to keep her calm regardless of what was ahead. And what exactly was ahead? He didn't know...but he was worried...he was really worried, and Radar wasn't the type to get easily scared.

#collaboration between Radar and Angela #tgpprompt #tgphurricane #ch: angela #ch: radar

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Before the date. (Starter)

Angela was nervous about the date. Radar and her hadn't really been on many actual dates, and none like this. He would be picking her up soon and she was nervous as hell. She spent a long time picking out her outfit and doing her hair and makeup. Finally she was done dressing and looking at herself in the full-length mirror she had on the back of her door. She was wearing a dark pair of jeans, at the end of them her blue satin platform heels poked out, and above them was a soft pink shirt with black lace flowers on it. She put her hair up in a neat bun and fastened a pink headband around her head. Her makeup was light and tasteful; purple eyeshadow, black liner, mascarra, and a soft purple-ish lip gloss. She grabbed her coat and pulled it on, she could hear rain pounding outside and knew she'd regret leaving it. She checked herself over in the mirror one more time when there was a knock on the door.

#ch: Angela #Ch: Radar #tgpprompt

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Angela thought for a minute and then spoke, "What are the chances it's going to get that bad while we're out? It's not supposed to actually hit us for a few more days. We'll be fine. I really want to see what you'll plan for us. Let's do it! Tomorrow at seven!" She grinned and kissed Radar passionately. "But, for now, let's go to sleep. It's late." She kissed him again and then snuggled next to him. She could hear his breathing as he too relaxed his body in anticipation of sleep. She had a good feeling about tomorrow, she just hoped she was right about the hurricane not hitting them just yet.

Pe-Hurricane...

Radar happily joined Angela on her bed. He set his head on the pillow next to her and turned towards her. “I would love to do something with you tomorrow…we could go on a kind of date or something. Would you like that?” He smiled slyly. “I actually have an idea! I’ll pick a place to go and some different things to do. You just be ready at seven tomorrow night and it’ll all be a surprise.” He leaned over and kissed her and then a thought crossed his mind. “You know there’s a hurricane watch, right? Are you going to be worried about that at all? I mean…what if we’re out during all of that?” He looked into her eyes, getting lost in their deep brown; worried about the hurricane but more excited about the prospect of taking her out somewhere special.

#hurricane pre-story #tgpprompt #ch: Radar #ch: angela