A/N: Oh my goodness, the SAT was the most boring experience of my life. I know I did horribly in the math section. Anywho, I'm so sorry for not updating, but it's been hell for the past week or two.
Gill, who looked positively miserable, got plenty of strange looks as he walked through town, covered in dirt. Being messy was no big deal to Angela, however, so nobody gave her a second glance. It's not that she was filthy; she just always looked a little beaten up from her strenuous job.
"I'll take you back home, okay? I've got work to do back at home, and you're probably exhausted," she said with a yawn, "You can explain stuff to your dad and tell me later, Gill!" Angela walked off with a bounce in her step, which highly contrasted the gathering storm clouds. As she looked up, a drop of rain plopped on her nose. She covered her head with her hands (as if it would help), and scurried back into her own district, at which point it had begun to hail large chunks of ice. "Why can't this just be snow?" Angela complained aloud, her voice silenced by the sound of the ice shattering like glass.
Covered head to toe in bone-chillingly cold water; she stepped into her house and flipped the switch to turn on the light. No matter how many times the switch clicked, nothing happened.
"Figures…" Angela muttered. Without electricity meant no light or heat, which wasn't the best news for a girl who looked like a swamp monster. She sighed and mumbled various complaints as she changed into dry clothes and wrapped her head in a towel. Grabbing a blanket from her bed, Angela chucked a few pieces of spare firewood she kept inside in case of situations like this. With the fire crackling, a thick glass panel in front of it to prevent the flames from spreading, she wrapped herself in a blanket and wondered how to pass the time. There really wasn't anything to do without her farm to tend to or animals to feed. She pulled a chair up to the window and listened to the erratic drumbeat of the hail hitting the ground.
Gill drummed his fingers nervously on the window sill at Town Hall, with perfectly functioning electricity and heat. The power of the town was much stronger than those of the buildings rested on dirt. He knew the power at Angela's house would most likely be out, and the anxiety was driving him insane.
"She'll be fine Gill. Angela isn't a glass doll; she can handle herself." Elli said, looking quite agitated. "Now stop tapping your fingers. I can't focus."
"But…Look at this weather! She's going to get herself killed!"
"Look, if you're that much of a nervous wreck, go see her," she grumbled, covering her ears to avoid the awful drumming. Elli tossed a closed umbrella to him, "Go wild." He nodded and the door closed with a gust of wind and a slam. With the tapping fingers long gone, she continued to write a letter to Jin. Love was work, wasn't it? She hadn't seen Anissa hanging around him lately, so it was time to strike while the iron was hot. After finishing, she sprayed it with a bit of perfume, and sealed it. She just had to wait for the weather to clear up.
Gill, whose shoes and pant legs were sparklingly clean, but by the time he made it to Angela's house, they were, once again, covered in mud. At least the rest of his clothes were clean enough, and was otherwise dry. Her windows were emanating a dull glow. He knocked on the door, followed by the patter of footsteps.
"Hello? Oh my goodness Gill, why are you here? It's just a little rain," she complained, and held out a hand to stop Gill from coming in, "Don't take one step until I get a towel on the ground." He tapped his foot impatiently until she returned with a ratty pink towel and placed it on the ground. "So how'd it go with your dad?" Angela asked as she tossed another log into the fire.
"You don't know the half of it."