And the Storm goes on, and on, and on and...
The sky was darker than usual and Abby could see a vague outline of the moon through the haze of pollution that hung over Gotham like a funeral pall. It looked like Abby had taken a longer nap than she planned which wasn't anything to worry about as work had finished early and everybody else was busy.
Abby decided then that she really needed a cup of tea, something to calm her. She had felt anxious all day and thought maybe a nap would help but evidently it changed nothing. With this in mind Abby made her tea and sat down to watch the news. Nothing good was on until 9pm which was when they were showing a cartoon marathon (Abby ate those up!).
This usually meant resigning oneself to the news which while often depressing was better than watching Debra Wells and whatever "star" she had managed to cast her inescapable net over and bring in like an expert fisherman. Getting Abby to even spare a glance at "Around the Block with Debra" was like trying to eat a rock, painful and utterly pointless.
Tonight's news was on a recent almost-break out from Arkham which was thankfully stopped quickly and a string of robberies in the area. Abby paid some attention to that and tuned out the drivel being spouted about whatever stunt was pulled by the predictably "fallen from grace" celebrity trying to get the nation's attention. Dahlia Heprey came on to deliver another report this time on gang violence rising in Gotham (Since when has it not been rising?) and the buying of several up and coming and succeeding companies by the ever popular Bruce Wayne.
Finally Abby switched channels to Cartoons for Kids because the news was devolving into celebrity gossip. Cartoons for Kid's (CFK) had been playing old reruns of Mr. Frog Hops Along since 7:30 which Abby could tolerate to a certain point. It would be 9 soon so Mr. Frog would not be hopping on her screen for much longer.
Just as Abby went to sit back down and wait for the marathon she came to a terrifying realization. She had been doing basically the same thing almost every night and it was absolutely depressing!
Suddenly a very loud and annoying beeping sound started coming from the television. It read "DO NOT GO OUTSIDE, SEVERE STORM AND FLOOD WARNING! DO NOT GO OUTSIDE, STAY INSIDE OR FIND COVER! CHANNEL SEVEN FOR MORE INFORMATION!" Abby switched to channel seven to see the weatherman shifting around uncomfortably trying to explain the freak weather. The huge map behind him showed a big angry red blot over the area of New Jersey that was Gotham.
"As you can see folks it seems we have a very sudden, um, storm coming in here!" The weatherman himself looked flabbergasted at the speed the storm seemed to be arriving.
Abby turned towards to window to see absolutely nothing but a sheet of rain coming down heavier than that time she saw a huge body builder slip on a patch of ice. Abby grabbed her phone to call Dora and see if she was okay.
"Dora are you there?" Abby asked into the phone worriedly. No answer came and Abby almost panicked until she heard her friends voice come in.
"Abby I'm here, do you see that rain? It's coming down hard, like really hard!" Abby gave a sound of agreement and checked the time. It was 9:10, the marathon had started and Dora spoke again.
"I got home in time and turned on the TV to find the warning trumpeting its message on Tune Television! Do you think Devon's doing alright?!" Dora added. Abby almost smacked herself on the head, she had to call Devon.
Devon was an old friend Dora and Abby knew from college and had gotten in touch with finally. He became a sort of high priority for both girls because he was easily scared and had a fear of people in costume. You could be a school mascot or Batman himself, Devon wouldn't distinguish. He was on medicine to keep him calm until he could control his fear or at least the reaction with little to no help from meds.
Abby said goodbye to Dora and hung up, she filtered through her call directory for Devon's number. (He had called earlier in the day asking about whether Abby liked unicorns or fuchsia lamps with unicorns, Abby told him neither. Unicorns and fuchsia lamps weren't her thing.) While filtering through various numbers (Abby seemed to have had a lot of people calling that day, she couldn't have even answered most of them due to work.) the room went pitch black. Abby dropped the phone and stumbled backwards in surprise, tripping over a cord while she was at it.
"Oh well isn't this just completely wonderful!" Abby said sarcastically towards no one in particular. Thunder boomed as if responding to her proclamation and if anything the rain was coming down even harder, great.
Abby was so done with today, so, so done.
I am back from the dead, I think. I may just be a zombie! Anyways, sorry for the long wait. I have been super busy with work and I did warn the masses, chapter updates for my stories will be infuriatingly irregular. I was being serious there by the way, I have a job and oh crap, summer reading which I've read the book but I have to finish the writing/journal assignment for it. Ah summer, going by way too fast!
And back to the real subject at hand, I'm working on Take and Return for anyone here who has read some of that. Reviews for both stories are welcome. I am still looking for ideas on a name for the hero from chapter two and I encourage anyone who has an idea for a chapter or a mistake they may have found in my writing to include it in my review. Note that I will not use all ideas. Alright then, thanks for reading catch you next time!
Oh and one more thing, what would Gotham citizens watch on TV? I know weird question but would they watch cop shows that much because sometimes I don't think they would but you never know. I'm trying to get the feel of an average citizen of Gotham and thought that some outside views might help round them out a little more.