Marine Rescue (Closed)

(Hey Camie, my character needs to meet your character.)

(Oh, okay. Who is your character again and where are they?)

( Astra and in the backroom.)

(Okay, here it goes…)

Abby headed into the backroom, carrying and armful of boxes. She couldn't see very far ahead of her.

Astra saw a girl carrying boxes, she seemed lost. "Need help?"

Abby jumped a little, hearing a voice. "Oh, no. I'm good… actually could you take the top two?"

"Yeah sure." Astra took the top two boxes from her.

"Thanks. I just need to put everything over there," Abby said, shifting her weight around to point to a vacant corner.

Astra squinted to where she was pointing. "Yeah ok." And put the boxes in the corner she was talking about. "Whats in them anyway?"

"Extra supplies in case something happens. It's mostly heavy towels I think," Abby answered, setting the boxes down with a sigh. "Really heavy towels."

"Why would towels be that heavy?" Astra asked in confusion.

"They have to be thick to wipe up a lot of water. That being said, the thicker the towel, obviously the heavier it is. Oh, I'm Abby, by the way." Abby held out her hand.

"Astra." She introduced herself and shook her hand. "Haven't seen you around before."

"I'm friends with Tara. I just got out of college… a couple weeks ago."

"Oh thats cool, hate collage." Astra commented.

Sara waited for Darren to open the door.

Tara sighed as she put some boxes in a closet. She walked over to the sea turtles' enclosure and watched them silently.

Darren opened the door to his apartment, boxes were pushed neatly into corners in almost every room so they weren't in the way. It was clear he had just moved in but nothing was a mess… He didn't like messes.

Sara gently set her backpack down by the door. "Wow."

"What?" Darren looked around his house like something was wrong.

"Nothing! It just seems really organized in here even through there are boxes everywhere. When my sister moved into her apartment, her apartment looked like a tornado went through it."

Darren chuckled, "I just don't like messes I guess, they make me feel a little anxious sometimes,"

Sara nodded. "I feel the same way…." She trailed off.

"So, umm, are you hungry? I just moved here so I don't have much, but, like, Hotpockets…"

Sara shrugged. "I love Hotpockets."

(Ty)

(Calm down, it's okay. No need to yell)

"Sweet," He ventured off into the kitchen and popped some into the microwave.

(I DIDN'T YELLLLLLLL
Okay that time I yelled.)

(Lol)

Sara followed Darren and sat down silently at the table.