#kimberly & olifer

[kmadrigalsoto]

Gripping her phone tightly, Kimberly unknowingly clenched her jaw as her mind wandered into deep thought about every possible thing that could happen with this blackout. Stressed as she was, she could only hope that the generator would kick in and things would go back to normal. However, the other half of her considered it as wishful thinking given the current events that had already been happening around the city. 

She immediately snapped out of her thoughts as she heard someone respond to her and averted her attention over to them, “It’s alright…” she replied in defeat. “I feel like I’m just being dramatic at this point. There are bigger issues at stake than a cute outfit.” Tossing her phone into her clutch, she sighed heavily before carefully turning towards the voice, "Awww noo!! That's not good and fair point...Let's carefully make our way towards..." Her voice trailed off as she was adjusting her vision in the dark with what little light source they had, "—those seats over at that table. From what I can tell, they seem to be vacant. Is that alright?" Her main priority right now was damage control and ensuring that the attendees were safe.

The party had been happening, and then it wasn't. Olifer's eyes dilated, trying to make sense of a room cast into unending darkness. Not even the signs above the exits were alight — instead, he turned on the spot in which he stood, the sound of Italian soles screeching against marble. His hands reaching out to touch anything that might've been within close vicinity. What the actual fuck was happening? As an ex-seal, his first thought was to spring into action. But the worst part of it all? He hated himself for it, his mind instantly thinking of her. Was she okay? Was there anyone with her? Was she…scared? Gulping thickly, he shook his head. There were some habits that died hard, he guessed. And no matter how much he told himself that he was getting over it, just another lie told to keep himself propelling forward. The unending pain that had embedded itself into his soul was doing its best to override his nervous system. But instead, he steeled himself. Dug his heels into those overly expensive shoes and reminded himself of his TTPS: Tactical, technical and practices. The seals had always been taught to consider it in any situation where the circumstances were unsure. Always be prepared for anything.

When the woman's voice broke through that earth shattering inner monologue, he remembered to breathe, looking toward...nothingness before he reached for his phone and tapped the screen. Nothing. Fuck. However, turning the screen off as he pocketed it, in order to conserve the battery — he realised the woman beside him was still talking...a lot. Not that he'd ever tell her that, funnily enough, he found it somewhat comforting when there was nothing for him to see. Silence would've only made it worse. But he realised, only a moment later, he was silent himself. "I'm, uh, sure you look beautiful. I'd give you a breakdown if I could see." he wouldn't. But he was trying to ease the nerves they were all feeling. His leg, unable to stay still, jigged on the spot. "I'm fine." He wasn't, darkness...he wasn't fond of. "Just a little claustrophobic, at times." reaching up to loosen his tie. "Are you? I'd remove the heels now, before you hurt yourself or someone else." If she even had heels on.

[oliferbrooks]

The party had been happening, and then it wasn't. Olifer's eyes dilated, trying to make sense of a room cast into unending darkness. Not even the signs above the exits were alight — instead, he turned on the spot in which he stood, the sound of Italian soles screeching against marble. His hands reaching out to touch anything that might've been within close vicinity. What the actual fuck was happening? As an ex-seal, his first thought was to spring into action. But the worst part of it all? He hated himself for it, his mind instantly thinking of her. Was she okay? Was there anyone with her? Was she…scared? Gulping thickly, he shook his head. There were some habits that died hard, he guessed. And no matter how much he told himself that he was getting over it, just another lie told to keep himself propelling forward. The unending pain that had embedded itself into his soul was doing its best to override his nervous system. But instead, he steeled himself. Dug his heels into those overly expensive shoes and reminded himself of his TTPS: Tactical, technical and practices. The seals had always been taught to consider it in any situation where the circumstances were unsure. Always be prepared for anything.

When the woman's voice broke through that earth shattering inner monologue, he remembered to breathe, looking toward...nothingness before he reached for his phone and tapped the screen. Nothing. Fuck. However, turning the screen off as he pocketed it, in order to conserve the battery — he realised the woman beside him was still talking...a lot. Not that he'd ever tell her that, funnily enough, he found it somewhat comforting when there was nothing for him to see. Silence would've only made it worse. But he realised, only a moment later, he was silent himself. "I'm, uh, sure you look beautiful. I'd give you a breakdown if I could see." he wouldn't. But he was trying to ease the nerves they were all feeling. His leg, unable to stay still, jigged on the spot. "I'm fine." He wasn't, darkness...he wasn't fond of. "Just a little claustrophobic, at times." reaching up to loosen his tie. "Are you? I'd remove the heels now, before you hurt yourself or someone else." If she even had heels on.

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: carriage falls country club / mayoral ball

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: during the blackout period

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: open to those in the vicinity

One moment, it was nothing but chatter, laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses all around as the vast majority enjoyed the celebration. The next it was darkness all around with worrisome partygoers and brewing chaos. It didn't help that alcohol was served and surely enough would mean future injuries to come for those who had a little too much and weren't careful. Did she even hear some glasses break? At this rate, Kimberly's heart sank completely as soon as the blackout took place. To see her and her team's work go to ruins as she wasn't sure what to do next brought her anxieties to the forefront as she immediately reached for her phone to see if she was able to get signal for any news or incoming messages. Instead, she was met with nothing.

"Shit." she said outloud to whoever's next to her. "Okay don't panic...Surely there's a generator that needs to be up and running right? Why did it have to happen now!? I spent all day getting ready and I did not look this cute just for all this to not be seen." She used that as a front since it pained her to even comment on her and her team's hard work at this point and she was doing her best to not be on the verge of complete tears. "Like I'm sure you look cute too, but I can't even see shit to even determine that. And no, the phone's flashlight doesn't even count especially since it has crappy lighting and we should be conserving battery. Anyways, are you okay though? You didn't like trip over your own feet or anything like that?"