Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Joanna halted. Her eyes glaring at Trisha. "Really?" Was it even worth it? Probably, just to annoy this girl some more. But she didn't know if she wanted to turn around and go back or not. Joanna heaved a sigh. "I wanted to go home the second I left that door. But I want to find out what's going on. Kay? You're stuck with me, Trish-A. I know, just what you wanted to hear on this beautiful Saturday morning with no electricity." What bugged her, was the fact the cell phones weren't even working. Black outs never caused that. So she had a feeling there was something else. Might as well find out what.

Gladur smiled, finding some water bottles and filling them up from the sink, tossing one each into the identical bags they had. She added a few of the non-perishable snacks they had lying around, granola, trail mix, and the like. She left the bags on the counter and went to sit at the bar that looked into the kitchen. From her perch, she could watch Eir struggle with the milkshakes, a grin on her face. "So, where should we go today? Maybe into town?" She took one of the sandwiches and bit into it, humming in appreciation. The tomatoes were juicy, the lettuce crunchy, the bread not soggy, even without toasting. She supposed a lot of - or almost all of - what made a sandwich good was its ingredients.

"Mmmm, delicious! You always know just what to put in these." She picked up the plate and the other milkshake, following him to the table and sitting across from him. "Maybe we should go into the woods?" she asked, swallowing down a mouthful. It was peaceful outside - but then, it always was, in these small suburbs - and no cars drove by in the time that Galdur glanced out the window, chewing on her sandwich thoughtfully, and washing the aftertaste out with the milkshake. "Considering the blender was out, this is surprisingly...un-chunky!" A heartfelt smile followed those words, and she finished the sandwich shortly after.

"And the dishes are the least I can do, considering you made all the food!" She danced away from the table, spinning despite the plate and glass in her hands, setting them in the sink and turning on the faucet. The water ran for a few moments - enough to rinse the dishes - before she turned it off, saving it for later while she scrubbed away whatever imperfection she could find in the plates. Once Eir finished, she took his plates too and rinsed them as well, setting them to dry on a towel next to the sink.

"There! All done. Let's go out!" Grabbing one of the bags, she swiftly headed over to the garage, where they kept their bikes. They each had their own mountain bike, for when the family went camping - not often - and a tandem bike made for city streets. Depending on where they decided to go, they would choose a different bike. She set her bag down by the helmets and walked over to the garage door, putting her hands around the bottom and attempting to lift it. But it was significantly more difficult, without the optional assistance of the garage door opener. "Brother, could you help me with this?"

Max was completely on-edge as he sat on the couch with his bag beside him. Mr. and Mrs. Knebel had disappeared somewhere, but he could tell they were worried. Tony was sitting at the table, looking at his watch and grumbling about Trisha being late. Max did find it slightly odd that they were still having a study session when the power -all the power- was out. But seriously, cars weren't working, cell phones wouldn't turn on. With every second thinking about it, the more Max Adams became more terrified. He heard voices outside, and he peeked out the window to see a couple of the gangster teenagers from a few blocks over carrying bags and heading in the direction of the store, but that wasn't the worst thing. He knew it probably shouldn't surprise him, but they had handguns strapped around their waists, without trying to conceal them at all. Max fell back onto the couch, feeling himself start to shake. Were they going to rob the store? And he just had to ask himself, were they going after money, or food? Was that what this had come to? People hoarding and stealing food? He didn't find it the most surprising thing. If the power didn't turn back on, money seemed a little useless. People would freak out and steal the necessary things they needed for survival.

ic; Feet shuffling at an uneven pace, Tyler kept his head low - some part of him voiced that this was not going to keep him from being seen and just made him more suspicious, but he ignored such a thought and continued walking in such a hunched-over manner. The sound of rushing footsteps caused him to lift his head, just in time to avoid a man running in the opposite direction with him arms full of perishable items. That's... actually pretty much the usual. However, the increasing sound of rushing footsteps caused him to plaster himself to the wall of a building - he bit down his grimace - and watched with feigned disinterest. People tore by him and the noise was thunderous. As they cleared, he watched as police officers chased after them and resigned himself to a raised eyebrow in confusion before continuing off on his way to his apartment.

He ignored the broken glass.

ooc; if you don't mind me asking... is this based upon the show Revolution? because i can't wait for that show... C: