Shit. This Stephen King ass storm felt like it had come out of fucking nowhere, kind of literally. One minute, Cassie was trying to hotwire a car [with absolutely no help from Garth, who felt the need to critique her work more than actually lend a hand], and the next, her entire bottom half that was knelt on the asphalt was fucking soaked and she could hear the irishman exclaiming sharply as a torrential rainfall hit as quickly as the clouds had formed.
"F-u.. what the fuck?!" the redhead exclaimed, pulling herself out to stand beside the useless car as the downfall drenched her in about point-two seconds. Torn denim and plaid overshirt instantly soaked and heavy as her hair hung past her soaked face. Looking nearly brown or auburn with how dark the rain had made it. "Shit!" She exclaimed sharply, the wirestrippers she'd been holding clattering soundlessly to the pavement in the wake of the raucous thunder that ripped through the sky as sea-green eyes flickered up. It looked like some black hole had engulfed what had, only moments before, been a mildly cloudy sky. It looked as if it had become night time in a matter of seconds, the only light seeming to come from the cracking lightning ripping across the sky and lighting up the area in a series of fast, loud shreds of bright white.
The arid warmth that seemed to be a constant in the town of Cheyenne was there for a split second. Making the heat rise like steam from the pavement with the way the water hissed off of it, but just as quickly as the storm had come.. the temperature dropped. Before Cassie could even utter one more sharp explative, her breath puffed out, visible in the rain as her complexion had already paled with the cold rain, she began to flinch as the rain turned harder and harder.. until small and gradually largening bits of ice began hailing down upon them.
As her gaze turned to Garth, she couldn't quite hear what he was saying, but it seemed he'd already been looking for shelter, that much apparent as the man caught her eye and jerked his chin toward what appeared to be a large, 5 floor warehouse or factory in the near distance. Before she could respond or argue however, as she was often want to do, his large hand had gripped her sleeve and she was running along behind him, trying to pick up her speed to keep up with his longer legged stride. By the time they'd gotten to the door, however, they only slammed into the locked doors with a fruitless effort to get in. After a few seconds, the redhead stepped back and scanned upward, catching sight of some windows she could just barely reach if given help. Grabbing Garth's shirt sleeve, she gave the man a yank down to her level so he could hear her, pointing up at the window.
"Hoist me up!" Cassie shouted, gesturing to the glass.
