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Who| Alex Rider and OPEN
What| Alex gets caught in a dust storm
Where| Desert Arena
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| n/a

It was the wind picking up slightly that warned Alex. Looking over his shoulder, he swore under his breath then yanked up the makeshift scarf that hung around his neck. A quick glance around revealed no means of shelter nearby, which meant he'd have to use his tent for protection. Slipping his pack from his shoulders, Alex hurried to erect the one-man structure before the dust reached him. By this point, he mostly had the whole tent pitching process down rather well, but having a wall of dust quickly moving his direction was always daunting. After snapping the last clips into place, Alex chucked his pack inside and made one last check that everything was tied down securely.

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Ruby coughed, bringing her skirts up to her face to try and block out the dust. Her own gaze was searching for shelter, but all she could see was the tent - and she was frankly a little worried about intruding. Still, as the dust came quicker she found herself running out of options as she shambled forward.

It wasn't like she didn't have anything to trade if it came down to it. Her crossbow had scored her quite a bit of meat in this desert, and she was capable enough with the scythe to protect herself if need be. But she doubted anyone around, this late in the game, would appreciate the intrusion.

As the winds started to pick up to a proper howl, Alex leaned back against his rolled sleeping bag, legs stretched out in front of him. He didn't have quite enough room to sit up completely, but his one-man tent was at least long enough for him. Wondering how long this dust storm would last, Alex tried to figure out once again what day it was. The irregular day lengths had thoroughly thrown off his internal clock, and not knowing what day it was was making him irritable.

Ruby's internal clock was a little bit confused, too, though she was trying not to care. They still had the images in the sky, telling them how many people were gone. That was the only measurement that really mattered.

There were too many people gone. People she'd never met, mostly - and she had been glad enough to avoid tents, if it meant getting to see that sky. But right now the dust storm was coming in, and she was moving to knock on the tent.

Alex barely hears the pattern of taps against the side of his tent over the howling wind and the spray of sand. But it's different enough from the other sounds of the storm, that he quickly calls out, not wanting to leave someone out in the elements.

"Is someone out there?"

"Have any room?" she called, a little nervously. She knew she couldn't expect any kindness during all of this, but... With this storm brewing, she did't have much choice. She needed to get some shelter.

Great. There was someone out there. He shook his head at his rotten luck and quickly started to unzip the the tent flap. He couldn't bring himself to force someone to stay out in the storm. Once the gap is large enough for a person to slip through, he tugged his makeshift bandana over his mouth and noise and poked his head out. Spotting the tall girl, he waved a hand at her.

"Quick, get in. There's not much room, but we'll both fit if we squeeze."

And if she tried to shank him, well, he was prepared for the possibility.

She had a cross bow and a scythe. But she wasn't pointing either at him, and she wasn't intending to either. She had meat, too, if he was hungry - she was more worried about shelter than food, right then.

"Thanks," she murmured, sliding in. "I. Um. i'm not really used to sand storms, but...." But she's pretty sure that was going to strip her flesh clear of if it didn't just bury her.

Once she was in, Alex hurriedly zipped the tent closed, keeping an eye on her weapons regardless. He gave the dust and sand in the tent a few moments to settle before pulling the bandana off his face.

"I think most of us aren't," he stated. "We don't exactly get them in London, that is certain."

"That's... England, right?" You'll have to forgive her. Storybrooke wan't really a cultural center. She didn't even know what a lemur was, before the curse broke - and after.... Well. A lifetime of the enchanted forest didn't do much, either.

"At least we're out of the sand, here..."

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