[center][h1][b][u][color=bc8dbf]Caitlin Cade[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/center]

[indent][color=bc8dbf]"Yeah. I suppose they do. Between you and I, that's [b]two[/b] talents they got right."[/color] Cait's mood about the community service stint was starting to lighten as she talked to Prince. She drew in another hit off of her spliff, and pulled into a genuine smile as she continued painting the bench. Her grin faded slightly when she saw the door to the community center open and Tony strode out in all of his glory. [color=bc8dbf]"Task master incoming,"[/color] she mouthed with a laugh to Prince, who hadn't even picked up his brush. But it was already two late, and she found herself with a front row seat to a hardknock scolding by Drill Sergeant Tony. 

She began to chuckle a bit at her friend's expense. 

But the sound of something heavy landing on a car nearby cut her off. Her amusement intensified when Tony revealed it was his own car, fresh back from the shop, that had just been crushed under the weight of a cannonball of hail. Cait laughed out hard, nearly spitting out her spliff; her laugher masked by the blaring alarm from Tony's car. Then a second chunk of hail slammed into the ground nearby; Cait's amusement ceased almost immediately when a third chunk crashed onto the bench she had just been painting, causing her to stumble back in shock. The others had already gotten their head start on Tony's order, running back to safety of the community center. Cait reached up to to take Prince's hand, hauling herself back to her feet with his assistance, and bolting towards the building, spliff still miraculously between her lips. 

Her hand slid out from Prince's. Another chunk of hail touched down just behind her. Then a surge passed through her, the electrical current running through her from behind. She fell forward, losing her smoke, and took a hard landing against the concrete before she faded out of consciousness.[/indent]