Karbie: Forever Adventures

Past, Present, and Future

Prepare for a blast from the past!

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Dark cloudy skies loomed in the distance, rolling inward towards the tropical island of Oahu. A sturdy wall of harsh precipitation could be seen, indicating it wasn't your average rain shower but a severely intense system that was sure to cause some electrical damage at the least and some flooding at the most.

Lightning illuminated the landscape beneath, followed a few seconds by the echoing crack of thunder. It wasn't too far away, maybe just a couple miles, but as Skipper peered out the wet window to their little Hawaiian duplex on Lemon Avenue, gazing at the monstrous charcoal plumage billowing and rolling its way towards her in a foreboding manner.

"Ugh, seriously? Another storm?"

Barbie chuckled to herself and raised her eye at her sister's dejected form.

"Looks like it. I guess the weather report was right on, huh?"

"This just sucks, ya know?", Skipper sighed, her forehead banging against the window pane, "I was gonna go for a run but now I can't..."

At this, Barbie frowned, a bit confused.

"But... Skip, you don't run"

"Today was going to be Day 1"

"No, it wasn't..."

Sigh, "No... it wasn't... But I can still complain about it"

Rolling her eyes again, Barbie found her sister's unwarranted whine still funny. She laughed quietly again, shaking her head at the girl's depressed gaze before turning her eyes back down to her book.

It was a perfectly gloomy day, in Barbie's opinion. Quite the contradiction, she admits, but to her it was one of those days where you really didn't feel like going anywhere, didn't feel like doing anything but sitting around and reading a good book. And with the upcoming weather pattern that was sure to keep them inside for the next several hours, it was as relaxing a day as Barbie could dream of. A glass of red wine, fuzzy slippers, her latest book of the month, and a cozy couch were the icing, cherry, and candles on the cake.

*snooooore*

Well, add in a slumbering fiance next to her and it was just perfect.

Ken had finished up his morning physical therapy sessions, just in time for the heavens to open up. Barbie had driven him to his appointment and remained there during his hour stint. While he wasn't too fond of it, he knew it would help. Combine that with a strenuous hour after for his concussion protocol regiment to aid his brain healing, you end up with one seriously exhausted big guy.

The massive encasing was off his knee, much to his comfort, but replaced with another smaller, temporary brace he would wear for the foreseeable future. Able to be removed for bathing and basic hygiene, Ken was beyond relieved for the change, but as the physical therapist informed him he would most likely need a supportive one for the rest of his life during high-level and high-impact activities - such as surfing -, his mood nosedived.

Yet, good news is good news and he would be grateful for any developments that allowed him to be more normal.

*snoooooore*

Barbie giggled silently to herself as she watched him snooze away; his legs were propped up on her lap while his head rested on a pillow. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, appreciatively, before turning her gaze back to her book against the pillow on his shins. And with one small sip of her merlot while the outside world accented Ken's snoring with lightning strikes and rumbles, she felt completely at ease...