<strong>Name: </strong>Harry<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Garage/Front Yard<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kim, Hannah, Open<br/><br/>Harry tried to give Kim a reassuring look but failed miserable before watching his curvy older sister move off with the tent. The screetching sound of metal on concrete quickly caused him to turn around and watch his twin ungracefully drag the camping stove across the driveway and onto the yard. He winced at that sound which was up there like nails dragging across a chalkboard. For all of her intelligence and methodology when it came to organizing things, Hannah still failed at some of the more basic tasks - like asking him to help her carry the thing, instead of dragging it across the ground.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he turned to all the hunting gear. It would all need to be cleaned, the edges of the blades honed and the like and it was the sort of task he enjoyed to do. They were just like electronic or mechanical parts to him - he liked it a bit. He started to set out the various blades beside the guns on the table as well, each one seeming to have its own place in the grand order of things. He even leaned the fishing rods out against the edge of the table. There was certainly plenty to do.<br/><br/>That something was off still nagged at the back of his mind though. There was no imminent danger that he could discern and his father would not have left if there was, but something didn't quite seem right. He could easily get absorbed in the weaponry that was spread out but that meant he couldn't keep an eye on Hannah, who was now using the neighbors house to make rainbows in the air.<br/><br/>"Kim, help me hang these tarps up to try." He says, motioning to the pile of folded tarps. He grabbed them and some ripcord before taking all out into the yard. He strung the paracord up between two trees and waited for Kim to help him start unfolding the tarps and hanging them over the temporary ridgeline, letting them flutter in the wind and air out.