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genessia2018-01-03 09:31 am
clevermind) wrote in genessia2018-01-03 09:31 am
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( ACTION ) - BLIZZARD @ GENESSIA CITY
[Belle is at work when the first fluffs of snow begin to fall. She knows about the storm, they've all had fair warning, and she's prepared per Yang's helpful video a few days prior but she doesn't see the blizzards start when she's at work.
She finishes tidying up at the shop and then slips into a world blanketed by ice and snow. It's an easy path home. One that she's traveled countless times since her arrival. The way takes her through Everglade and into Genessia proper.
Her boots compact the snow with each step, her gloved fingers curling around her cloak to hold it close to her thin frame. Belle is sure that she can make it home safely, even as the blizzard begins to intensify around her. She easily cuts a path to the archway and then finds herself lost in a picture of pure white.] You can do it. [She tells herself in a soft firm voice.] Just make it home.
[The wind picks up, pulling at Belle's thick cloak and sending her stumbling forward. A soft cry tears from her throat as the clasp on her cloak snaps, forcefully pulling the protective layering away and into the air above her. The cold bites unpleasantly at Belle's skin, seeping through her dress.
Belle reaches for her phone but the smooth high-tech device slips through her fingers, disappearing into the snow below. Belle gasps and stumbles forward as she tries and fails to catch the device.
The wind stings her cheeks and pulls at her hair as she frantically begins to digs. It doesn't take her long to find the device but her gloves are soaked and her fingers have begun to stiffen and freeze. Belle doesn't try to use her phone. She doesn't think she has the dexterity and she doesn't want to drop it again.
She forces herself to her feet, her arms pulled tightly to her chest and stumbles blindly through the storm for somewhere warm to call for help.]
She finishes tidying up at the shop and then slips into a world blanketed by ice and snow. It's an easy path home. One that she's traveled countless times since her arrival. The way takes her through Everglade and into Genessia proper.
Her boots compact the snow with each step, her gloved fingers curling around her cloak to hold it close to her thin frame. Belle is sure that she can make it home safely, even as the blizzard begins to intensify around her. She easily cuts a path to the archway and then finds herself lost in a picture of pure white.] You can do it. [She tells herself in a soft firm voice.] Just make it home.
[The wind picks up, pulling at Belle's thick cloak and sending her stumbling forward. A soft cry tears from her throat as the clasp on her cloak snaps, forcefully pulling the protective layering away and into the air above her. The cold bites unpleasantly at Belle's skin, seeping through her dress.
Belle reaches for her phone but the smooth high-tech device slips through her fingers, disappearing into the snow below. Belle gasps and stumbles forward as she tries and fails to catch the device.
The wind stings her cheeks and pulls at her hair as she frantically begins to digs. It doesn't take her long to find the device but her gloves are soaked and her fingers have begun to stiffen and freeze. Belle doesn't try to use her phone. She doesn't think she has the dexterity and she doesn't want to drop it again.
She forces herself to her feet, her arms pulled tightly to her chest and stumbles blindly through the storm for somewhere warm to call for help.]