blow out all the candles -- open, snowball fight

tomorrow · 01-05-2019, 02:45 AM

JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES

It was a new day, and it seemed as though he was staying with Flintlock, at least for now. He'd gotten Beorhtwulf settled in his room, and though he hesitated leaving his companion there he couldn't stay cooped up inside. The prolonged time inside the lodge was already messing with his head, so he'd called Claire and Jeremiah to his side and decided to head outside.

The snow was still quite bad outside, making it hard to move around properly. He could see his breath in front of him as well, and the cold sent shivers through his body. It was nice though, a welcome feeling to snap him out of his funk.

He headed towards the treeline, but kept close to the lodge; he didn't want to encounter any more traps, and he doubted they'd be set up this close to the building itself. Still, he wanted a bit of room to roam and work off some steam.

Reaching to the ground, he grabbed a handful of snow and molded it into what could potentially be described as a spherical shape; whistling to catch Claire and Jeremiah's attention, he tossed the snowball and watched the dogs tear after it. Tomorrow didn't stifle the bark of laughter that came as Claire dived headfirst into the snow, snapping at an object that'd already fallen to pieces.

He reached down and started making another snowball, still chuckling as Jeremiah and Claire dug at the spot where the first snowball had landed. He hadn't noticed someone else approaching until he heard the crunch of snow underfoot and he whipped around, instinctively letting the snowball fly in the direction of whoever had approached him first.

HAYLEY · 01-05-2019, 04:47 AM

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☁ hayley was just trying to be nice when she approached tomorrow. he was new, his dog was still healing, and she wanted to see how he was settling in. bundles up in several coats and a massive scarf wrapped around her neck, overjoyed to be able to fit in pants once more, she approached, mouth opening to greet the man, when he suddenly whirred around and pelted her with snow. quite a bit got into her mouth and down her neck, mouth agape and eyes wide as she looked at him in shock.

❝did you just throw a snowball at me?❞ she said, anger lacing her voice, a look to match on her features. ❝you realize i'm in charge, right? and i just had a baby, like, a week and a half ago?❞ she said, appalled. then, the act melted away to an almost devious one as she bent over, scooping up a bit in a gloved hand, smacking it into a sort of an oval and launching it at him immediately, clearly amused.

tomorrow · 01-05-2019, 10:52 PM

JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES

Tomorrow's eyes widened in horror as the snowball hit Hayley square in the face. Eyes like saucers, he was speechless for a few seconds as Hayley's shock gave way to anger. He took a step back, shame coursing through him as she snapped at him.

He winced, and watched her carefully as she bent down and grabbed some snow and then tossed it at him. It hit the side of his coat and he let out a huff of air at the blow, and searched Hayley's face for the anger that'd been there before; luckily, she looked more amused than anything. Tomorrow gave her a shaky smile back, and felt a bit invigorated to grab another handful of snow, form it into a ball and throw it towards her.

tomorrow · 01-09-2019, 02:02 AM

JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES

He could never really claim he had good aim, and right now he was definitely being reminded of that. His earlier mounting panic from hitting Hayley came back in full force as his snowball hit Brendan solidly in the chest instead of his actual target, and Tomorrow winced and took a step backwards, stumbling slightly over the rough terrain.

The hatred in Brendan's eyes was hard to miss as the boy scooped up some snow and threw it, the snowball not hitting Tomorrow's face but his neck which was nearly as unpleasant. He let out a slightly undignified yelp as Jeremiah slammed into his legs, his attention trained on the snowball Brendan had thrown. The dog jumped up on Tomorrow, trying to sniff at his face and nip at the snow in an attempt to "catch" it.

"S-stop! Down, boy." Tomorrow commanded, voice shaking from what could be interpreted as amusement or fear.