little whistle / OPEN, SNOW-SHOVELING

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[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]It had been awhile since she shoveled snow out of doors, but she could remember a few instances. Usually she was poorly equipped, with nothing but mittens and a t-shirt as she did her best to move the snow from the door, and of course failing with her once tiny hands. Thank god those days were over though. She was in undersized clothes, but she wasn't gonna get guaranteed sickness, at least.

The teenager would one by one scoop the snow into the shovel, clearing a path for her to move outside as to get the best view. Her arms were sore from bruises she once got long ago, but she ignored them as she instead began to shovel the snow past her shoulders, letting herself sink into thought as it flew off the porch. Her breath was clearly visible from the cold, nose runny and face flushed as soft shivers escaped her mouth, though she tried her best to stifle it as she one by one cleared the door.

By the time it was done, her shoulders ached and she had long adjusted to the cold, ears warn from her beanie, the only article of clothing that fit her right anymore. Holding the shovel like a staff as she leaned against the porch wall, she began to feel herself swaying sleepily, clearly not caring about the cold nipping at her, and she looked as though almost falling asleep as she began to sink closer to the ground, leaning the shovel back against the wall.
[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]Benjamin is pretty much no help at all when things are wrong. See, he's great at yelling for help, but actually noticing something is out of place is a whole different story. Honestly, noticing anything is a bit of a feat for him. He's blind and sometimes he's just not at all observant. He tries to be as much as he can, but when he's more focused on getting himself to walk in a straight line, sometimes he misses things. Luckily, though, he doesn't miss the freezing cold blast of air that hits him like a motherfucking wall—it had come from an open door, and Benjamin is definitely not happy about it. The raven-haired teenager stops abruptly in his path, furrowing his eyebrows and backing up quickly as if he'd been burned (which is amusing considering it had just been really, really cold) and then he wraps one arm around himself and shivers violently. "Hey, who's left the door open? It's freezing!" he calls in a somewhat bitter voice, because he's not at all dressed for the weather. It's nice and toasty in the common room, what with the fire going and all, so he hadn't worn his jacket or anything since he'd been at a comfortable temperature inside. Now he's got goosebumps up and down his arms, and it's not at all pleasant. He can think of maybe one person who'd have an actual reason to leave the door open, though, and with a bit of a huff, he lifts his eyebrows slightly, folding up his white cane and hooking it onto his belt before he then blindly feels his way to the open door. He only continues to shiver as he sticks his head outside, but his voice is a lot less bitter this time. "Greer? Is that you?" He's got no idea she's falling asleep—he just wants to know if she's out here doing her weekly task.

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[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Greer's eyes flung wide open at Benjamin's words, and she quickly turns upon his head poking out and clears her throat, jumping up to her feet. "I - yes, it's me. I'm sorry, I meant ta close the door. But the snow's all out of the way, for the most part. She lifted her head for a moment, heels rocking herself for a moment as she glanced to Benjamin. "Was a pain in the arse tho." She huffed, crossing her arms as she glanced at Benjamin again.

[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;"]"you did all that by yourself?" emmor asked curiously, peeking out the window at the shovelled snow, licking his lips under his mask. back in gstaad, there was so much snow that it took three people just to clear one walk way in under two hours. it had always been a pain in the ass- especially when there was an avalanche, since they lived at the base of a mountain. "couldve asked for help. i was always on snow shovel duty back home!"
[spoiler=TAGS | 3/03/18]GENERAL INFO —
→ Emmor | " Em / mor / morie " | masked guy
→ cisgender | male | he / him | it's very difficult to tell his gender
→ physically 22 y/o | mentally 20-25 y/o | may 25 | gemini
→ member of flintlock | joined mm-dd-yy
APPEARANCE —
→ 6'0 | 120 - 135 | feminine build
→ heterochromia, left eye is a very bright amber, right eye is a very intense greyish blue. his right eye is effected by coloboma, a birth defect that makes the pupil look like a key hole | diamond face shape, high and protruding cheek bones, pointed pixie like nose, small ears
→ curly white hair, often peaks out of his hood. bushy black eyebrows | very pale skin, almost considered albino
→ dylan forkest | ref
→ dresses so no skin is showing, always has good on over his cap | outfit
→ no scars | has a tattoo on the nape of his neck that says 'I want to live not just survive'
→ doesn't brush his hair, does bathe but only when he knows no one will see him.
→ voiceclaim: cole sprouse | example
→ terrible posture, always slouching | often makes motions with his hands to combat emotions or words, when he talks, his hands always move | has ok manners
PERSONALITY —
→ ISTJ | choleric | gryffindor | alignment
→ realist | ambivert
→ no psychological disorders
→ fears being hurt by someone he trusts / betrayal | his entire being is a secret | has few regrets
→ sometimes swears | has an extensive vocabulary | "no, i will not remove my mask."
RELATIONSHIPS —
→ unknown mother xx unknown father | unknown siblings | unknown father
→ single  | taken by __ | interested in relationships
→ homosexual | demiromantic
→ open to one night stands with men only | pm for romance / family plots
BATTLE TAGS —
→ peaceful actions can be powerplayed | reacts ok to physical contact of it's required. uncomfortable with unnecessary contact.
→ physically difficult (depending on the opponent) | mentally hard
→ uses a automatic rifle (one clip) | ok with hand to hand combat
→ attack in #B9AC8C | @ salem for quick reply
OTHER —
→ "speech"[/spoiler]