10-02-2019, 11:56 PM
YOU'LL SOON FIND YOU HAVE FEW CHOICES
The cold seeped into their bones, gnawing and hungry as they pressed forward over the frozen ground, the air burning in their lungs with every inhale. Chance of hypothermia was at a minimum thankfully, they'd been taking frequent warm-up breaks and had been staying away from open areas where the wind flowed hardest. The pack on their bag was a small one-person tent, waterproof and a godsend when pitched to get out of the cold, and clipped onto that was a pair of sheep shears wrapped in a makeshift leather casing to keep moisture off.
At least this high in the mountains, there wouldn't be a Felix in sight. At least, that's what Greer hoped; never having another encounter with those glorified gangsters would be nice. A full body shiver reminded them that the only reason they were putting up with this bodily hell was because of those bastards.
In the distance, Greer spotted something through the trees. It looked like some sort of- town? There was civilization up in these mountains? Well, hopefully not recent civilization; if it was all abandoned that'd be a godsend. Invigorated with the thought of getting out of the wind, Greer trudged along until they reached the frosted streets. Blindsided by their want to get inside, they didn't notice the light footprints along the frozen roads.
Pushing inside the nearest building, Greer immediately got to work by shedding their tent bag and stripping off their outer layers of waterlogged clothing; they'd been wearing about three layers of clothes to keep frostbite away. It was still cold inside even with both remaining layers, so they untangled their tent tarp and immediately wrapped it around themselves before collapsing onto the dusty couch, eyes instinctively shutting in order to catch as much sleep as possible as quickly as possible.
But something caused Greer to pause, an internal alarm sounding off for danger. They opened their eyes again, realizing it was a bit too warm to be a normal abandoned mountain house. It was comfortable as all hell, but suspicious. They stood up and padded around, catching a whiff of fresh dirt coming from one of the bedrooms.
Pushing open the door, they didn't see a bed and dressers and other normal bedroom things; instead they saw what seemed to be a greenhouse, vegetables sprouting out of the soft dirt in lines made of pots and converted troughs.
"Motherfu-" Greer started, before hearing the front door open and whipping around to face whoever had presumably come to check on their crops. What the stranger would see was a strange person, long hair lightly dusted with snow and frost, wrapped in a tarp standing in the doorway to a greenhouse room, panic evident in their eyes.
At least this high in the mountains, there wouldn't be a Felix in sight. At least, that's what Greer hoped; never having another encounter with those glorified gangsters would be nice. A full body shiver reminded them that the only reason they were putting up with this bodily hell was because of those bastards.
In the distance, Greer spotted something through the trees. It looked like some sort of- town? There was civilization up in these mountains? Well, hopefully not recent civilization; if it was all abandoned that'd be a godsend. Invigorated with the thought of getting out of the wind, Greer trudged along until they reached the frosted streets. Blindsided by their want to get inside, they didn't notice the light footprints along the frozen roads.
Pushing inside the nearest building, Greer immediately got to work by shedding their tent bag and stripping off their outer layers of waterlogged clothing; they'd been wearing about three layers of clothes to keep frostbite away. It was still cold inside even with both remaining layers, so they untangled their tent tarp and immediately wrapped it around themselves before collapsing onto the dusty couch, eyes instinctively shutting in order to catch as much sleep as possible as quickly as possible.
But something caused Greer to pause, an internal alarm sounding off for danger. They opened their eyes again, realizing it was a bit too warm to be a normal abandoned mountain house. It was comfortable as all hell, but suspicious. They stood up and padded around, catching a whiff of fresh dirt coming from one of the bedrooms.
Pushing open the door, they didn't see a bed and dressers and other normal bedroom things; instead they saw what seemed to be a greenhouse, vegetables sprouting out of the soft dirt in lines made of pots and converted troughs.
"Motherfu-" Greer started, before hearing the front door open and whipping around to face whoever had presumably come to check on their crops. What the stranger would see was a strange person, long hair lightly dusted with snow and frost, wrapped in a tarp standing in the doorway to a greenhouse room, panic evident in their eyes.
[justify]You can’t run so you must hide [abbr=Nathaniel Greer, goes by Greer | Any pronouns acceptable, currently going by they/them | 19yrs Old | 5'10" | To stressed for relationships | Near-sighted, unable to clearly see anything 100ft or further with glasses]&[/abbr]
You won’t make it back this time [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with wooden club or sheep shears | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
So my friend our time is done [abbr=Lite emo nerd aesthetic | Shoulder length dyed purple hair | Dark hazel eyes | Wears prescription glasses not made for them, but are good enough for them to see | Usually immaculately clean]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
You won’t make it back this time [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with wooden club or sheep shears | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
So my friend our time is done [abbr=Lite emo nerd aesthetic | Shoulder length dyed purple hair | Dark hazel eyes | Wears prescription glasses not made for them, but are good enough for them to see | Usually immaculately clean]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
PLEASE, IT'S NOT OKAY
nathaniel greer - any pronouns
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