Post by triggerhappyjuliet on Mar 26, 2010 10:21:08 GMT -5
The snowstorm had been blowing for almost a week now and both lakes and ponds had pretty much been frozen over. The roads were pretty much untouchable as a matter of fact, going outdoors period wasn't even a plausable plan.
A cold artic wind and storm had been terrorizing the town of Olaridge Missiouri and visiously attacked the flesh of anybody that walked out. It was almost as if it wasn't Missiouri anymore but that the entire town had somehow been transported into the dark winter months of the antartic.
"Hmm...this weather is ridicious. Maybe I should go inside..." Said a tall emo boy, he had big baby blue eyes and a short tight black band shirt and black skinny jeans. His hair was short and slightly spikey in the back with long bangs, compeletely jet black except for the burst of rusty red coloring in the middle. His back was calmly placed against a tall brown oak, staring out at the white wonderland of Hell with a severly distant look in his eyes. Small ice cicles had begun to form on his skin and snow had collected in a miniture hill around his feet. After a deep sigh he shook the snow off his head and turned to climb up the dark oak, into a rather large tree house.
A cold artic wind and storm had been terrorizing the town of Olaridge Missiouri and visiously attacked the flesh of anybody that walked out. It was almost as if it wasn't Missiouri anymore but that the entire town had somehow been transported into the dark winter months of the antartic.
"Hmm...this weather is ridicious. Maybe I should go inside..." Said a tall emo boy, he had big baby blue eyes and a short tight black band shirt and black skinny jeans. His hair was short and slightly spikey in the back with long bangs, compeletely jet black except for the burst of rusty red coloring in the middle. His back was calmly placed against a tall brown oak, staring out at the white wonderland of Hell with a severly distant look in his eyes. Small ice cicles had begun to form on his skin and snow had collected in a miniture hill around his feet. After a deep sigh he shook the snow off his head and turned to climb up the dark oak, into a rather large tree house.
