Post by Myth on Mar 21, 2009 10:42:56 GMT -5
It had seemed like a proper place for him when he had heard of it. A freezing, snow-covered place with a haunted mansion seemed just right for him. Now he knew he had been misinformed - it was the exact opposite except for the freezing part! It was the most childish place he'd ever seen, with candy lining the walls of the mansion, and he'd even heard Santa lived here. Now he knew where he was - Christmas Town. Apparently the person telling him about it forgot to mention the name of the town, or he would have never come here in the first place.
And to top off the cold, he looked stupid. His lips, cheeks, and fingers were turning blue, the tips of his hair were catching snow and freezing over, and his shoulders and head were covered with small piles of snow. Against a transparent figure, it looked like floating snow.
He sighed. He couldn't see his breath, proving once again that he wasn't alive. His breath was already cold... it didn't really make sense since he was freezing to death.
He folded his arms, snorting. "I shouldn't even be taking pit stops."
And that's when he was taken down by what seemed to be a white speck of snow the first moment, and a huge ball of fluffy flakes the next. He fell down into the knee-deep snow, fluff cover his mask and leaking inside it.
Maybe someone thought he was a freak because he was so ghostly?... The thought made him uneasy.
He wiped the snow off his mask, and struggled to stand up (it wasn't easy because the snow was so deep). Then he looked for his attacker.
((Kinda sucky. I need some practice. o.o))
And to top off the cold, he looked stupid. His lips, cheeks, and fingers were turning blue, the tips of his hair were catching snow and freezing over, and his shoulders and head were covered with small piles of snow. Against a transparent figure, it looked like floating snow.
He sighed. He couldn't see his breath, proving once again that he wasn't alive. His breath was already cold... it didn't really make sense since he was freezing to death.
He folded his arms, snorting. "I shouldn't even be taking pit stops."
And that's when he was taken down by what seemed to be a white speck of snow the first moment, and a huge ball of fluffy flakes the next. He fell down into the knee-deep snow, fluff cover his mask and leaking inside it.
Maybe someone thought he was a freak because he was so ghostly?... The thought made him uneasy.
He wiped the snow off his mask, and struggled to stand up (it wasn't easy because the snow was so deep). Then he looked for his attacker.
((Kinda sucky. I need some practice. o.o))