Cold as Ice

[penmaster]

Ghost Writer brought his hands to his arms and rubbed some feeling into him. He was colder than ever now, and it wasn't because of any damned ice powers. He brought them down and simply tightened his scarf and overcoat before pouring some scotch in a glass to warm him. He felt as though he was coming down was something, he hoped it would pass soon.

He turned to the door and sipped, waiting for Freakshow.