[ITP: A girl paler than the snow. NIGHTTIME]
[on the edges of camp, somewhere not far from the Caves of Despair, you might come across a shivering teenage albino girl with a TERRIBLE case of sunburn, blistered hands and all. She looks dressed for summer, is carrying a duffel bag, and she's looking up at the dark sky with disdain. In her hands is a torn-paper map of Birmingham, which she's been staring at, as if staring will suddenly encourage hidden clues to show themselves.]
It's like the streets forgot where they're supposed to lead. It must be his doing. The snow too. Now how to find Red Mountain from here.
((ooc: Intro post for Dancy. May be slow due to new voice et al, but feel free to post-rape and mingle in the Caves' vicinity? ETA: back and picking up threads!))
It's like the streets forgot where they're supposed to lead. It must be his doing. The snow too. Now how to find Red Mountain from here.
((ooc: Intro post for Dancy. May be slow due to new voice et al, but feel free to post-rape and mingle in the Caves' vicinity? ETA: back and picking up threads!))