Jan 01, 2011 11:21
[Hope can be seen as a faint silhouette around the darkness of the sheltered clearing. There are a few of the parks Trees around him, but the feed is placed so you can see him. Was it accidental? Or was it purposeful? You can't tell as the silver-haired teen walks away from the feed and looks up at the trees.
You hear him mutter something that sounds like the word 'haste' as he begins to run through some of the training exercises that Lightning and Snow had begun to teach him. He flicks his boomerang, throwing it hard. A branch drops down a few feet from Hope. Did it make him feel better? No.
Hope stops. His fist clench and suddenly the clearing is illuminated by what seems to be lightning on his hands. He gestures towards the tree, and the loud crackle of lightning strikes it. And again. Again. And again. Each time growing smaller and smaller in gap until a different type of crack is heard.
If he was aware, he would have yelled Timber. But the tree split, falling towards Hope. A dull thunk is all that can be heard as the feed becomes blocked by charred leaves and sawdust.]
OOC: It was his sixth post... and he was using lightning spells. I HAD TOO. x3
[ou] hope estheim