I'm not your momma
WHO: Tino and Peter (anyone who feels like joining)
WHEN: November 11th, late wednesday afternoon
WHERE: Essex Emporium
WHAT: Tino will take you to the candyshop. But he won't let you lick his lollipop.
WEATHER: A hugeass snowstorm.
Somewhere between walking against the raging wind and barely managing to jump away from under a pile of snow that fell from some place above, Tino got the time to think about the bad luck that seemed to have found him again. It's finally my day off that I took to get a chance to explore this city and now it's snowing so hard I can barely see what's in front of me...
Hands deep in his pocket, head held low and his beanie almost covering his eyes, it wasn't an exaggeration for Tino to think like that.
Last night a huge snowstorm had made it's way to Liberty, and since then on it had been a constant blizzard the whole day. There were traffic jams, power cuts and lots of damaged property all over the city. But because Tino was an authentic Finn from Lapland, he had decided not to care about the snow, and use his day off the way he had planned to. Too bad he hadn't taken it into consideration that even though he could handle the snow, it could, and it would cause problems with the sightseeing part. And if Tino was to be honest with himself, he had walked in the storm for a quite a while now, his shoes were soaked, he couldn't feel his nose, and he was also very hungry.
Aaah, this is stupid, I should find some place where I could at least wait for the wind to calm down...
He looked around the street, squinting his eyes and trying to figure out a) where he was and b) was there any place in here where he could go to to wait for the storm to settle down. After turning his head around few times, Tino noticed a faint gleam about a hundred feet to his right. A faint gleam of every colour of the rainbow. ...What's that...?
Walking towards the light sluggishly with his numb feet, Tino slowly started to make out some of the letters above the store window. E...S...another S... another E...
When he finally arrived in front of the shop, Tino had to blink few times before looking at the items in the showcase again.
It was full of all kinds of candies imaginable. And of course, because we were in America, the candies were in all colours imaginable. Is this true or am I hallucinating because of the cold? Without stopping there to question his eyes any further than that, Tino took the last few steps, reached out with his slightly blue fingers, closed them around the handle and pulled the heavy door open, instantly getting a breeze of warm, delicious smelling air blown against his face. If this is a hallucination, I don't want to stop hallucinating...
WHEN: November 11th, late wednesday afternoon
WHERE: Essex Emporium
WHAT: Tino will take you to the candyshop. But he won't let you lick his lollipop.
WEATHER: A hugeass snowstorm.
Somewhere between walking against the raging wind and barely managing to jump away from under a pile of snow that fell from some place above, Tino got the time to think about the bad luck that seemed to have found him again. It's finally my day off that I took to get a chance to explore this city and now it's snowing so hard I can barely see what's in front of me...
Hands deep in his pocket, head held low and his beanie almost covering his eyes, it wasn't an exaggeration for Tino to think like that.
Last night a huge snowstorm had made it's way to Liberty, and since then on it had been a constant blizzard the whole day. There were traffic jams, power cuts and lots of damaged property all over the city. But because Tino was an authentic Finn from Lapland, he had decided not to care about the snow, and use his day off the way he had planned to. Too bad he hadn't taken it into consideration that even though he could handle the snow, it could, and it would cause problems with the sightseeing part. And if Tino was to be honest with himself, he had walked in the storm for a quite a while now, his shoes were soaked, he couldn't feel his nose, and he was also very hungry.
Aaah, this is stupid, I should find some place where I could at least wait for the wind to calm down...
He looked around the street, squinting his eyes and trying to figure out a) where he was and b) was there any place in here where he could go to to wait for the storm to settle down. After turning his head around few times, Tino noticed a faint gleam about a hundred feet to his right. A faint gleam of every colour of the rainbow. ...What's that...?
Walking towards the light sluggishly with his numb feet, Tino slowly started to make out some of the letters above the store window. E...S...another S... another E...
When he finally arrived in front of the shop, Tino had to blink few times before looking at the items in the showcase again.
It was full of all kinds of candies imaginable. And of course, because we were in America, the candies were in all colours imaginable. Is this true or am I hallucinating because of the cold? Without stopping there to question his eyes any further than that, Tino took the last few steps, reached out with his slightly blue fingers, closed them around the handle and pulled the heavy door open, instantly getting a breeze of warm, delicious smelling air blown against his face. If this is a hallucination, I don't want to stop hallucinating...