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[echolls_cursed]

It hadn't been so bad at first, the cold and snow and everything that had come with it, but it was getting old fast. Logan was starting to miss being outside, being in the water with the sun beating down on him. These days the only time he was outside he was walking as fast as he could from the hut to the compound of vice versa

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[little_moons]

Stepping out of the compound and into the cold, I shiver as soon as the bitter chill hits my face, leaning over the steaming mug of coffee clutched in my hands and hoping it'll help me warm the fuck up already.

I pause at the bottom of the steps, adjusting my scarf around my neck and coughing a little, the cold burning my throat a little raw. Its not even that cold today, but I've got zero tolerance. I'm ready for the heat to come back. Sure, the snow is pretty and all, but its damn near painful.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan nearly laughed when he saw Neil step out into the cold, bundled up and warming himself with a cup of coffee. It was just too perfect.

He took a moment to quietly pack another two snowballs, and then carefully aimed his first right at the back of Neil's head. He threw it hard and laughed as it hit Neil dead on, exploding in a cloud of white chunks.

[little_moons]

I squawk out this embarrassing surprised sound when I'm unexpectedly smacked in the face with snow. Cold, wet snow that's slinking down the side of my neck and into the collar of my sweater. I startle, the mug falling from my hands and thunking dully against the frozen ground, coffee splattering all over the legs of my jeans. "Fuck!"

I whirl around, trying to find out where the fuck it came from, doing this ridiculous, flailing spin as I scan the nearby trees. Then it dawns on me where I am, and I draw my eyes up to the roof top and his fucking smug grin. Fucking figures.

"You son of bitch," I laugh, already moving toward the ladder, my fallen mug forgotten. Just hope no one trips on it and busts their ass.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan laughed and gathered up the other two snowballs, packing them a little tighter and tossing them in Neil's direction as the other boy headed towards the ladder.

"Your face, oh man, dude you should have seen it," he said loudly, starting to pack yet another snowball as he heard Neil start to climb the ladder.

[pambeesley]

Pam was on her way out of the compound, all bundled up against the cold and arms crossed over her chest. She had a hat pulled down over her head, making her hair fluff out the back a little bit more than usual.

She had to take the stairs carefully because they were starting to get loaded with ice and she was not all that interested in sliding down them feet first to smack her head or something.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan almost felt bad about throwing a snowball at Pam. Almost. But once she was down the stairs, there was really nothing stopping him.

Watching her closely, he picked up the snowball and aimed it right at her head. He threw it just hard enough to make sure she'd feel it, and then quickly tried to duck out of sight.

[pambeesley]

Pam froze the minute something firm hit the back of her head. She squeezed her eyes shut, clamping down on a shriek as snow started to melt down her neck and between her shoulder blades. She heard a scuffling noise coming from behind her, but also above her, so she slowly turned around, scanning the trees as she went.

That's when she saw the snow falling down from the roof.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan knew Pam would probably figure it all out pretty quickly, and he weighed his options. He could either keep hiding and wait for one pissed off Pam to make her way up to the roof, or he could show himself and hope that she wasn't too annoyed.

Logan chose option three. None of the above.

Trying his best to stay out of site, he headed towards the ladder in hopes of climbing down and looking innocent.

[mynameisinigo]

Inigo liked this snow. He did not like the cold so much, for it made his nose red and his hands chapped, but he liked the snow. After months of finding nothing to match his expertise with the sword, this snow and ice, it gave him a challenge.

In a clear area in front of the compound, he danced around nimbly with sword in hand, fighting an invisible foe.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan watched for a long moment, puzzled and amused all at once. There really were some serious weirdos on the island. The man below swinging his sword around kind of took the cake though... What was he trying to fight anyway?

Snapping out of it, Logan shook his head and aimed.

He hit the guy right between the shoulders... and then ducked down to hide. After all, just because he had a bit of a death wish didn't mean he wanted a sword flung at him or something.

[mynameisinigo]

Inigo shivered when the icy snow splashed up onto the back of his neck and lowered his sword to the point where his opponent would have been able to strike a solid blow. He could not afford to be distracted like this!

"Who is it who does this?" he called out, whirling around and raising his sword again, this time against what seemed to him to be a very real, though equally invisible, opponent.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan peeked over the side of the roof, watching the strange man swing his sword around. He waited a moment and then quietly packed another snowball and threw it at him.

He ducked back down again and hid with a grin.

[jdick]

Joe was bundled up tight in his clothes and his jacket, a scarf wrapped up around his face as he headed up toward the Compound. He waffled back and forth between loving the snow and hating it and at the moment he was pretty fucking pleased. A few hours from now when he was cold and wet he probably wouldn't be quite so happy.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan smirked when he spotted Joe heading towards the compound looking all... happy or whatever.

Really, grinning like that was as good as asking for it, right?

Packing a few more snowballs, Logan made a small pile of them as Joe came closer and closer. When he had enough and Joe was at a good distance, he started to throw them. He didn't bother too much with aim, instead concentrating on throwing them one after another in quick succession.

[jdick]

The first snowball hit Joe hard right on the top of his head and he blinked in surprise and then looked up. Only to be hit in the shoulder with another snowball as a third flew past his head. There was only one person in the entire fucking world who'd be up on the roof throwing snowballs.

"You fucking cunt," he shouted up and was pelted with a snowball in the stomach.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan just laughed loudly and threw one more.

"What's up Joe?" he called out loudly, looking devious and full of himself as he hung over the side of the roof a bit.

[faramir_hurin]

I'm going to walk away from people today, going to go to the far side of the island so that I do not meet anyone else I don't wish to speak to. It is good to be able to go outside again but there are so many people that I'd rather not see. I thought I wanted company but I suppose...

At least I don't have to worry about getting cold as so many others do.

Giving him the opportunity for payback.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan watched the familiar man as he headed out of the compound. The guy who'd threatened to kill him or whatever. Probably not the best person to hit with a snowball, but... Well, Logan wasn't one to make wise choices.

He threw it.

[faramir_hurin]

"Oof!"

I turn quickly. Seeing no one behind me I look up to where the snowball had to come from.

"I did not know I was in the middle of a snow war," I speak up to the unknown person. Well, not a war as there's no one else here. "Sirius? Is that you?"

I can't imagine Severus would be up there or throw snow at me.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan stayed ducked down, deciding to wait until the man started walking again before throwing another.

The guy seemed to have mellowed out, less crazy then the last time they'd crossed paths, but whatever. Logan wasn't going to show himself just yet, not until he felt he had to.