Feb 28, 2011 13:19
.... U-uuuu. I-Ith cooooold. An' the w-wong colour.
[And now for something completely different - a little blur of green and white perching precariously on the edge of some generic rubble. She appears to be studying a patch of snow, so much as a toddler can, and poking at it like a kitten.]
N-not thand. Noooot thand. [Scooting back a bit, nervous.] B-but Huceo Mundo'th only got thand. Thand an' thand an' thand an' then thome tweeth. Uuuu...
[The PCD itself is buried in the "sand", nursed on a brown rag, somewhat splotched with blood, while Nel investigates the mysterious white-and-cold-not-sand. Shiny clearly is shiny, and the bitty was determined to show her brothers when she found them.
Silly brothers. Running off like that. Oy vey.
But, after about a minuet of hesitant poking with a far-too-large white sleeve, the child comes to a consensus. She gathers up her clothes - layers and layers, it feels like, but at least its warm - and promptly flomps off the rubble to land face-first in the snow.]
Heheheeee~~
[... the feed clicks off when the snow knocks it, to the sight of Nel Tu rolling around and flailing in the drift. What do, Adstringendum.]
((OOC: Replies will be slow, thanks to ~*~school posting~*~, hurp de durp))
sup gaiz,
!eye thee,
-usagi,
ignore the blood,
unaware of your shenanigans,
*nel tu,
!arrival,
clearly the only answer,
-riza,
-rei,
eli takes forever to post,
!no event,
i am three and what is this