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buttfaces2015-09-26 04:11 pm
phaseshifter) wrote in buttfaces2015-09-26 04:11 pm
I HATE EVERYTHING aka SNOWHELL VOICE TESTRAVAGANZA
[ Angel is pretty sure she's never going to get used to Norfinbury's level of cold. It isn't as though she's never seen snow before or anything - she's seen the vault hunters dealing with it plenty of times, and if she concentrates really hard she can even dredge up a vague memory of playing in it as a child. Making snow angels, if she's remembering right. Laughing a lot, too. Cute.
There's no temptation for her to do that right now, though. Largely because it's just too gosh darned cold. Her clothing isn't exactly great for dealing with these temperatures, and while she's grateful for the coat she woke up with it doesn't keep the awful freezing ache from seeping into her bones. It's almost - almost - at the point where she's starting to miss the eridium burning in her blood. At least that would keep her warm, right?
Stupid blizzard. Darn it to heck.
By the time the hospital comes into view, she's a shivering sodden mess. Angel runs the last few metres to the entrance, practically diving inside and shrugging her dripping coat off onto the floor.
After a moment, she reconsiders and hangs it up on a nearby door handle. Well - there's no need to be slovenly, is there? She's not an animal. Which sucks, because at least if she was she'd be able to shake herself dry and be done with it. With a sigh, she raises a softly glowing hand and starts squeezing the water out of her hair. ]
Shit.
[ Look, if she can't use her newfound liberation to mildly curse about being soaked to the skin in snow hell, what can she use it for?
And besides, it's not like anyone's around to hear her. Surely. ]
There's no temptation for her to do that right now, though. Largely because it's just too gosh darned cold. Her clothing isn't exactly great for dealing with these temperatures, and while she's grateful for the coat she woke up with it doesn't keep the awful freezing ache from seeping into her bones. It's almost - almost - at the point where she's starting to miss the eridium burning in her blood. At least that would keep her warm, right?
Stupid blizzard. Darn it to heck.
By the time the hospital comes into view, she's a shivering sodden mess. Angel runs the last few metres to the entrance, practically diving inside and shrugging her dripping coat off onto the floor.
After a moment, she reconsiders and hangs it up on a nearby door handle. Well - there's no need to be slovenly, is there? She's not an animal. Which sucks, because at least if she was she'd be able to shake herself dry and be done with it. With a sigh, she raises a softly glowing hand and starts squeezing the water out of her hair. ]
Shit.
[ Look, if she can't use her newfound liberation to mildly curse about being soaked to the skin in snow hell, what can she use it for?
And besides, it's not like anyone's around to hear her. Surely. ]