Her eyes moved down to his ankle, still twisted at a terrible angle between his foot and leg. Her eyebrows gathered together in concern, and she moved over to him and bent down. It was times like these Persephone wished she was a medic, or at least had some knowledge about healing. All she could guess was that it needed ice to reduce swelling - maybe there was a slight upside to being locked in an icebox. She looked back up at Dylan and winced. "I'm sorry, I wish I could fix it or something...I really don't know what to do. I'm sure the others will find us soon, though." she reassured. "Does it hurt?" she asked, and then wished she could go back and smack herself. Of course it hurt, his ankle was broken. And if he wasn't thinking about how much it hurt before, he sure was now. Great.
"Sorry," she apologized again. "I - hey, are you alright?" He was shaking, just slightly. She doubted he was even aware he was...he was shivering, she realized. Distracted by his ankle, she had almost forgotten they were in a room filled with ice, and that he wasn't giving off an uncontrollable and excessive amount of heat like her. Well, hey, this was one problem she could fix for him. She couldn't stop the waves of heat coming off of her no matter what she tried - her body's survival response was simply too strong. So she might as well keep both of them warm as long as she could. "Come here," Per murmured, settling down next to him. She stretched an arm around his shoulders, shifted so the side of her body was pressed against him, and reached for his hands. Her fingers moved around his, rubbing them gently and then wrapping around to hold his hands. "Is that better?" she asked, looking up at him.
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Hahaaha "no I can't now she's back in her room!!!"
HAHAHA
OR Dylan's been stealing Per's stuff when she's not there and hoarding it in his room.
OR Dylan's been stealing Per's stuff when she's not there and hoarding it in his room.
Or it's Dylan
She didn't even know he was there until Frosty turned to address him. She turned too, and her pulse skyrocketed. Of course, they had to take him too. Of course, he was still in his fucking makeup. Per tore her gaze away, trying to keep her breathing steady. The man was still here, maybe they could still get out. Maybe they could avoid being locked up together. But then the man spoke quickly and darted out of the room.
The door shut behind him and Per leaped up to it. The handle barely jiggled, and the door didnt move. She started to bang on it, but there was no answer and touching the ice that coated it was starting to sting her hands. She pulled back, trying to reasses the situation. She was in a room full of ice, alone with Dylan, who still looked like a clown. There was no way out but the door. She didn't have enough energy to try and melt through the door. Knowing Dylan, he'd probably get scared and forget how to use his power.
Per's stomach fell to the floor. What if he did forget how to use his powers? Images of clowns with violent face paint and live chainsaws dancing around her in circles, slowly getting closer and closer, haunted her head. No, they'd have ice picks, to chop away at the ice she would freeze under. Her breathing rose sharply, and Persephone squeezed her eyes shut. No, she couldnt think that, it would only make it worse.
And then he spoke, and she turned to peek at him. She was already shaking, her eyes wide with fear. Her breathing was short and quick, and at the sight of him, covered with clown makeup, surrounded by ice, and holding the chainsaw and evil smile Per's imagination had placed there, it pushed her over the edge.
She ran at the door, frantically banging and pulling at the handle. She was hyperventilating, adrenaline rushing through her veins and fueling her fear. Her fingers were moving on their own accord. She needed to get out, she needed to get out now. She moved to kick at the door - and then paused.
Kicking wouldn't do anything. Neither would banging. She needed to stop wasting her energy and stay calm until help arrived. It would, surely. They had a good team. Persephone, no longer shaking or wide eyed or breathing hard, turned to Dylan. "Are you okay?" she asked. He couldn't give off heat like her - he must be freezing.
The door shut behind him and Per leaped up to it. The handle barely jiggled, and the door didnt move. She started to bang on it, but there was no answer and touching the ice that coated it was starting to sting her hands. She pulled back, trying to reasses the situation. She was in a room full of ice, alone with Dylan, who still looked like a clown. There was no way out but the door. She didn't have enough energy to try and melt through the door. Knowing Dylan, he'd probably get scared and forget how to use his power.
Per's stomach fell to the floor. What if he did forget how to use his powers? Images of clowns with violent face paint and live chainsaws dancing around her in circles, slowly getting closer and closer, haunted her head. No, they'd have ice picks, to chop away at the ice she would freeze under. Her breathing rose sharply, and Persephone squeezed her eyes shut. No, she couldnt think that, it would only make it worse.
And then he spoke, and she turned to peek at him. She was already shaking, her eyes wide with fear. Her breathing was short and quick, and at the sight of him, covered with clown makeup, surrounded by ice, and holding the chainsaw and evil smile Per's imagination had placed there, it pushed her over the edge.
She ran at the door, frantically banging and pulling at the handle. She was hyperventilating, adrenaline rushing through her veins and fueling her fear. Her fingers were moving on their own accord. She needed to get out, she needed to get out now. She moved to kick at the door - and then paused.
Kicking wouldn't do anything. Neither would banging. She needed to stop wasting her energy and stay calm until help arrived. It would, surely. They had a good team. Persephone, no longer shaking or wide eyed or breathing hard, turned to Dylan. "Are you okay?" she asked. He couldn't give off heat like her - he must be freezing.
It was the heat that woke her up. Persephone wasn't very sensitive to heat; room temperature and a hot summer day felt about the same to her. But heat surrounded her, and it felt as though she had jumped into a large pot of boiling water. She rolled over, uncomfortable, and gasped. Where her skin touched the ground it stung, and half of her body was drenched with water. Her eyes snapped open and she pushed herself up to sit, and then watched as the world spun for a moment. It finally straightened, and her stomach lurched at the sight of her surroundings.
Ice. Ice, everywhere. There was a large Per-shaped puddle beside her, and while the water seemed hot it had not melted all of the ice underneath. Layers and layers of ice was underneath her - it must have been nearly a yard thick. The ice around where she was seated had already begun melting, and steam rose off of her body where she had been laying in the puddle. Her body was burning all of it's fuel to keep her warm and resistant against the ice around her, but she could already feel exhaustion creeping into her system. She needed to get out of there before she burned herself out. Persephone tried to lessen her body temperature to save energy, and turned to the rest of the room. The walls were covered in ice, just as thick as the floor. There were no windows. The ceiling didn't look penetrable. Was there a door? There had to be - how had she gotten in here?
She twisted, and her eyes fell on the door...and the man in front of it. He was clothed in a thick, furry coat and pants. There was a large blade attached to his waist, and his hair stuck up every which way. Her mind processed his image groggily. He was familiar, it was right on the tip of her tongue. He turned to face her, and it hit her like a snowball to the face.
He was the villain from just before. He had been throwing ice everywhere, and then she had saved Fallout, and then Dylan's foot was trapped, and then a can of pink smoke had rolled over to them. And then she had woken up here. It was clearly some sort of holding chamber, and it definitely belonged to this guy. The question was what she was doing in it, and how the hell was she going to get out.
Ice. Ice, everywhere. There was a large Per-shaped puddle beside her, and while the water seemed hot it had not melted all of the ice underneath. Layers and layers of ice was underneath her - it must have been nearly a yard thick. The ice around where she was seated had already begun melting, and steam rose off of her body where she had been laying in the puddle. Her body was burning all of it's fuel to keep her warm and resistant against the ice around her, but she could already feel exhaustion creeping into her system. She needed to get out of there before she burned herself out. Persephone tried to lessen her body temperature to save energy, and turned to the rest of the room. The walls were covered in ice, just as thick as the floor. There were no windows. The ceiling didn't look penetrable. Was there a door? There had to be - how had she gotten in here?
She twisted, and her eyes fell on the door...and the man in front of it. He was clothed in a thick, furry coat and pants. There was a large blade attached to his waist, and his hair stuck up every which way. Her mind processed his image groggily. He was familiar, it was right on the tip of her tongue. He turned to face her, and it hit her like a snowball to the face.
He was the villain from just before. He had been throwing ice everywhere, and then she had saved Fallout, and then Dylan's foot was trapped, and then a can of pink smoke had rolled over to them. And then she had woken up here. It was clearly some sort of holding chamber, and it definitely belonged to this guy. The question was what she was doing in it, and how the hell was she going to get out.
Oh bite me I gave you an out and you refused it.
Fatal Error, Metronome said we were still accepting in her first post on this page.
Hey John, Per and Dylan were taken by two guys right after they fell unconscious, so they're long gone now.
The man barely seemed to notice her. She managed to melt the ice prison no problem, and by the time Fallout was free, the man had disappeared down the alley. Dylan followed, and then the first villain reappeared. Fallout and Firefly followed the others over in his direction, and then paused to notice Dylan. The idiot had gone and gotten himself stuck, as well as hurt. His foot, encased in ice, was bent at an odd angle with his leg. The sight made Per's stomach roll, and she paused at her name. Her eyes shot between Dylan, Fallout, and the villain. Dylan was stuck, and he wasn't about to get himself out. Fallout took one look at him and then turned back to the fight, yelling at the iceman. The others were trying to subdue him. She really didn't want to be in an alleyway alone with Dylan. She really really didn't want to fight this guy. But both Dylan and the others needed her. Her eyes flicked between the two, her body frozen in dilemma.
And then, for a very brief moment, Dylan didn't look like a terrifying monster. He looked like a goofy kid playing dress up who had gotten himself into serious trouble. He looked hurt.
Within a second, Per had reached him and the ice holding his foot against the ground was turning to water. Her hands were blazing fires, trying to burn out the ice as quick as she could. She wanted to get out of this alley, now. She didn't look at Dylan once, afraid she might decide she was wrong and abandon him for the fight. Normally he was bad, but in his costume? Alone in an alley? Surrounded by ice? The situation couldn't get much worse.
Until it did. Suddenly a small can rolled over to the two of them, and before either could move a pink gas started to smoke out of it. On instinct Per scooted backwards and tried to kick it away from them, but it didn't budge. It was stuck to the ground. She turned to Dylan - they needed to get up and out of there now. Her eyes landed on his bright face, and then all of the colors smeared together and the alley turned sideways, and something hit her left side and then everything was black.
Two men appeared from the shadows, darting out and grabbing the unconscious clown and firefly, before dragging them back into the shadows and disappearing.
And then, for a very brief moment, Dylan didn't look like a terrifying monster. He looked like a goofy kid playing dress up who had gotten himself into serious trouble. He looked hurt.
Within a second, Per had reached him and the ice holding his foot against the ground was turning to water. Her hands were blazing fires, trying to burn out the ice as quick as she could. She wanted to get out of this alley, now. She didn't look at Dylan once, afraid she might decide she was wrong and abandon him for the fight. Normally he was bad, but in his costume? Alone in an alley? Surrounded by ice? The situation couldn't get much worse.
Until it did. Suddenly a small can rolled over to the two of them, and before either could move a pink gas started to smoke out of it. On instinct Per scooted backwards and tried to kick it away from them, but it didn't budge. It was stuck to the ground. She turned to Dylan - they needed to get up and out of there now. Her eyes landed on his bright face, and then all of the colors smeared together and the alley turned sideways, and something hit her left side and then everything was black.
Two men appeared from the shadows, darting out and grabbing the unconscious clown and firefly, before dragging them back into the shadows and disappearing.
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