This is also what I see in my head as the boys cabin lol.
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Oh man, all this talk of snow is making me cold!
This is also what I see in my head as the boys cabin lol.
This is also what I see in my head as the boys cabin lol.
Han's blood ran cold when she recognized him. He knew in his heart the second he dug her out of the snow it was his sister. He prayed it wasn't, but now she was sitting here in the room with him. His head dropped downward, he couldn't bare to look at her. He'd abandoned her five years ago and never fulfilled his promise to come back for her.
“Whoa slow down!” Max gently lead Snow back. “You're body is still recovering, you're very luck you didn't get frostbite.”
“Otherwise we'd have to cut you're hands off.” Al blurted out.
Max kicked Al in the shin, “Why don't you be useful and get more blankets?”
Al disappeared for before returning holding two blankets.
“Uh, you sure you want these?” He made a face, “They're not exactly...clean.”
Max rolled his eyes, “Christ Al, she's practically a popsicle!”
“Well...” he hesitated, “These were the ones that...you know.”
Max stood up and snatched the blankets muttering, She don't need to know that, dummy!
He then carefully layered the blankets on top of Snow, making sure she was completely covered. Hans could see his sister still looking at him. As much as he wanted to melt into the floorboards, he knew he had to say something. He pulled up a wooden stool and sat next to her.
“I was gonna come back for you.” He finally muttered.
“Whoa slow down!” Max gently lead Snow back. “You're body is still recovering, you're very luck you didn't get frostbite.”
“Otherwise we'd have to cut you're hands off.” Al blurted out.
Max kicked Al in the shin, “Why don't you be useful and get more blankets?”
Al disappeared for before returning holding two blankets.
“Uh, you sure you want these?” He made a face, “They're not exactly...clean.”
Max rolled his eyes, “Christ Al, she's practically a popsicle!”
“Well...” he hesitated, “These were the ones that...you know.”
Max stood up and snatched the blankets muttering, She don't need to know that, dummy!
He then carefully layered the blankets on top of Snow, making sure she was completely covered. Hans could see his sister still looking at him. As much as he wanted to melt into the floorboards, he knew he had to say something. He pulled up a wooden stool and sat next to her.
“I was gonna come back for you.” He finally muttered.
Yes! That's what I was going for. Glad you appreciate it. :)
“I can't see a damn thing!” Al spat as he trudged through the thick snowfall.
“That's good,” Hans muttered, “The snowfall will cover our tracks.”
The two boys dragged a sled behind them with a blue tarp over several boxes of supplies. They'd manage to get several cans of green beans, corn, and spam. It wasn't much, but as far as they were concerned it was precious cargo. Al's teeth chattered as he tried to pull up his scarf to cover his face.
“Give me a second will ya?” Al demanded.
Hans ignored him and only pulled harder to move the sled. Al tried in vain to fix his scarf and pull the heavy sled at the same time.
“Come on Hans!,” Al whined. “I can't feel my no-”
Al tumbled face first into the snow after tripping on something. Hans dropped the rope he was holding to help Al up.
“You okay?” Hans asked as he helped his friend up.
“Ow, yeah,” Al wiped off the snow from his eyes. “Just tripped on this log. WHAT THE HELL?!”
Al jumped back when he saw he had tripped on a person buried in the snow. Hans started brushing off the snow that covered them. As he uncovered the snow he saw the unmistakable form of a young girl.
“It...it's a girl.” Hans stammered.
Al was pacing in circles covering his head.
“Holy shit, is...is she dead?!”
Hans pulled off his gloves and pressed them against the girls forehead. She was ice cold.
“Talk to me man!” Al cried, “is she dead?”
“I don't know.” Hans admitted. “I don't think so.”
Al grabbed Hans's shoulder, “Lets just go! We do not want to get involved in this!”
Hans thought for a moment, before pulling the blue tarp of the sled.
“What are you doing?!” Al demanded.
“We can't pull her with all this crap on here,” Hans shoved off the boxes of food, letting them fall in the snow.
Al wanted to say this was a bad idea, but already knew he could never convince Hans. He helped Hans lift the girl on the the sled and tied a rope around her waist to secure her. Hans then pulled off his jacket and covered her.
“Man, if she's dead...” Al muttered.
The two boys pulled the sled further into the woods, bound for their home.
“That's good,” Hans muttered, “The snowfall will cover our tracks.”
The two boys dragged a sled behind them with a blue tarp over several boxes of supplies. They'd manage to get several cans of green beans, corn, and spam. It wasn't much, but as far as they were concerned it was precious cargo. Al's teeth chattered as he tried to pull up his scarf to cover his face.
“Give me a second will ya?” Al demanded.
Hans ignored him and only pulled harder to move the sled. Al tried in vain to fix his scarf and pull the heavy sled at the same time.
“Come on Hans!,” Al whined. “I can't feel my no-”
Al tumbled face first into the snow after tripping on something. Hans dropped the rope he was holding to help Al up.
“You okay?” Hans asked as he helped his friend up.
“Ow, yeah,” Al wiped off the snow from his eyes. “Just tripped on this log. WHAT THE HELL?!”
Al jumped back when he saw he had tripped on a person buried in the snow. Hans started brushing off the snow that covered them. As he uncovered the snow he saw the unmistakable form of a young girl.
“It...it's a girl.” Hans stammered.
Al was pacing in circles covering his head.
“Holy shit, is...is she dead?!”
Hans pulled off his gloves and pressed them against the girls forehead. She was ice cold.
“Talk to me man!” Al cried, “is she dead?”
“I don't know.” Hans admitted. “I don't think so.”
Al grabbed Hans's shoulder, “Lets just go! We do not want to get involved in this!”
Hans thought for a moment, before pulling the blue tarp of the sled.
“What are you doing?!” Al demanded.
“We can't pull her with all this crap on here,” Hans shoved off the boxes of food, letting them fall in the snow.
Al wanted to say this was a bad idea, but already knew he could never convince Hans. He helped Hans lift the girl on the the sled and tied a rope around her waist to secure her. Hans then pulled off his jacket and covered her.
“Man, if she's dead...” Al muttered.
The two boys pulled the sled further into the woods, bound for their home.
Name: Hans Snow
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Personality: Hans had a difficult upbringing, which reflects in his disposition. He has a deep distrust of authority figures and any form of what he perceives as “oppression.” He is idealistic to the point of being unrealistic. He wants to make the world a better place, but can't quite focus his efforts in a way that is productive. Hans is slow to trust, but can be easily manipulated if he thinks the cause is just. He is a good kid living in an unjust world.
History: Hans was once the sweetest boy everyone knew. He loved his family and loved his life, all of this changed when his mother died. He became much more quiet and only confided in his sister. Then he became angry as his step mother, Melissa began ruining his family. She would belittle him when he was within earshot, or make him do outrageous chores that she would sabotage. Hans never let his sister know how bad he was being treated, out of fear that Melissa would start tormenting her. When his father died, he reached his breaking point. When he was sixteen he had a heated argument with his step mother, Hans called her “witch” and she struck him with a bottle. Before he slipped out of the house, he promised his sister that he would come back for her when he found a place they could live in peace. It has been five years and he still had not gone back to his sister. Now he lives with six other boys that share his rebellious views and seek to carve out a life in the wilderness.
Sure! I love variety!
Yay! I've got several RPs going, you guys rock!
I have noticed the majority of the RPs are either incest or Bully/Victim. *shrugs* What every floats your boat!
I've never written so much smut in my life! lol
I have noticed the majority of the RPs are either incest or Bully/Victim. *shrugs* What every floats your boat!
I've never written so much smut in my life! lol
Cassy got a little freaked out seeing a glimpse of his angry side. Behind those dorky glasses was something pretty scary. She unconsciously backed up a half step, but corrected herself when she noticed. She hoped he wasn't some psycho that was going to attack someone for looking at him funny.
"That's...good," She hesitated, "I guess. But I think you're definition of provoked may differ from mine."
She tried to laugh to lighten the mood. She thought for a moment before smiling.
"Wanna take the grand tour of our fair town?"
"That's...good," She hesitated, "I guess. But I think you're definition of provoked may differ from mine."
She tried to laugh to lighten the mood. She thought for a moment before smiling.
"Wanna take the grand tour of our fair town?"
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Cassy raised an eyebrow, "Yelling?"
She wasn't sure if he was serious or just messing with her. A quick study of his expression meant either he was the king of deadpan comedy or he had some odd issues going on. Cassy tilted her head and peered at him for a moment.
"Not sure if yelling is the best way to deal with annoying people."
"Maybe you could just walk away?" She asked unsure.
She wasn't sure if he was serious or just messing with her. A quick study of his expression meant either he was the king of deadpan comedy or he had some odd issues going on. Cassy tilted her head and peered at him for a moment.
"Not sure if yelling is the best way to deal with annoying people."
"Maybe you could just walk away?" She asked unsure.
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