forum where the snow falls (7/8)

Started October 15, 2018 by super salt shaker

tune

if y'all would like, i can go ahead and write up a starter for people to get their feet wet? your character looks great btw kuudere

sure! i'm ready to start//

Let's go.

sounds good!//

Trudging through five inches of sleet in sub-zero temperatures wasn't the most ideal way of spending the night, but for most people in this day and age, that was their one way of life. If it weren't for Kai's natural fluff providing warmth that night, Amira had no doubts that she would have frozen to death the night before, even if she had found some resemblance of shelter underneath the nook of an exposed erosion in the earth. For as far as the eye could see, white was the landscape's primary color, coating the soil in thick layers of snow. This part of the world was mostly a vast empty space with few landmarks littering the land to indicate the passage of space at all. Its emptiness was the last thing she saw going to sleep and the first thing her eyes were greeted to upon waking up. There were certainly better wake-up calls, though the fact that she was even waking up at all constituted as some minor miracle. Her icy-blue eyes narrowed in adjustment to the light, wincing, as she stirred from her spot on the ground alongside her loyal Malamute who seemed to have been awake long before her, as his eyes and ears were both raised in alertness.

Fiona shivered and wrapped herself tighter in her old blanket, trying to stay as warm as she could while she tried to find shelter. her stomach growled and reminded her that she hadn't eaten in quite a while as she continued walking, knowing that if she didn't find shelter soon, she would freeze to death. she pulled her gun closer to her body, between the blanket and her light jacket that she was wearing, and checked that it was loaded and ready to go.

Dean trudged along in the vast emptiness and timelessness of this empty plain of fithy snow. He remembered reading the Divine Comedy as a whelp, long before this disaster. He remembered the 3rd Circle of Hell, the one for gluttony. An arctic wasteland of filthy snow and grimy ice, where bodies of sinner lay in the snow.
Was that what was happening? Were humans being punished for their unstoppable appetites and greed? Had he not witnessed the bombs himself, he would be sure that that was the answer.
He marched on, determined to find his shelter. A small cavern of ice he'd been using to shelter himself from the wind and cold.

Well, at least it wasn't snowing much. She couldn't stay here forever, as much as she wanted to. She was on a shortage of food, and while her own hunger was hardly a pressing matter in her eyes, Kai's was. There was no telling when the two would stumble upon a town, much less one that wasn't utterly abandoned. Slinging her carrying bag over her shoulder as she rose to her feet, she looked down at her canine companion and gave a few clicks of her tongue, gesturing her head toward the great outdoors for added measure. Immediately, the snow crunched beneath his paw pads as he leapt from a laying position to a full sprint into the outside world, stopping just a few feet away from their marginal shelter. Apparently, he was more excited to cast off than she was; typical dog fashion.

Dean made it back to the cave. Ten feet tall, maybe thirty feet in diameter, with a small opening, that he'd started to build a wall over. This wall was three feet tall. He'd also packed the walls, now they were probably durable enough to tank a grenade, though he didn't bother testing for obvious reasons. He climbed inside, unstrapping his AK-47, and laying it next to his grenades. He was right in his prediction that the snow would be too slushy for his snowmobile, and he was glad he hadn't taken it for risk of losing it. He grabbed the blankets he'd fashioned out of animal skins from previous kills, and threw two over his stuff, and one over himself.
He wanted to leave, but he would have to wait for the night to freeze the slush before going out tomorrow.

The harsh winds hit her as soon as she took her first step outside. How Kai hadn't puffed his nose back and sneezed at the intensity of it was beyond her, but at least he appeared to be in a far better condition than herself. She cleared her throat and began to walk through the slush, her feet threatening to sink into the malleable terrain with every step. Fortunately, her current base of operations wasn't stationed over a frozen body of water. After a little while into their venture, Kai buried his nose into the snow, sniffing the ground through quick inhales, ears raised in what she could only assume was curiosity upon the discovery of a trail. "Smell something, killer?" She asked, not expecting an answer as she trudged over to him, looking down at the spot of her companion's fixation. Footsteps.

Dean took what little firewood he could gather from out of his parka. Now, partially dried, he set two sticks parallel, within a few milimeters of eachother. He needed something to get the friction going, so he took some of the dead vegetation he'd gathered out of his parka as well. It too was partially dried. He put it between the two sticks, and got out a third, spearing it into the dead vegetation and spinning with frightening speed. He kept on guard whenever he started a fire, because while most humans couldn't detect the smoke due to both the ice-caves and the elements outside, animals sure could, and some were hungry enough to attack even humans now. Hell, even Dean had a few stand-offs with predators now and then
Smoke started to stream from the sticks.

Fiona stumbled on a piece of ice in a snow drift but kept walking, she knew she was slowing down and the fear of freezing to death kept her going. She pulled her pack farther up on her back and decided she needed a fire, whether or not she had shelter. she dropped to the ground and took her pack off, debating what she would have to burn to stay warm.

David meanwhile was watching the snow fall from his little makeshift shelter, rapped in a sleeping bag he sat there with wonder in his eyes, he saw snow that before would have filled any small child with delight. Now it was the worst thing ever. Freezing to death was now everyone’s priority; including poor David.
He flopped backwards and sighs. He was out of food and he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer.

@ardechoke yes!

(thank you! here's my guy)

Name: Micah Rolfe
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Appearance: Tall and built like a swimmer. He's got wavy auburn hair that does what it wants and grey-blue eyes. He's got a faded tan and a scar across his jaw.
Personality: He prefers to deal with things by making jokes. That's how he copes. He's witty and gung-ho and ready to throw down with you. Also tends to be a bit of a romantic.
Equipment: A combat knife, a length of rope, a first aid kid, and his trusty pair of well-loved pistols. He keeps it all in a scuffed hiking backpack. He wears a dusty black trenchcoat with strips of colored duct tape on the arms and chest (for personalization). Well-loved and fur-lined winter boots that he adores.
Strength(s): Talking to people, offering comfort and a listening ear. Whistling. Dual-wielding (it's classy and perfect for a guy who can't handle a rifle's recoil). Making Boy Scout level knots.
Weakness(es): Commitment. Acknowledging his own pain or distress. Making long-term plans. Sharpshooting. Flirting (not so much that he's bad at it - more like it's strangely innocent and barely flirting like "ey, you, me, the shooting range so we can draw ugly stick figures on cans and use them as target practice?")
Likes: The sky. Telling stories. Fire. Hugging/holding hands.
Dislikes: The cold. He's terrified of freezing to death, actually. Being forced to tell the truth. Feeling vulnerable.
Background: (Optional) I'll develop that as we go.

Micah's forte was avoiding problems, and he was doing a pretty good job of it right now. His backpack - alarmingly light on the rations and water - bounced as he sauntered through the snowy terrain. Tmp, tmp, tmp, went his boots in the slush. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that he was just hiking in the forest on vacation, in no danger of starvation, and that everything was all fine and dandy. Though if he closed his eyes, he might not ever open them again - so instead he focused on whistling a jaunty little tune. Maybe someone would hear him on his way to seek shelter. Maybe he wouldn't have to travel alone with nothing but his sick tunes and his internal monologues.
That would be great.

Fiona dug through her pack, still trying to decide what to burn for fuel, she decided to waste one of her few precious bullets for her gun and a strip of her blanket to burn for fuel. she broke open the casing and dumped the gunpowder on the ground, grabbing her firestarter she lit the gunpowder and tore off a part of her blanket, feeding it to the fire in small bits so it would last longer. sighing in relief from the heat she scooted closer to the fire to warm up as much as possible before the fire went out.

David sighed.
He had no way to get food and he only had a bullet left in his revolver, which he was saving for himself.
He watched the snow fall and he pulled out one of his notebooks and starts writing.

A strong gust of wind almost blew Micah off his feet, and he swore he felt his internal temperature drop a few degrees. He gritted his teeth, feeling the age-old fear of being turned into a popsicle burst in his chest. Ooooh, no, that's not a nice thing to think about, he reminded himself. Even though optimism was really hard to maintain in this world, someone had to do it, right? He had to make himself believe that he would stumble on a really warm shelter, or a friendly person with a fire and a need for company. Micah paused, took in a breath, and plastered a smile on his face. See, snow was hilarious and not a threat. Nope. He kept whistling.

Fiona felt a strong gust of wind and immediately covered the fire as much as she could to keep it going. no,no,no,no, keep burning, it's all the heat i will have for a while.. she thought to herself as she covered the flame, she heard a faint whistling in the distance and thought to herself see, you are insane, you are hearing whistling for goodness sakes. she shook her head to try to clear the noise and continued to cover the fire, keeping her hand on her gun just in case the whistling wasn't in her head.