Tomorrow Never Knows Best :: 009 :: Samejima Mamimi :: [In Person]

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[Mamimi is bundled up and breathing harshly through her aching lungs. She's sitting close to the fire, so close it's almost as if she's considering touching it. But for the first time in hours she's pulled her gaze away from the fire and is looking intently on her lighter. Her gloved fingers are slipping clumsily over the Zippo but it will not ignite. It's not the fault of her gloves, the internal mechanism has frozen solid. However, Mamimi is not about to give up. Unlit cigarette between her lips, she holds the lighter at nose height so she has to cross her eyes to watch it as it clicks, sputters, and fails]

Flame 002 ø Radu Barvon ø [In Person]

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[Radu is in the corner of the safe house. He has not spoken to anyone since he arrived. He's avoided questions and glared at anyone who dared to come too close, bristling like a scared cat in their presence. The first few days he was here the weather was cold, but not unbearable for a Methuselah. But that had changed. Today even Radu is feeling the full effects of the cold. He huddles for warmth in his corner and ignites a blue flame in his palm, bringing it close to himself as if it was a delicate flower he was protecting from a wind.]

SEVENTH ORDER --> [In Person]

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[Ciel is inside the run-down building Sebastian had designated as safe, arms wrapped around his knees, his teeth chattering, despite the fire and his parka. He doesn't have much meat on his bones, so to speak, and occasionally sneezes, looking less than pleased with the whole situation.

True, he's happy that he isn't wandering around this place alone, but, still. He never thought that he would miss the manor.]

Pripyat, Day 12 :: Elphaba - Cold and Alone

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[She'd been by herself for about 2 days now, and that combined with the ever decreasing tempretures  was having an effect on Elphaba. Wrapped in the thick jacket she'd found, a fur lined hat pulled down on her head, she'd made her way out of the foyer and up into the heart of the apartment block. Due to the worsening weather, there was no way she was going outside, or anyone was coming in. She worried about the few that she'd befriended, and hoped that they were safe.

Eventually finding an apartment that was open, she was also relieved to find it had a fire place. She thought this odd, but figured the Author must have made a mistake or something...]

Misa Amane - 003 - [In Person]

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[Misa is curled in several blankets by the fire. It's cold and Light's not there. It really couldn't get worse.]

Pripyat, Day 12:: Black Jack - The Safe House

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[For the past few days, Black Jack had been in the safe house, making sure everyone was keeping themselves warm and well fed. Taking a break, a mug of hot coffee in his thick gloved hands, he sits by the doors, just watching the blizzard worsen. His expression is serious and distant, but it's not the cold that's getting to him.

He hadn't seen Hatori since Sunday evening. And he was starting to fear the worst.]

Aoko Nakamori: 008: [In Person]

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[Aoko is... falling asleep. It's cold and she can't feel her fingers or toes and breathing is just a little painful for her but somehow she's managing to doze. She's a very small person-so this may not be a good thing. However, it's very likely if someone tries to stop her she'll punch them.]

25th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

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[Mello's in the safe house, wrapped up and struggling to breathe just like everyone else, with one difference. He can't move his shoulder without bringing a wave of excruciating, nauseating pain. He's trying to hide this but the constant pain in his shoulder is getting to be a bit much.

The explosion that left a good fourth of his body covered in third degree burns destroyed much of the tissue of Mello's left shoulder. Ever since then it had been wracked with pain. He got used to it and rehabilitated himself. But the cold that was one thing that brought out the pain like nothing else. Ironically in the cold it throbbed and burned like it had when the wound was fresh but it felt like it was coming from the inside out rather than from some external force.

By today, Friday, it had gotten to the point that Mello is trying not to move any part of his aching left side. He is considering immobilizing his arm somehow but can't think of how to do it without drawing attention to his predicament. So instead he sits, a look of agony crossing his face every so often that he scowls away.]

§ Assignment 2 § - Pripyat // The Safe house

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[Ienzo is curled up in a rather tight ball near the fire. He knows the lesser the surface area the more likely you are to stay warm, the fact he looks pathetic is just an annoying by-product of keeping warm. He winces as he keeps wiggling his toes and fingers to keep the blood circulation going. It's not good. His mind is foggy and all he can think about is just sleeping. If he can holdd on just a little longer he'll make himself ask (in his own way) one of the adults for something to eat. Yes, the less calories you have in your system the colder you are, but at this point they needed to ration food, he understood this much. 

He gives another shiver as he grimaces. He always hated being cold. This situation only made him realise more how much more he missed his home and his new family. He refuses to cry, if he does then it'll only make him expend more heat.]

Pripyat, day 12:: Elizabeth

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[As the storm outside continued to worsen, Elizabeth had been glad to find that the Author had at least left warm clothing for her to wear. Luckily, there were several layers to the skirt of her dress, so that helped keep her warm. She was sat by the window of the apartment she and Ichabod were sharing, watching the snow and ice cascade down the grey skies. Very vaguely, through the sheets of white, she could see the red glow of the safehouse's sign.]
 

I wonder if everyone else is safe..

╬ Robin ╬ Pripyat, Day 12

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[No matter how many times they built the fire up, it never seemed to be enough. It was as if the building itself was slowly freezing over. At first, she had made do with the jacket  the Author had  provided for her, but eventually she'd taken a leaf out of Sheldons book and had found some clothes belonging to the previous inhabitants. The bite marks on her neck had been hurting more than before, but she figured that they'd get better on their own; there was no point in kicking up a fuss when there were much bigger issues at hand. Like not freezing to death.]

♙09♙ [In person]

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[Finnian is sitting in a very cold building, he hasn't moved in a good while because he's so cold. Shivering a lot he isn't use to this sort of cold, it was different and made it impossible to find anyone. He felt tired and cold, but he didn't want to fall asleep as he was unsure of what was going to happen.

Falling asleep did seem like a good idea though.]

Zidane// In Person

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[You will notice Zidane walking around the room of the safe house. His strategy to keep warm seems to be to stay in motion - besides, it's not so bad. The Ice Caverns are worse. But he knows better than to fall asleep in this climate.

Currently, he's trying to coax a tentative flame to grow between his palms, but it's kind of meager at best. Magic was Vivi's strong suit, not his. He's trying not to think about how much the situation bites. He also vaguely wonders if Kuja is surviving this and if he'll ever see anyone from home again.]

Vash//In Person

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[Vash is standing near the fire and really wishing he had something to take his mind off of this cold. Fresh donuts. That's what this situation needed! Homemade, fried, sugary goodness always made every situation better. The honey sweetness, the moist dough, the white powder on his gloves.....his stomach growled.

He still didn't have much intel on this place. But everyone looks so miserable right now, he doesn't much feel like bothering them. What was up with this wacky climate?