Unprecedented [OPEN TO EVERYONE]
Dec 5, 2019 19:25:22 GMT
Post by Jay on Dec 5, 2019 19:25:22 GMT
It was supposed to be a temperate island. There were the spots that diverged, of course-- the Northern Taiga and the steppes of that distant volcano-- but never did Ramona expect to wake to snow caking her window, frost gripping the furthest reaches of the glass like fog was hanging in the open air. She shot up, flipped the covers from her bed so hard that they landed crumpled on the floor. She rushed and bent down by the too-low window. A harsh flurry carried past the skyscrapers, a million-wide school of fish swirling and sweeping through an ocean of air. Below, cars lay stranded along the road, as if the feet of snow on the street had just suddenly plopped down on top of them while they drove.
She clumsily tied on her boots, rushed out the door with her scarf hanging haphazardly around her neck. She wasn't even sure what time it is. She passed her father's door and exploded down the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator. In the lobby were other concerned trainers, one dinging the bell of a forever empty front desk. A young woman and man stood at the forefront of a line of concerned trainers, and Ramona heard the words unprecedented, unnatural, bizarre come from their lips as they tried to explain the first snow in decades, the deepest snow the city has ever seen.
"We don't know!" the woman cried, adjusting her lopsided badge-- Olivia was her name.
Ramona walked past the commotion. The front doors slid open as she approached, and a ramp of snow led her out onto where the sidewalk was supposed to be. She sunk, and the snow permeated the ankles of her sweat pants. She stood for a while nevertheless. The entire city was deluged in white, and all around was an apocalyptic commotion.
She clumsily tied on her boots, rushed out the door with her scarf hanging haphazardly around her neck. She wasn't even sure what time it is. She passed her father's door and exploded down the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator. In the lobby were other concerned trainers, one dinging the bell of a forever empty front desk. A young woman and man stood at the forefront of a line of concerned trainers, and Ramona heard the words unprecedented, unnatural, bizarre come from their lips as they tried to explain the first snow in decades, the deepest snow the city has ever seen.
"We don't know!" the woman cried, adjusting her lopsided badge-- Olivia was her name.
Ramona walked past the commotion. The front doors slid open as she approached, and a ramp of snow led her out onto where the sidewalk was supposed to be. She sunk, and the snow permeated the ankles of her sweat pants. She stood for a while nevertheless. The entire city was deluged in white, and all around was an apocalyptic commotion.
