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The maniacal laugh echoing, thundering her name, made her nearly regret her decision. “What the fuck,” she uttered, unaware that her invisibility was currently being outlined by a layer of snow, brows furrowing, until she glanced over shoulder. “Shit,” and she tried to desperately brush some portions off, but the damage was likely done. Only thing that might save her now was (more cheating) her speed, and she took a large inhale, rampaging towards the closest wall.
Save for y’know, the gods damned ice suddenly around her.
She slipped, she slid, had she been fully visible it would’ve been quite a sight to see – instead one might catch the faint glimmer of arms outstretched overhead, trying to right her ridiculous movements. “Dickhead,” she announced, mostly in a whisper, as if she hadn’t brought this on herself. Opting to crawl instead, which also probably looked stupid and dim, she ducked down low enough and over the small patch of ice, until she could ultimately bound over the wall.
Save for y’know, the gods damned ice suddenly around her.
She slipped, she slid, had she been fully visible it would’ve been quite a sight to see – instead one might catch the faint glimmer of arms outstretched overhead, trying to right her ridiculous movements. “Dickhead,” she announced, mostly in a whisper, as if she hadn’t brought this on herself. Opting to crawl instead, which also probably looked stupid and dim, she ducked down low enough and over the small patch of ice, until she could ultimately bound over the wall.
Melita
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