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Characters: 00 (ghost_of_00) and OPEN
Date/Time: November 15, late morning through the afternoon
Location: Captain Planet (you can find her either outside in the park staring at the snow or in a gazebo staring at it)
Rating: G-PG
Summary: 00 goes inner-monologuing exploring. Or something. Feel free to meet her!
Snow.
00 knelt down and scooped some of it up into her palm. It was cold, so cold that it stung. She peered at it closely. Little flakes, like crystals, so small. Each one so different... already they were melting, turning into plain water just by the warmth of her hand. Soon it would just be water running through her fingers. And then what would happen to it? She looked up at the sky through the endless branches. Paper-white clouds, but there was no snowfall today. The snow would not be replaced.
These snowflakes were like people. Separate. Unique. Short-lived. But all were water; all from the same origins. She breathed on the handful of snow, and watched as more of the tiny crystals collapsed into clear water. It is like mankind, she confirmed silently, and thought back to her dream. She had seen them... all of them. Separated by their pain. Their fear. Loneliness. So much suffering.
There was suffering here as well, but nothing was clear. Not like in the dream. She did not know how to end it. She helped to rebuild and refurnish the houses, where people lived. A house was important. But 00 could still see, in the way people looked and in the words they wrote, how much pain there was.
She shivered at the cold wind. 00 had obtained a shirt with long sleeves, but had otherwise made no efforts to protect against the cold. It was not important. There were shelters on this island she could go to if it became too much. In the meantime she waited for the snow in her hand to melt completely, watching it all the while.
Date/Time: November 15, late morning through the afternoon
Location: Captain Planet (you can find her either outside in the park staring at the snow or in a gazebo staring at it)
Rating: G-PG
Summary: 00 goes inner-monologuing exploring. Or something. Feel free to meet her!
Snow.
00 knelt down and scooped some of it up into her palm. It was cold, so cold that it stung. She peered at it closely. Little flakes, like crystals, so small. Each one so different... already they were melting, turning into plain water just by the warmth of her hand. Soon it would just be water running through her fingers. And then what would happen to it? She looked up at the sky through the endless branches. Paper-white clouds, but there was no snowfall today. The snow would not be replaced.
These snowflakes were like people. Separate. Unique. Short-lived. But all were water; all from the same origins. She breathed on the handful of snow, and watched as more of the tiny crystals collapsed into clear water. It is like mankind, she confirmed silently, and thought back to her dream. She had seen them... all of them. Separated by their pain. Their fear. Loneliness. So much suffering.
There was suffering here as well, but nothing was clear. Not like in the dream. She did not know how to end it. She helped to rebuild and refurnish the houses, where people lived. A house was important. But 00 could still see, in the way people looked and in the words they wrote, how much pain there was.
She shivered at the cold wind. 00 had obtained a shirt with long sleeves, but had otherwise made no efforts to protect against the cold. It was not important. There were shelters on this island she could go to if it became too much. In the meantime she waited for the snow in her hand to melt completely, watching it all the while.