Voice Test RP
The rain was brutal. Anders ran down the empty street with his coat pulled over his head, his breath coming out in pale silver puffs. He was cold down to the marrow of his bones, and too dog-tired to keep dragging on through the storm. He squinted at the sudden lash of lightening, picking out the dark shape of a house amongst the gloom.
No lights in the windows, no sign of life inside. The 'For Sale' sign sitting slanted and tired on the front lawn was promising, too. Without much hesitation Anders hopped the iron fence, trotting up the sidewalk and testing the doorknob.
Open. Good. He slipped inside and shut (and locked) the door behind him. In an instant his heavy coat was off and slung onto hook at the wall. He shook off, shedding the icy rain and trying to wiggle the feeling back into his fingers and toes.
"Bloody hell," he gasped, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes. "Any longer and I think my fingers might have fallen off..." he dragged his palm against his drenched brow, smearing back the dirty blonde hair that clung there. Now, if only he could find somewhere comfortable to sit down...