Post by Aleu on Dec 3, 2006 12:44:54 GMT -5
((Notice that I will refer to myself as either Mike or Aleu, as whimsy takes me x3))
Mike mini-pole-vaulted the last few feet up to the cabin porch, a feat that was much harder to do with a backpack the size of his on. Stamping his shoes a few times to get the snow off, Aleu set the pole gently by the side of the door, then took a quick look over at Denali. The air was awfully crisp here, much more so than back home in Maryland. It was pretty nice: for one, it didn't always smell like grease.
A draft of cold air hit him, making Mike yank the sides of his (absolute favorite) hoodie jacket closer around him. He usually wore it with one hand in a sleeve, and the other side hanging low, but here he dropped style for practicality. There was a really big, really bulky, quite heavy, marshmallow-esque parka-thing in his bag, but he hated to wear it. He felt so fat with it on xP
Aleu knocked. There was no response. Pulling a " D: " face, he pushed the door open and was hit by a blast of warm air. "At least the heat's on," he said to himself, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
"Yo! Who's home?" he called out. Vague thumping sounds emanated from upstairs, making him start. Just to be safe... He opened the door again and grabbed the pole, taking it back inside with him, then stepping carefully upstairs.
Mike mini-pole-vaulted the last few feet up to the cabin porch, a feat that was much harder to do with a backpack the size of his on. Stamping his shoes a few times to get the snow off, Aleu set the pole gently by the side of the door, then took a quick look over at Denali. The air was awfully crisp here, much more so than back home in Maryland. It was pretty nice: for one, it didn't always smell like grease.
A draft of cold air hit him, making Mike yank the sides of his (absolute favorite) hoodie jacket closer around him. He usually wore it with one hand in a sleeve, and the other side hanging low, but here he dropped style for practicality. There was a really big, really bulky, quite heavy, marshmallow-esque parka-thing in his bag, but he hated to wear it. He felt so fat with it on xP
Aleu knocked. There was no response. Pulling a " D: " face, he pushed the door open and was hit by a blast of warm air. "At least the heat's on," he said to himself, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
"Yo! Who's home?" he called out. Vague thumping sounds emanated from upstairs, making him start. Just to be safe... He opened the door again and grabbed the pole, taking it back inside with him, then stepping carefully upstairs.
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