Green Grass, White Snow {Closed}
Weiss was nothing short of pissed.
The entire morning, she had been trying to find a way out of this prison of an amusement park, but so far she'd had no luck. Her sword was gone, and what she thought was a regular light switch in her room happened to be an anti-gravity device, messing up her hair and making the dust scattered in her belongings fly around.
Whenever she was this angry, she usually took it out on the next person she saw, and even her teammates weren't safe, though she was usually easier on them than the others. She hadn't seen anyone yet though, and her patience was beginning to wear thing.
Her head down, she traveled between stalls and the like, resisting the urge to push things over. It was unbecoming of a lady such as herself to do such a thing, and her father's voice rang out in her head, but she pushed it away forcefully. The thought of what he might say if he found out she had become trapped in here was enough for her to spill over the edge, her desire to kick something growing even more.
And so she did, not aiming anywhere and landing on someone's foot. Her head snapped up, an apology forming in her throat, but it was lost when she saw the person. "Why are you green?"
