SNOWED IN
Closed starter for @ilondavid.
It’s just his luck to move to a walkable little town that snowed beyond probability. Or maybe he’s being dramatic about it- he has always been one for theatrics in the privacy of closed spaces. Much less acting and more so frustration: he’s a well earned crashout. But he’s quiet now in the small clinic wing of the hospital, and he can feel the headache building at the sight of a blizzard rampaging through their parking lot. The weather had predicted some snow, and yet, there it was piling up with only one plow to suffice.
He’s normally quiet about his disappointments: he knows how to drive but driving in the snow is much different than what he’s used to, and even so– his old, cheap car is gathering dust in a parking spot half-way across town. The bus is a last futile attempt and even then, it fails him. Maybe it’s a reminder that he needs to take life a little slower, and this is the world’s way of slowing him down, but the anxiety of being stuck somewhere with building weather conditions has him on edge.
It’s nothing a cigarette can’t fix. He wanders around the lobby a little bit after closing, most of the residents knowing how to handle the weather better than him. He stands there waiting for someone to come through and slowly stalks over to the first person that finally emerges through the double doors. He gestures to him, as calm as ever, despite the T-30 seconds he has left.
“Look at the snow, can you believe it?” He starts out with polite conversation first before then requesting. “Do you have a lighter?”
