Re: THE GRAND SWITCH [ROUND 1: iGHETTO]
08-29-2011, 03:04 PM
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Cassiopeiea stumbled forwards awkwardly on new and unfamiliar legs, the body she wore not three hours old, and brought a steadying, pale hand to rest on a filthy alleyway wall. Sensations were everywhere, like a flurry of asteroidal debris peppering her mind.
Everythingâ¦wasâ¦soâ¦fast! And so slow at the same time! When she had turned her gaze to the blue planet, all she had seen was a blur of microorganisms evolving with blinding speed as her ridiculously slow lifespan raced through it all. Now she was on /their/ scale, on /their/ timespeed! So many colors! So many blurs!
She brought her hand away from the wall, and stared at the smeared dirt in interest. An observer looking on the scene would find the sight of a stunning blonde girl ankle-deep in snow gazing befuddled at her palm unfortunately not odd at all. Except, perhaps, for the snow.
Snow! Ice and snow!
Cassie remembered snow. There had been a short time when the blue planet had been her favorite spot to look on in the cosmos, a crystalline white with stripes of blue. It had gone away and come back, gone away and come back, never for long. But here it was! Snow! Like a child, she moved out of the alleyway in search for fresher, purer, and most importantly more snow and found herself in a small square, cobblestones hidden under the snowfall. As she waded through it, she failed to notice its chill â and only partially because she knew no concept of cold beyond that of bitter space. Where the snowflakes touched her golden-tinged skin, they simply...melted away, like dissolving candyfloss on the tongue of an excited child. Behind her a shallow, slowly refilling trench of meltwater marked her path as she made her way towards the deeper snow, eager for more novelty, eager to cavort and discover the hidden treasures of snow.
The wind was picking up a little, however. Cassie stopped in front of a closed grocery store to shelter herself from the stinging feeling it gave her. As she stood there, she thought she heard someone crying on the wind.
Cassiopeiea stumbled forwards awkwardly on new and unfamiliar legs, the body she wore not three hours old, and brought a steadying, pale hand to rest on a filthy alleyway wall. Sensations were everywhere, like a flurry of asteroidal debris peppering her mind.
Everythingâ¦wasâ¦soâ¦fast! And so slow at the same time! When she had turned her gaze to the blue planet, all she had seen was a blur of microorganisms evolving with blinding speed as her ridiculously slow lifespan raced through it all. Now she was on /their/ scale, on /their/ timespeed! So many colors! So many blurs!
She brought her hand away from the wall, and stared at the smeared dirt in interest. An observer looking on the scene would find the sight of a stunning blonde girl ankle-deep in snow gazing befuddled at her palm unfortunately not odd at all. Except, perhaps, for the snow.
Snow! Ice and snow!
Cassie remembered snow. There had been a short time when the blue planet had been her favorite spot to look on in the cosmos, a crystalline white with stripes of blue. It had gone away and come back, gone away and come back, never for long. But here it was! Snow! Like a child, she moved out of the alleyway in search for fresher, purer, and most importantly more snow and found herself in a small square, cobblestones hidden under the snowfall. As she waded through it, she failed to notice its chill â and only partially because she knew no concept of cold beyond that of bitter space. Where the snowflakes touched her golden-tinged skin, they simply...melted away, like dissolving candyfloss on the tongue of an excited child. Behind her a shallow, slowly refilling trench of meltwater marked her path as she made her way towards the deeper snow, eager for more novelty, eager to cavort and discover the hidden treasures of snow.
The wind was picking up a little, however. Cassie stopped in front of a closed grocery store to shelter herself from the stinging feeling it gave her. As she stood there, she thought she heard someone crying on the wind.
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