One) [He hadn't been fast enough. A fact that was so beyond irritating and ridiculous that he was seething. Since when was he not fast enough? But whatever this stupid place was, it was messing with his powers and that meant everything was practically crawling.
Now he was going to freeze to death, alone, all because he couldn't find some stupid house that wasn't broken to stay in. If he could just run, maybe he'd be able to generate enough heat to keep himself warm, at least until he found somewhere that wasn't sealed up tight. But 'if onlys' were a waste of time at this point and, for once, he didn't have a lot of that.
He found a decrepit and broken down building that offered shelter from the wind but not from the temperature. He didn't hesitate before ducking inside. Pietro found a corner to huddle in, the lack of any trace amount of fat on him not helping to keep his temperature up. His hands ran over the tablet, aware he might be able to find some help if he just asked for it.
But that would require asking for it. He hesitated.]
D-Dang it...
[He turned on the video function and tried to keep the shivers out of his voice and his expression hard. Just because he was just asking a question. He wasn't weak.]
There's gotta be s-somebody in this blasted place who's got an open door. Guess I missed the warning or something.
[Because he definitely wasn't going to admit to failings he shouldn't even have. He shivered but reached up to swipe at the white tendrils of his hair to cover for it.]
Come ooon, one of you lo...guys' gotta be awake just speak up already. [Don't call losers losers when you're trying to get something from them, no matter how irritated. Bad idea.]
Three) This place wasn't so bad. There wasn't really heating, but there was a fireplace. Not that he knew how to use it, but it would be nice if he did. More importantly, it had a nice large, cushy, armchair that Pietro could spread his long self out on and relax for the night. He was used to having whatever comforts he wanted and slumming it like this was hard, but it was amazing just how quickly he'd come to appreciate four walls and a roof in such a short amount of time.
His peace and quiet, however, was interrupted by the tell-tale sounds of someone coming in from the back door in the other room. The teen jolted into a proper sitting position and then went still.
"Who's there? This joint's already spoken for so clear out!"
Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver | X-Men: Evolution
Now he was going to freeze to death, alone, all because he couldn't find some stupid house that wasn't broken to stay in. If he could just run, maybe he'd be able to generate enough heat to keep himself warm, at least until he found somewhere that wasn't sealed up tight. But 'if onlys' were a waste of time at this point and, for once, he didn't have a lot of that.
He found a decrepit and broken down building that offered shelter from the wind but not from the temperature. He didn't hesitate before ducking inside. Pietro found a corner to huddle in, the lack of any trace amount of fat on him not helping to keep his temperature up. His hands ran over the tablet, aware he might be able to find some help if he just asked for it.
But that would require asking for it. He hesitated.]
D-Dang it...
[He turned on the video function and tried to keep the shivers out of his voice and his expression hard. Just because he was just asking a question. He wasn't weak.]
There's gotta be s-somebody in this blasted place who's got an open door. Guess I missed the warning or something.
[Because he definitely wasn't going to admit to failings he shouldn't even have. He shivered but reached up to swipe at the white tendrils of his hair to cover for it.]
Come ooon, one of you lo...guys' gotta be awake just speak up already.
[Don't call losers losers when you're trying to get something from them, no matter how irritated. Bad idea.]
Three) This place wasn't so bad. There wasn't really heating, but there was a fireplace. Not that he knew how to use it, but it would be nice if he did. More importantly, it had a nice large, cushy, armchair that Pietro could spread his long self out on and relax for the night. He was used to having whatever comforts he wanted and slumming it like this was hard, but it was amazing just how quickly he'd come to appreciate four walls and a roof in such a short amount of time.
His peace and quiet, however, was interrupted by the tell-tale sounds of someone coming in from the back door in the other room. The teen jolted into a proper sitting position and then went still.
"Who's there? This joint's already spoken for so clear out!"