A Break from the Bad

[notabirdcostume]

WHO: Sam Wilson
WHERE: Near the Police Station/Barn
WHEN: October 30, Day
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: CLOSED

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Sam leaned against the railing of his house, bundled in his coat, and watching the snow fall. It would have been relaxing anywhere else but here, well, it didn't exactly put Sam at ease. It meant food resources were going to get slimmer and they were going to have to figure out what to do about staying warm on top of everything else. For example, Sam was starting to notice that morale was becoming lower than ever. He and several others had been here for months now and with only more obstacles instead of actual answers, well, even if was starting to feel a new level of low. What was the point here? What were they expected to do? He dropped his head, groaning in frustration, "Not gonna figure it out just standing around."

He pushed away from the porch and started down towards the police station to check on Berg, his feet crunching on the newly fallen snow. He paused in his walk and looked down at his feet. He kicked at the snow and a slow smile started to spread as an idea started to occur to him. Sam knelt down, scooping some up and shaping it up into a small ball. His smile grew a little as the ball took shape and he stood up, hearing someone approach. Sam took a few steps off the main path and hid behind a nearby bush. He could hear them getting closer and when they were in range Sam sprang up and hurled a freshly made snowball in their direction.

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[turned_to_steel]

Packing the snow in her hands until it formed a nearly perfect ball, she ignored the chill in her hands as she looked at him again and laughed lightly. "Thank you."

She had almost told him that she really had no experience with throwing things but her father had always told them not to show their weaknesses and the reminder has her holding her tongue. She calculated the distance and how short her last throw had been before chucking the snowball in her hand. This time it sailed right for his head while he was scrambling for his own snowball.

[notabirdcostume]

It was the difficult part of a snowball fight -- trying to make new ammo while keeping your eye on your opponent. It was one thing when you were ambushing someone, but once the jig was up then you were exposed and you had to rely on reflexes and speed. Sam, distracted by making a new snowball, didn't have the time to dodge this throw. Instead, Sansa's aim was true and he wound up with a snowball straight up the side of his head. The snowball broke apart, dusting his face and hair with white. The "attack" caught him off guard and he stumbled a bit as he scrambled to get his ammo together.

He threw it quickly after compacting the ball into a nice-sized sphere. This time he didn't stay still after wards, taking off at a run and scooping up more as he moved.

[turned_to_steel]

It was also difficult when you weren't as coordinated as the other person, so she found herself taking longer pauses than he needed to scoop up some snow to form into balls. Then it surprised her when she actually found that she had landed the first throw, her eyes widening as she saw the snowball hit him in the side of the head.

Not that he needed long to retaliate, causing her to scramble as she ducked down and started to move around in the hopes that he would have a hard time hitting a moving target. She also threw as many snowballs as she could in his direction, aiming to hit any part of him that she could.

[notabirdcostume]

It was harder to hit a moving target, but not impossible. He was trained in this sort of thing -- the ammo was just a little different though. Other than that, aiming at a moving target was actually pretty easy.

Dodging on the other hand, well, that was trickier to do while you were trying to make snowballs and aim. He rolled to the side for a good dodge, but then she was tossing so many his way that he got hit with a spray of snow as they hit the ground and also caught one in his shoulder.

He finally reached shelter behind a tree and took the time to reassess the situation, oh, and make even more snowballs.