John Sheppard (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ltcol_sheppard) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lostcity,@ 2008-03-08 13:27:00 |
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Let It Snow
Who: Sheppard, Ronon, Andra, and OPEN!
What: Snow Day
Where: Outside on the east pier.
When: March 8, 2008 -- 0900 Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
(OOC: Just because it's snowing a bit here. =D)
John just narrowly ducked in time to avoid being hit in the head by a frozen projectile. He felt the cold wind on the side of his face as it whizzed by, missing it's intended target but evidentally finding another, judging from the shriek of surprise.
But he didn't have time to find out who got hit as a battle cry split the frigid air. His feet unsure beneath him, John nearly stumbled, putting a hand out on the slickened ice covered surface to keep from falling and quickly reversed direction to get out of the path of the snarling behemoth charging at him.
Not being as sure footed under these conditions as say someone who's national past time consisted of hockey, John's booted feet skidded across the slickened surface as he realized he was getting dangerously close to the edge of the dropoff. Carried by the force of his own momentum, he wasn't able to stop. All John could do was to grab the railing, slamming against it in his feeble attempt to hang on and flipped over, landing on his back on the lower level of the pier.
Fortunately for him, it wasn't a long fall. About six steps down from he'd been previously and you were at the bottom. But it was still enough to knock the wind from him and he groaned in protest.
"You okay?" Ronon asked in looking down at him from over the railing.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"Good. Then I won't feel bad about doing this," Ronon said in lifting up a snowball the size of a large water mellon.
"Crap," John uttered as Ronon released the snow boulder and let gravity do it's work.
Who: Sheppard, Ronon, Andra, and OPEN!
What: Snow Day
Where: Outside on the east pier.
When: March 8, 2008 -- 0900 Atlantis Standard Time
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
(OOC: Just because it's snowing a bit here. =D)
John just narrowly ducked in time to avoid being hit in the head by a frozen projectile. He felt the cold wind on the side of his face as it whizzed by, missing it's intended target but evidentally finding another, judging from the shriek of surprise.
But he didn't have time to find out who got hit as a battle cry split the frigid air. His feet unsure beneath him, John nearly stumbled, putting a hand out on the slickened ice covered surface to keep from falling and quickly reversed direction to get out of the path of the snarling behemoth charging at him.
Not being as sure footed under these conditions as say someone who's national past time consisted of hockey, John's booted feet skidded across the slickened surface as he realized he was getting dangerously close to the edge of the dropoff. Carried by the force of his own momentum, he wasn't able to stop. All John could do was to grab the railing, slamming against it in his feeble attempt to hang on and flipped over, landing on his back on the lower level of the pier.
Fortunately for him, it wasn't a long fall. About six steps down from he'd been previously and you were at the bottom. But it was still enough to knock the wind from him and he groaned in protest.
"You okay?" Ronon asked in looking down at him from over the railing.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"Good. Then I won't feel bad about doing this," Ronon said in lifting up a snowball the size of a large water mellon.
"Crap," John uttered as Ronon released the snow boulder and let gravity do it's work.