InsaneJournal

DAY 24
Who: George and OTA
When: Day 24, morning
What: George arrives, and she's pissed.
Where: In the middle of the ski resort, somewhere on the tracks, probably.
Rating: Pg for possible language
Status: Complete

George couldn't explain exactly how it had felt. She had no idea how it had felt. One minute she was walking to Der Waffle Haus, and the next she was in some kind of harsh snow-covered place. Beautiful sight, sure, but perhaps it would become a little more beautiful once she figured out where the hell she was, and what the hell she was doing wherever the hell she was at.

She looked around, spinning her shoes in the same spot a few times, and wincing from the sun's reflexion on the snowy banks. Had she finally crossed over to wherever the souls she reaped crossed over to? She looked around again moving only her eyes. George was about to start yelling in a very fitting rage.

Oh, god, had she died? How could she have died, if she was already dead, and if she didn't remember dying? The first time around, she remembered it vividly...Somewhat. This time, nothing came to mind. No toilet seat, no toilet anything. She was most definitely not dead.
Then what?

“Hello?” She tried, suspiciously. Taking one tiny step forward, she cringed, as if expecting for something awful to happen. Nothing did.

Little wrinkles were forming on the corners of George's lips, which meant only one thing: She was getting pissed. Not only was she a somewhat shady type of person – what with being technically dead and all, but now she was technically dead and missing, most likely. Tapping her left foot only to sink it on the snow, George's hands had made their way to her waist.

“Alright, now, that's enough. I know there must be someone out there to explain this bullshit, so show yourself. Now.” She said, loudly. Nobody showed up for the whole five seconds George waited for a response, so she decided to walk around until she found something remotely alive. Even Bigfoot would do at this point.