OOC: Just firing off a quick one while I have five seconds...!
Not having had to deal with snow since he was eighteen years old and made of rubber and immune to pretty much everything like teenagers were, Perry Cox was finding it extremely hard to navigate his way through it. He'd found an apartment, which Wilson had said would happen (he still wasn't sure how much he wanted to believe about this 'City' place, but he'd at least accepted it now as a real predicament rather than a prank, something that was hard for his skeptical mind to do), but for some godforsaken unknown reason, he'd ventured off out into it, needing to walk and clear his head.
And maybe check out the hospital, just for funsies, but he wasn't admitting that to anyone.
He'd found clothing in his apartment, which creepily was actually his kinda style and his exact size, and so he'd thrown on a few layers of tee-shirts, a sports jacket and a pair of jeans, and headed off out into the snow. Three layers apparently wasn't enough, and he was freezing his ass off as he wandered through the blizzard, not knowing which direction he was going in anymore.
His fingers and toes had been stinging and were now going numb, and the snow had drenched his jeans, which were now freezing against his legs. He needed to get out of the snow. Everything looked the same, and that was everything he could even see. He had to get out of the snow, and quick, before he wound up at the hospital for a different reason.
Perry heard someone scraping, noise coming from his left, and moved in that direction. He hadn't seen a single person until now. He held a hand up by his face to block the snow, the other wrapped around his own stomach, and watched someone struggling with a cellar door.
Partly to help and partly because he wanted in too, out of the cold and the wet, Cox kicked through the snow over toward her, lifting up his bare hands (his gloves had soaked through a while ago and he'd stripped them off to avoid them freezing to his fingers, he would much rather brave the cold) and reluctantly wrapped them around the icy wood of the cellar door, not recognizing the woman in the snow next to him.
"Here, step aside, step aside... lemme give ya a hand."
The muscles in his arms bulged beneath his jacket as he yanked, his added strength helping the woman yank the cellar door down. It hurt like hell and he was freezing and his fingers were screaming at him, but he knew in a few moments he'd be warm and it'd be worth it.