i'm not very original

[`ABBY]

it was in the middle of a particularly bleak and miserable january. by this time, the joy of christmas and the new year had already faded, leaving the once jolly faces of friends and family looking washed out and tired. despite the winter solstice being long gone, the days were still short. it seemed that every morning, the sun would rise up early, only to drift back into the ink of the night by the time five o'clock came 'round. and, in addition, these days were nearly always gray. on the occasion that the sky wasn't the deathly gray color of winter, it was a brutal, off-white that told one to be wary of a coming squall. the winds howled, and the snow blew with it. it always snowed here.

ice cracked underneath the boy's boot-clad feet, as he briskly walked towards his destination. or as briskly as he could manage - every couple of steps, a gust of wind stirred and threatened to throw his thin, lanky form to the ground. he'd managed to stay on his own two feet, thus far. he had his arms held tightly at his sides, and he looked directly down at the ground. one passing by might think that this made him look rather suspicious, but it really was so that his unguarded face wouldn't have to take so much abuse from the whipping wind. the teenage boy looked up for just a moment, letting out a sigh of relief that sent a puff of vapor floating into the still air. a building, ahead. he longed for warmth; although he was wearing layer upon layer, it was impossible not to feel chilled. he quickened his pace and almost trotted to the door.

a bell tied to a large oak door clattered and clanged, announcing caleb's arrival. heads turned nonchalantly, acknowledging him. he smiled meekly underneath the dim light of the bar. its a wonder that he was able to open that door by himself! a couple older women chattered. he walked over to the bar itself, and sat down, his cheeks and hands pink from being out in the cold.

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[Agent:2]

[Gaarachee]

Snow, snow, snow. That was all there was to see here! Well, maybe a tree or two also, but there never seemed to be anything really... green-like. Lyx didn't like that, not at all.

After all, wasn't the world supposed to be covered in color? Different shades of browns, orange, and yellows; perhaps even some brighter hues to such as pink or red. But the grays in this area didn't seem to be exciting in the least bit. Ah, but then again, that was only his idea of this sort of place. There were also people out there who enjoyed this kind of world.

Lyx wished they could just suck it up and let Spring come already.

His fingers played with the strings of his scarf for a moment, as his mind continued to wander. But I guess there is the fashion for this season... That counts as something good. It certainly was a great season for style! Not as revealing as Summer clothes, but the outfits certainly held a certain charm. He could wear all sorts of sweaters, hats, and of course fur boots. (Wait, is that too girly? Ah well. It's just Lyx.) Oh, quite the season it was for such boring months.

Bursting open the doors to the bar, he let himself in with a sort of giddy look to his face. That certain conversation with himself had given him a little lift to the gloomy coldness of Winter, and easily allowed him to get over his, er, bitchiness. Lyx, after a moment of glancing, found a seat that suited him over by the bar. There was another person there tonight along the row of seats; a young boy, it looked, but he was in the mood for chatting tonight. Then again, when wasn't he?

He sat himself down, smiling cheekily at the bartender who was either working or just pretending to be, and turned his attention to the boy nearby. It seemed the child was only a couple seats down the row, so the albino spoke in a relatively normal inside voice.

"Cold weather these days, eh?"

[Agent:2]