Sweater Weather [CLOSED]
If there was ever a moment Brianna St. John was happy that she was a child of a wind god, it was now. The blizzard that seemed to wreak havoc on Georgia wasn't so bad when you had the ability to stop the wind currents that swirled around you. She hated the cold. Loved how beautiful snow was but hated how cold it had to be to see it. The girl moved around her Impala, grabbing groceries for the supposed snow-in. She figured maybe she'd go ice skating on the pond in the morning when the wind wasn't so bad.
Maybe. She wasn't all that good at it.
What was that sound? Bri glanced around, quite startled by the sudden wheezing that seemed to be coming from thin air. Looking about, the girl's vibrant hues watched for the source to the strange noise, but, never expected what happened next. A blue box materialized seemingly from nothing. A police box? What was a police box? Why was her last name on the door? Shifting her rainboots in the snow, the woman watched the doors closely, even after the sound stopped.
"H-Hello?!" She called.
