...Out jumped good old Santa Claus
Off the chimney Santa fell
As Illyana gave a terrified yell!
Oh oh no, she didn't know
Oh oh no, he slipped in snow!
Up on the rooftop the ice was slick
Down to the ground fell good Saint Nick!
((I couldn't help it...and I have no idea where was the appropriate place to post this....))
//CF: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun//
<Help!>Mama would be very mad if found out about the demon spirit and being pulled into the underworld. Associating with fanged friends of the devil had to be up there with talking to suspicious strangers. Falling through strange disks of light right in the middle of summoning the dead? Not a good thing to do. The worst thing was that she wouldn't be able to say bye to Piotr, who might be a little worried about hearing that his little Snowflake had been kidnapped by ghosts or demons or whatever they'd called up out of that strange board that the older girls had pulled out. So many thoughts and concerns crossed her mind as the basement room was swallowed by the light, and a tingle drew goosebumps across her arms and shivers down her back. Illyana closed her eyes, waiting for the fiery burn of hell to embrace her and burn her into black dust…
…and found snow.
Fall through the portal, fall out of the other side. Like some cruel joke, it opened up in the air and dropped the girl from beneath, as if she had continued through the ground and landed on the level below on…the roof? In a flurry of limbs, the small blonde plunged into the layer of snow that cushioned her fall, wrapping her in unexpected cold, thick enough to keep her sliding off the incline as a frantic arm threw over the peak. A plunging cold enough to shock the scream right out, even if her mouth hadn't been full of white ice. Sputtering and gasping for air, Illyana clawed her way out of her ice tomb fast as she could. Pajamas and bare feet weren't the appropriate wear for this kind of weather, the cold winter that lay outside of the school.
It was so cold, icing every bit of her as real snowflakes caught in her tangled hair. And such a strange place, where the ground tilted. Not the ground, she figured soon with a strangled cry as she peered over the roof peak and found a very long way down. The confusion and shock of it all was overwhelming. Drawing her knees to her chest and huddling into a ball, toes curled as she shrunk into the girl-shaped imprint she'd made on the snowy roof. And for the moment, Illyana simply sat, straightening the information on her mind as she caught her breath.
That was the school down there. She recognized that much from her brief glimpse of the floor below. Yet she wasn't on the ground. She wasn't even inside the building, which she imagined was toasty warm. A moment ago she'd been in the sleepover…was this some kind of cruel trick by that ghost? A joke on the nickname from her brother? Her brother…she could really use Piotr here at the moment, to explain to her what was going on. He would be inside, like everyone else. The problem for her was getting back inside…Cold and fear gave her haste, but the drop made her cautious as the young Russian carefully crawled her way the best as she could, looking for a way down but finding none. Stuck…she was stuck…
"Hello? Piotr…Clarice…Vanessa?" This could've been more amusing if it hadn't been so baffling, to suddenly find herself on the dark school top. But she was cold, lost, and desperate for an answer as she continued calling out between chattering teeth through space so dark she could only see the snow swirling by her eyes, dimly lit by what little light from the grounds managed to pierce this unusual pocket of the school. Lip tinged blue, and long hair was dusted with snow, she looked like a misplaced Christmas decoration, arms wrapped around her self for the most warmth she could manage. "HELLO? HOW I GET DOWN NOW?" Could anyone hear her voice before it was snatched by her wind? Or would she frost and become a real Snowflake? Sitting against a fireplace stack, Illyana whimpered, searching her dark surroundings for help. Spirits just had to be so tricky…
Mittens would've been very good right now…