Just Here To Be HerSelf -{{Open}}-

[Mercedes Love]

Swerve. Twist, Down. Up, Double axle.

Perfection.

Cede stopped mid rink, to catch her breath, and look at her home away from home. Cede had been out her for a good hour now, just doing normal stuff, not caring who was watching. She was in Ice Princess mode, and didn’t give a damn who saw.

She looked nice though. Different from her normal attire. Clad on her hips were a pair of Chip and Pepper dark blue jeans, held up with a thick black belt. Sitting sweetly on her upper torso was a soft pink low cut terry-cloth sweater, with a pure white cami under it. She took it upon herself to wear a matching glove, hat, skate, and scarf set to impress her suitors. Yea. Cede diffetenly had the whole ‘cute’ factor going on tonight. Thank goodness, her mini skirts needed a break.

[Olivia Rodriguez]

Olivia traced the rim of her mug with her gloved finger. She cupped the hot chocolate tight in her hands trying ot get heat from it, letting the hot steam rise up in her face.

That day she had decided to go out ot the rink and practice her ice-skating, too bad it was like thirty degrees outside. Like a wimp, she was sitting inside the waiting area where all the little kids were so excited about their first ice-skating experience. Restless and jumpy, but soon were they to find out it was one of the hardest things to learn and it was not fun. She remembered the time her mother had tried ot teach her to skate which had ended up being a disaster seeinghow everytime Olivia had moved her skate she fell down to the ice. Agitaded at all the girls in their pretty snow-jackets twirling around.

Olivia was bundled up in a Lauren Moffat wool trench coat. All of the four large buttons in front were done which was unusual seeing how Olivia always forgot the silliest of things. Her dark wash true religion jeans hung loose on her hips and a brown Marc Jacobs scarf was wrapped around her neck, not really keeping heat in because it was one of those ones that just look good and don't actually have a purpose. It was cute though. She had slipped off her Pedro Garcia Brunella Round Toe Ankle Boots and now furiously trying to tie the strings on her ice-skates. Determined to try once more out on the rink. She buried her hands in the front pockets of her coat and pushed open the tacky glass doors to the rink. She slid herself gently onto the rink letting herself slide along the ice doing a couple of simple pirouets to get her started. Olivia gazed over at all the little kids stumbling on the side of the rink, she felt bad for them knowing what it was liek to start skating. She spotted Cede skating around flawlessly. Olivia laughed to herself knowing that if you took one glance at Cede you would think. Gorgeous. Bitchy. Perfect. But she wasn't really. She hated people who just looked at them and put them off straight away. They were just jealous.

Olivia glided out to where Cede was skating and grinned at her before embracing her in a hug. You make almost out the fresh Vera Wang princess scent Olivia was wearing as she passed by.

[/font][/size][/color]

[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy gracefully skated out to the middle of the rink. This was sure fun. She enjoyed this kind of thing, it took balance and grace which she didn't have but for some reason she was good at this wonderful sport.

She was wearing a pair of sweats that said P.I.N.K in white on her ass from the one and only Victoria Secret with a white off the shoulder sweater. Her hair was just as curly as usual, she really didn't see anyone to talk to at the moment so she deiced to warm up her skating skills.

[Cameron Vought]

‘You don’t try your hardest.’

The comment from his father had pushed him to breaking point. He needed to cool off, literally.
It was odd, Cameron and his father had always been buddy-buddy, but there were just those moments when he stepped in to actually be...a father. Cameron understood the role his father had to play, but commenting on his performance level, based on his life in general, was something he couldn’t take. Sitting at home to listen to his father babble on about how he was doing as an athlete, the conversation coming up out of nowhere was not worth his time. Mark, Cameron’s father, had sat his son down, explaining the importance of doing well in a sport. Cameron took the conversation by surprise, he didn’t get it and baseball season wasn't even going on. He merely decided to listen to his father’s words, but once it hit a point about his performance in school, Cameron broke.

Driving for some time, he came upon the ice rink, feeling the need to cool off, as he was sweating on his palms and forehead.
He stepped out of the car and made his way into the building, feeling the gust of cool wind strike him. He stood at the doors momentarily, scanning the room for a place to sit. Spotting one near the ice, but not too close, Cameron made his way to the table, taking a seat and letting his gaze wonder to the few skaters on the ice. Cameron shivered at the thought of being in their position but realized that he was in the same temperature as they were. On his bottoms were a pair of dark blue jeans and a black long-sleeved, loose sweater accompanied his torso.

[/font][/color][/center]

[Scarlett Lehoux]

Scarlett had decided to go to the ice rink tonight. Olivia had mentioned something about going, and it was near Christmas anyway--you were practically supposed to get up on the glittering ice and fall a few times.

Not that Scarlett was planning on that, at all. Ever.

She bundled up in her best winter-chic outfit, which consisted of dark-wash, cigarette-skinny-leg Hudson jeans, a dark-blue-and-white striped cotton C & C California tank top, a dark blue Theory wool peacoat, cropped off at her hips and intentionally tight. Her white ice skates gleamed, freshly bought this season. She got new ones every winter, because dirty skates just weren't classy. To match the bright white, she had added an impromptu Generra Jewelry chunky white glass necklace.

Chic, no?

Her bag was the latest bright-white Balenciaga. Normally she wouldn't carry a white bag, but dark blue or any other color would have looked hideous. Suprisingly, the color worked with her simple, warm outfit. Her skates dangled over her shoulder as she hailed a cab. Her dark brown suede Coach heeled boots worked much better on the slick New York City sidewalks.

The taxi immediately pulled up, and Scarlett hopped in, looking out the window at her favorite city in the whole wide world. It was covered in a light dusting of snow, and the atmosphere couldn't have been more romantic. Plus, the night air made natural hair look amazing, and that was just an extra bonus.

She thanked the driver and tossed a twenty and two tens at him, yelling 'keep-the-changes' as she walked inside, relishing the wind on her naturally-made-up face. Once inside, she pulled her skates on, placed her bag down, and looked out across the ice.

[/size]

[nikki2]

Who had convinced Sawyer to come? Hn? She'd never been ice skating before, and yet here she was, with her car idling in front of the rink.
Oh yeah. Her mother. Her mother just had to call her. Had to tell her that she should go out and make more friend. She just had to point out that Sawyer was becoming more and more of one of those "loner girls" as she had so politely put it. And Sawyer wasn't a loner. She was just shy. She was just quiet.
And now she was going to embarass herself in front of a whole bunch of people. Yea. What a great way to make friends. Fall flat on your face, break a bone maybe.

Sighing, the smaller-framed female turned off the car, grabbed her sweater, and stepped out of and locked the car.

They'd all look a lot more put-together, too. Especially compared to her, wearing a star-patterened long-sleeved white shirt and some skinny--but not too skinny--jeans. A little bit of eyeliner around her eyes, and a smudge of metallic orange eyeshadow-smear stuff. Yea. And her long socks (to protect from blisters) just added to the disheveled appearance.
Oh well. She was here. There was no turning back.

Damn, it was cooold.
Oh yeah. That was what her sweater was for.
After putting the gray-and-black striped sweater on, she payed for the skating session, and some ice skates. Yea. She had to rent them. SHe didn't have her own.
This was her first time, remeber?

Hence the fact she couldn't figure out how to tie her shoes properly. Just ther first step in making a fool out of herself. Great.

[/size]

[Mercedes Love]

Cede returned the hug to her friend, and then placed her hands on her hips and sai,
“Anything new to show me?”

Cede and Olivia had been trading off tricks since they first started skating together. It was a cute little thing, just between friends. As she waited, Cede skated circles around Olivia to keep her legs up and going, and herself busy. Cede wrapped her arms around herself, hugging the soft sweater to her chest and intertwined her finger’s as she awaited her reply.

Glancing around she noticed a full house tonight. It was everyone, kids, teens, and adults alike.

[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy looked outside of the rink and saw a guy sitting by himself. He features weren't noticeable yet so she skated toward him with great ease. Some one sitting alone? I mean come on Darcy had to go and talk to them, thats just what she did. Damn her and her people skills. She skidded to a stop and got out of the rink. Walking over to him on the tippy toes of her blades, just so she could be ultra random.

When she got closer she noticed that he had the most gorgeous Grey-blue eyes that she had ever seen. Darcy was a sucker for gorgeous eyes. She took a deep breath and then sat down at the table and said "Hi, I'm Darcy." as she began to unlace her skates.

[nikki2]

Frustrated with the laces of her skates, Sawyer decided now to zip her sweater. At least she had something other to do to distract her, along with any other person that was smirking and chuckling as they watched her struggle with tying the shoe-like-things. But she was done zipping all too soon.
So now all she had to concentrate on was the stupid ice skates. But luckily, on her next try, she got them tied tightly enough and...well enough. So now she got to go out onto the ice.
What a lucky little teen, eh? And no one to help her learn either.
Ugh.
Looking around, Sawyer noticed a couple of people she probably wouldn't mind skating with--but she wasn't going to ask. Heck no, she wasn't going to ask. So instead of actually learning, she'd probably just skate around the edge, clutching the lip of the rink and hanging on for dear life. Hoping she didn't hurt herself.
Or get caught observing people.
Gulping and taking a deep breath, she started toward the ice, obviously wobbly on the small blades.
Maybe she wasn't going to skate. Maybe she'd just return the skates and go sit and watch. She wouldn't look too weird--someone else was doing that. She saw him. At the table, just sitting there.

Nah. She'd just skate. Little Miss Indecisive had decided to skate. Ice skate.
She roller-bladed a lot. She'd be okay.
Sawyer hoped.

[/size]

[Eric Deniel]

Nestling the black buds within his ears, the lone individual on one side of the rink pressed play on his music gadget, listening as random beats began flooding into his head. Slipping the larger part into the pocket of his dark blue jeans, he tilted his head to the side, rolling out the stiffness. One would think he'd have went to hassle his sister for a massage, but instead he was located upon the ice, and would more than likely end up with a few sore spots added to his stiffening neck. Lovely.

Moving along the ice, lost in his music which always managed to give him peace, he swayed from side to side, almost as if lost in a routine. Sure he wasn't a professional skater, but he knew a few tricks. Hands hidden in gloves, he threaded his fingers through earth-brown locks, managing to tousle the curls even more. Not that he cared about his current appearance, as he wasn't at the ice rink to impress anyone. Just enjoy the frigid night. Right.

As he made his round, he noticed quite a number of people upon the ice, but didn't allow his gaze to linger on any for too long. He hadn't made eye contact with any he knew thus far, but figured a fair number of his friends might just be present. Frankly, he should have dragged his sister along, but the girl had her nose in a book... Big shocker. The kid needed to get out more, and make some friends. Jane Austen and Charles Dickens were not friends, for the mere fact that they both were six foot under. The thought of her saying that was enough to allow a sigh to emit from his lips. He shouldn't even be thinking about his sister at a time like this, but he tended to worry about her a good deal, concerned about her 'social health'. Lack of human interaction wouldn't take anyone too far...

Shaking those thoughts away, he slightly wet his lips, once again scanning the crowd as he searched for someone familiar. Or someone nice to talk to...

[/color][/font][/center]

[Cameron Vought]

With the little mishap still on his mind, Cameron leaned back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest. One hand reached up to brush the stubble on his face and his eyes darted from person to person. His hand then was tucked back into the fold upon his torso as he tried to let the argument leave his mind--It was silly, really. Closing his eyes for a brief second, Cameron had the taste of hot chocolate fill his mouth, though he only smelt it. It was one of those times when you could so much as taste the smell of something. Cameron found that to be quite amusing. He was one to really sit there and ask the question, ‘why’. It was one of the reasons he was such a good student, another reason he hadn’t caught on to the reasoning of his father’s words.

Then he heard words, obviously being spoken to him as he watched a girl sit across from him and state her name. It was...awkward? He so much as glanced around a couple of times before stating his own name. “Uhm, I’m Cameron.” Straightening up in his seat Cameron settled his hands atop the table, starring blankly at the girl before him.

[/font][/color][/center]

[Scarlett Lehoux]

Scarlett glanced around, still tightening the laces on her skates. The place had gotten really crowded really quickly. Mercedes and Olivia were out there on the ice, most likely trading tricks. Scarlett would most likely have felt left out if she chose to speak to them, which she didn't. No way was she going to be the third wheel. Miss Lehoux was not a pity case, and if Liv wanted to talk to her, then she could come up.

Instead she looked at the other people. There was Cameron, who was adorable and who she was pretty good friends with. Darcy, who was a little too needy and guy-obsessed for her taste. Mercedes and Olivia. No other words were needed to describe them--the names did it all. A big-eyed girl with two-toned hair. Another gorgeous guy whom she was also friends with--Eric.


ooc;
Nessa, Courtney--I hope the references to your characters were okay. If not, tell me.

[Eric Deniel]

As his gaze settled upon that of a petite girl he knew all too well, a small smile graced Eric's lips. Turning in a tiny circle, he began slowly skating over to her location, being as he hadn't spoken to her in quite some time. Plus, unlike his sister, he was the sort of person to approach others whenever he felt like it, regardless of whom they were. Unless of course, they were a known enemy, then he stayed clear away.

Halting his skates, he placed his hands upon the side of the rink, bending his 6'1" frame down ever-so-sligthly so as to look at her better. "Miss Scarlett," he said in greeting, smile still present upon his face, though it hadn't widened any. Pressing pause, he removed one of the buds from his ear as well, letting her know that she had his attention. It was sort of rude to talk to someone and listen to music at the same time.

[/color][/font][/center]

[nikki2]

Sighing once more, Sawyer pushed onto the ice, arms held slightly out from her body--trying to balance herself. Luckily, it worked and she wasn't yet flat on her face. Yet, of course, was the main word here. With her heart now beating a little bit faster, she swayed toward the edge of the rink, blue-green eyes surverying everyone around her.
Or close enough to everyone to be called such.

Now moving slowly around the edge, Sawyer began to get used to the feeling of the slippery frozen water supporting her. Sure, it was a weird feeling, but it was very similar to roller-blading. And Sawyer was a very good roller-blader.

And then she slipped. However cliche it sounded, it seemed that her fall happened in slow motion. Her legs whipped out from under her, and she landed kind of hard on her butt.
"Owhnn," she whined, as people just continued to skate past her. At least they just ignored her instead of laughing. In her mind, being laughed at was a lot worse than being ignored. But, of course, that was only in her mind. Perhaps it was different for other people.
Probably, it was different for other people.
Standing up, Sawyer wiped the powdery-ice stuff off of herself and took a deep breath. Getting again used to the feeling of ice beneath her, she continued skating.

[/size]

[Cameron Vought]

Surveying the area around him, Cameron saw one of the girls upon the ice slip and fall. He hadn’t commented on it, with a laugh nor silent words in his head. He couldn’t, figuring he probably couldn’t get out there and be the best skater either. It was funny though; he couldn’t remember the last time he had been on the ice. It must’ve been well over ten years. Cameron chuckled to himself, looking away from the girl after she had stood up and re-gained her balance to begin skating again.

Situating himself in a more comfortable fashion in his seat, Cameron pushed up the sleeves of his sweater and glanced over at the concession stand. The hot chocolate he had ‘tasted’ early sounded really good right then. He figured he would momentarily get up to get some, or at least when he actually felt like moving. Though it was cold outside too, Cameron would suggestively be outside than in the rink building.

[/font][/color][/center]