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Post by ryeland on Dec 11, 2006 22:38:57 GMT -5
It was such a beautiful evening, and that was final. New York was such a wonderful place to live, Brazil didn't have ice rinks, fancy bars, any of that. Her options here were never limited. Ryeland completely loved it. The ice's gleam stood out in the now dim light of the sunset, more orange if anything. Back home everyone had said New York was the town for muggers, murders, and horror stories, too bad they were wrong and too bad they hadn't had an optimistic view.
Slowly she released her feet from the uggs that warmed her feet, now letting damp air surround them. She tied her ice skates tightly around her thin ankles, then set off to sail the ice.
Casting off she took her time to skate around gracefully. Speeding up she quickly landed a double spin jump..How she managed to have an sucess at that she had no clue. The truth was she hasn't skated in a long while, modeling had her all wrapted up in useless exercising and posing in the mirror before bed.
Her wardobe was //somewhat// fit for the setting.
She wore a short, black cloth skirt, underneath white leggings.
A white, long sleeved hollister shirt with the typical symbol covering her small torso, and a abercrombie cream toned zip-up to keep the warmth in her body.
She drifted softly over the ice in a deep thought.
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Post by jason on Dec 11, 2006 23:27:42 GMT -5
Jason turned the corner as he walked around New York for some fresh air, He just needed to get out. Plus, hockey started soon better get an avantage of practice right? Although he didn't really agree with the //whole// practice makes perfect, It wasn't logically at all. Some people had coordination, and others did not. As he arrived at the ice skating rink he began to take off his tan American Eagle shoes replacing them with his orange hockey skates.
He hoped it would be empty so he had some time to gather his thoughts, but one girl occupied it also looking as if finding peace within herself. Jason wasn't one for skating for a stress-free time, actually every time he skated it was stressful because thoughts that were not important clustered his mind with doubts.
'Oh well' he sighed in his heavy british accent.
He wasn't dressed as warm as most, but he was //somewhat//, which was good enough.
Covering his muscular torso was a white,and blue stripped polo, and unnoticable white undershirt. Wrapted at his waist was his Abercrombie&Fitch destroyed jeans, slightly showing his boxers..although his shirt covered the sight.
He pushed himself onto the ice, soon gaining some speed.
Hoping not to trip among his own feet.
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Post by Darcy Edwards on Dec 12, 2006 20:22:34 GMT -5
Darcy was sitting on one of the benches and tying her white laces up. She had been coming to the rink when ever she had the chance because her Christmas show was coming up soon. She really didn't want to do it this year but her Mom threw a huge fit about it.
She took off her guards that just happened to be lime green. She shoved them in her, guess what? Lime green bag and stuck the bag under the bench so it was unseen to the human eye.
When she got out on the ice and warmed up a bit she began to do bits from her routine.
A spiral into an axel then a jump. [/center] |
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Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 14, 2006 2:41:13 GMT -5
A nineteen year old male entered the chilly ice rink without much purpose, not really even that to ice skate. He wore a pair of loose dark blue jeans, and unusual black pair Converse on his feet. Normally he wore more of a bulky skate shoe, but today he realized that Converse had been located at the back of his closet, left unused and unabused for quite some time now. On his muscular torso, a navy blue sweater, with the words “New York” embellished in white lettering on the front, was situated to provide him warmth. Underneath which, he wore a plain tshirt of no noteworthy value. Sleek, short black hair was combed and gelled a bit as usual, and an unreadable expression was worn on his bronze face.
Again he had not really come into the rink with an intention to skate but simply to observe. Approaching the barrier between him and the ice so that he could watch closely, Haden Emerson then rested his elbows on the railing near one of the exit/entrances. Deep set brown eyes gazed intently at the individuals on the ice. He was not judging but simply admiring the complexity of the sport. It actually brought back memories from his transition between middle and high school that seemed so long ago.
Once upon a time as a young boy, he had somehow gotten the pleasure of having a girlfriend. Yeah, a real damn pleasure it was alright. Of course as thirteen or fourteen year old at the time, Haden Emerson hadn’t been such a hopeless romantic. Literally, he was hopeless when it came to the ideas of romance. So anyway, he had grown smitten with a popular blonde of all sorts at that young age, and she was big on social events. And for some reason, the young lady had always dragged him along with her. He, being what he now entitled, “Young, idiotic, and naïve ” at the time, had went along with it for awhile. At that age, he literally had the power to snap the girl in half like a twig, but he obviously didn’t. To make a long story short, that was the time period in which he’d learned how to ice skate.
Ice skating was neither his thing nor his gift, and he sure as hell wasn’t good at it, but he could at least get around. Well at least last he knew, he could. Today though, he didn’t really feel like gliding in a game of ring-around-the-rosey around the ice or falling down on his ass as would be the likely occurance. Nah that didn’t sound appealing, so he’d concluded to just watch, leave the real ice skating to those who knew a little more about what they were doing.
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Post by Elyse Morgan Boening on Dec 14, 2006 16:35:51 GMT -5
Brr, it was cold.
Elyse didn't even know why she was here, it just happened that way. She was walking around and decided maybe she might go ice skating. She used to do it all the time when she was little, she even figure skated, until she broke her ankle and was too afraid to try to get back into skating shape.
Her skates were already on her feet, white and girly with hot pink guards. Her long slender legs had a pair of unbelievably tight Rock and Republic dark wash skinny straight leg jeans covering them. Her torso was covered by a cream colored Betsey Johnson sweater, showing bit of her abdomen. Over this she wore a brown bomber jacket with a fur lined hood.
She took off her guards and placed them under a bench with her dark brown wool and leather Betsey Johnson bag, along with her chocolate Uggs. She stepped out onto the ice and gracefully glided around, weaving around people, feeling the bitter wind on her face.
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Post by jason on Dec 14, 2006 18:17:29 GMT -5
As he awoke from his daze he noticed all of the people arriving at the rink after a short period of time. Skating was like the way he freed his stresses, just the gentle wind..glidding skates. It was like a minute in heaven. Although some would desagree, and say it was a struggle to even stay put among the ice. Which in /their/ case was probably true, but Jason had been skating for years now..it was as easy as walking. Of course with the right amount of practice you could be pretty much perfect, or atleast as close as you could ever get. He still let the blades of his ice skates stroke across the ice as his eyes met with a stunningly /gorgeous/ girl. ((Elyse))
He just about tripped on his own feet.
Gawh..he thought expressionlessly
but he automaticly shook the thought from his head..
'Ophelia' he had to keep his mind strickly toward her, He remember the last event. But damn. this girl was the whole package.
He sighed.
Maybe he didn't really like to be attracted to so many people. He was a normal guy though...what could you expect?
He continued skating on pass the girl, hopping she caught a glimpse of him too.
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Post by ryeland on Dec 14, 2006 18:47:21 GMT -5
OOC:|by the way, both Jason and Ryeland Are My Characters =]
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Ryeland noticed the people arriving, with a slick nod and warm smile she greeted them. She swiftly skated around the tall oak tree that was like a "center piece" for the rink. She observed the people, two girls, and two attractive men. She had picked the right day to skate, considering she would get to mingle abit. So far she had mingled alot in her time of New York, but she hadn't yet met someone with similiar interests. Even though she was abit complex, and hard to figure out..She knew someone would be just as difficult as her.. Right?
Really she was looking for some more girly friends, that she could chill with and gossip about guys..haha although she didn't really have the tounge for gossip.
But of course meeting a guy of similiar interests was dandy too.
She shot a glance toward the boy who was standing along the railing. He was broad, tall and attractive yes.
As she did lock her eyes on him, she did the most embarrssing thing.
She tripped right onto her bottom.
What a great first impression eh?
A girl with no coordination what so ever.
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Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 14, 2006 20:54:08 GMT -5
Haden casually shifted his gaze between the skaters on the ice, notably admiring any obvious talent out there. It was only a matter of a couple of moments before he caught a pair of stunning ocean blue eyes locked in his direction. For a brief second his brown eyes gazed back hers, but then he uncomfortably focused them elsewhere.
Haden Emerson hardly believed in love, and he was also not one to just go out with the first chick that came along. Every now and then though, there was a pair of eyes that struck him. He was not one of those people who let down his guard over looks, no matter how beautiful the woman. At least he’d tried to train himself away from that typical guy habit long ago. No, instead it was an individual’s eyes that could only entice him. Countless people could be seen as attractive from the outside, but to Haden Emerson it was only the eyes that allowed one to catch a glimpse of who a person truly was on in the inside. After all it was from the inside that an individual’s true character, aspirations, and values came. Awfully deep for a guy who didn’t truly believe in romance, hmmm? Well he certainly had well thought out beliefs, but some of them he did not allow to apply to himself… what a hypocrite.
Focusing his eyes on the woman again, he saw her fall on to the ice. A sudden cringe involuntarily marred his features, damn, that had to hurt. Instead of finding amusement in another’s pain though, he was only reminded of the very reason he didn’t feel like skating today. It brought back the memories of that first time he stepped out onto in the ice in middle school. He hoped she was okay, because he definitely knew that a bruised tailbone was definitely not a pleasant gift to bring home from the rink.
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Post by ryeland on Dec 14, 2006 21:37:12 GMT -5
Ryeland released her glove covered hands to the ice.
Ouch.
She slowly pushed herself off the chilly ice, into a standing position. It was funny she'd have to admit, but not as much when she was the one falling. Of course everyone had their falls every now and then, but did it have to be infront of alot of people. Oh yes. with her luck it had to be. Oh well, she sighed wondering who was perfect enough to not fall..It was pretty tempting =]
She quickly dusted herself off, yeah she was a cluts..that was for a fact.
She began once more glidding the blades of her skates across the wide opened areana. It was rather dim out, but the oak tree did have a yellow-ish gleam that made everything seem more elegant and alluring. Yes Yes, she did have the passion for things that came naturally to a scene. You couldn't just ignore the good things in life right? Like a wide casted sun raise, or a calm ocean.
Ryeland laughed as a drop of water fell from the tree to the tip of her nose.Cold but amusing, she already have one thing go wrong. What else could?
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Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 14, 2006 23:19:11 GMT -5
Watching as the girl stood got back up from her fall and resumed her skating, Haden could not deny that he was indefinitely slightly impressed. Many, both men and women alike, would just given up after a fall or two on the ice. However, this woman seemed hardly phased by it. Fact was that her reaction was similar to what he would do… if you fall down, just gotta get back up. He wouldn’t be who he was today if he allowed himself to give up on anything he endeavored. Sure it was true that he wasn’t in the mood for falling down, but that didn’t mean he’d go home whining like a baby if he did.
After a moment of solemn thought, Haden turned and approached the skate rental counter. There he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and placed the correct amount of money on the counter, requesting his shoe size to the employee. The woman was quite an amusing sight actually because anyone could tell that she despised her job. Not only that, but the short lady appeared to be wrapped in layers of clothing with a thick knit wool scarf wrapped around her neck and a beanie on her head. Haden personally thought that the woman could probably survive in the North Pole with that kind of a get-up. Trying not to show it, he hid a slight smile that crossed his face when she went to get his skates.
With the skates his possession, he approached a bench and sat down on it. Warily, he untied his shoes and put on the ice skates slowly, sure to lace them up for the most comfortable fit. The bad thing about rental skates was that they were almost guaranteed to hurt one’s feet no matter how carefully they were worn, but he did his best to put them on so as to limit the soreness later. With that done, he tucked his Converse under the bench and stood up to approach the entrance to the rink.
He stepped onto the ice slowly and started out at a slow, manageable speed. Well so much for just watching, he frowned, rather angry with the fact that he'd deceived himself. To his relief, he was actually not as out of touch with it as he’d originally thought, and sure enough, he was comfortable with slightly increasing his speed. His brown eyes then looked around purposefully for that girl who had fallen. As soon as he’d spotted her, he adjusted his speed once more so as to catch up with her.
Upon arriving at her side, Haden muttered unshyly, “Hey, you alright? Looks like you took a pretty good fall over there…” Of course the thought didn’t occur to him that she might be embarrassed by that, because well, he was still a just a guy.
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Post by ryeland on Dec 15, 2006 21:56:48 GMT -5
The soft rustle of leaves filled her ears as she continued with her ice skating. The dim sound of rental skates gentally struck the ground..was someone else near her? shifting her body toward the man who had spoke she tried to keep the redness from her face. "Um" she paused with a few embarassed laughs between words. "It was a hard fall, but then again..I'd admit it was funny." she stated her lightly defined brazilian accent sinking through. She remained skating by his side with swift blade strokes. Her mind wandered curiously as she got a better look at him. Well..she might as well tell him her name right? it was only polite.
Her eyes glanced on him as a soft, greeting smile rose across her face. She put her hand out nicely , "I'm Ryeland White by the way" she introduced.
Her hands were cozily wrapted in pink, woolen mittens, that were a gift from her best friend in Brazil. Her cheeks turned a rose tint from the unbareable weather. It wasn't the best time to go ice skating but it was obviously worth it.
Great Exercise right? =]
:|OOC- short post sorry =/
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Post by Haden Emerson on Dec 16, 2006 22:25:58 GMT -5
Casting the girl a sidelong glance, Haden smiled slightly. “It takes any person to find humor in other’s actions, but it takes a unique person to find humor in his or her self,” he remarked. Casually, he shrugged, “Or at least in my experience anyway.” Most of the time he did not have trouble holding back a laugh about others, careful only to do so when they could laugh at themselves. One of his faults however was that he found great difficulty finding humor in himself. Those close to him knew that Haden could have a rather short fuse, even though he wasn’t all that vocal about it, and as a result he tended to get frustrated with himself and with others rather quickly. Despite that fault though, this did not by any means make him a quitter… nah instead he would stick things out in bitter misery until the end. The fact that Ryeland held that trait he was aware that he himself didn’t have though was something he could already respect about her person.
Upon hearing her name, he focused his gaze on her as well, returning the smile. “It’s quite a pleasure to meet you Ryeland, my name is Haden… Haden Emerson,” he murmured, firmly but gently shaking her mitten covered hand.
“So are you a frequent ice skater?” he questioned curiously, sticking his hands in the pocket of his sweater. He continued in rough glide along side her, so he definitely was not the guy born with the most graceful coordination. With an idea absently entering his mind, he decided to make a quick turn around on the skates, grinding the ice slightly. This left him awkwardly skating backward, but hell, he figured he needed the practice. He still kept up with Ryeland’s speed though, also now studying her more thoroughly in between making certain there were no obstacles he was about to run into behind him.
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Post by Elyse Morgan Boening on Dec 18, 2006 15:43:03 GMT -5
Elyse noticed a guy looking at her, and blushed slightly, kind of unsure of what to do. She smiled back, letting her straight, pearly-whites show a bit, twirling around him gracefully. As she skated, her hair blew behind her, like it was floating on air. She skated in front of him and stopped, with a sheet of ice flying up when she did.
"Hi." HI? Is that all she cuold think of? How lame.
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