In her own world //open//

[Trista Gallara ||<3||]

The brunette made her 3rd lap around the rink.
Looking down at the white ice, Trista Gallara seemed to be in her own little world.
And she was, if that means she was lost in thought.
The 23 year old had just arrived at the rink about 5 minutes ago, it was now 2:30, and she was already starting her 4th lap around the rink.

Trista loved coming to this place to think.
She didn't have to pay attention to anyone, just think.
Of course she made sure she watched where she was going, but other then that everything else was blocked out.
Just her and her thoughts.

Hands were in the white vest pockets, that fitted comfortably over the light blue turtle neck on her torso.
The tight light blue jeans, were slightly flared at the bottom, and fitted great with her pure white ice skates.

As she picked up speed, her long ponytail of dark brown and golden hair flew behind her, but she didn't care at all.
She was seriously gone, out of this world.

[| | Steven Jacobs | |]

Steven hopped into a cab from the mall, in hopes of getting through the busy traffic before he grew old. Shortly after getting in, he arrived at the ice skating rink, his blades tied at the lace and dangling from each side of his shoulders. In highschool he joined the varsity hockey team, but was benched for the season when he fell; breaking his ankle. Although being completely amazing at the skating o'deal. The clanking of blades, brought back memories that were once treasured. The sweet aroma of pine, and freshing cold filled his nostrils as he took it all in.
Walking to one of the vacant benches he set down his blades, and sat releasing his shoes from off his size twelve feet. It wasn't old for such big feet in his family, since he reached over the height of 6'3. As he tied up the skates, he put his shoes out of eye view, and stepped onto the ice. Coasting along the ice, it was literally walking on water.

Thoughts of his parents, and dear friend Megan filled his thoughts with happiness and depression. His sandy blonde hair was shaggy, and swaying with the wind as he caught some speed. Stopping, and carving into the ice he started skating in the opposite direction.
His muscular torso was covered in a white, Volcom half zipped sweater revealing the blue and white polo underneath. At his strong legs were cargo pants, with the symbol Moose on it.

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[Trista Gallara ||<3||]

Trista kept her eyes on the ice, as she kept picking up speed.
Now on her 10th lap around the rink.
She kept thinking about her family, and her life when she was a teenager.
Her lips carved into what looked like a 'sour' face, but it was for the thoughts of her past.
She hated these thoughts, but she always thought about this shit.

As she kept skating, she looked up, just in time, but to late, she skated into a boy with blonde hair.
Almost falling, she caught her balance, and grabbed him before he fell. Pulling him up he wouldn't.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention at all. I'm so sorry..." Trista started ranting on.

Looking at that guy in front of her, the thoughts of her past disappeared and thoughts about him popped in.
Wow he's cute. No he's adorable. I wonder how old he is? I love his hair. I bet he has a girlfriend.

"...I'm sorry, again." she finally stopped.

[| | Steven Jacobs | |]

Absent-mindedly skating around, letting his thoughts be forgotten, he let his blades stroke the smooth ice. A sudden bump almost had him falling on his ass, then he was preventing a girl from falling on hers, it all just happened so fast Steven didn't have time to recover from his beating pulse.

"Uh ho.." he said, as she bumped into him quickly.
"Uh Yeah that's fine" he replied regaining his wits. Pushing the spreaded ice off of his coat, he looked down as if he had pee'd himself.
He didn't of course. It was shocking though.
He held the girl in his arms for alittle then released her when he knew she was balanced.
"ya it's all good." he stated, still wiping himself off.
Looking up to the girl, he smiled friendly.

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[Trista Gallara ||<3||]

Trista brushed her side swept bangs, from her face and looked at the boy more.
He was really cute, but probably really young.
Noticing that they had been touching for awhile, she smiled.
He soon let go though, which was good.

"Are you sure your okay?" she asked. "I'm so sorry."
Oh god here we go again.
Looking down at her pant legs, she noticed some snow on them.
Bending down, she brushed it off.

Standing back up she held out her hand.
"I'm Trista, by the way." she said with a cute smile on her face.
Yeah it was the weirdest time to introduce herself, but she didn't care.