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Post by It's me, El on May 3, 2016 15:11:04 GMT -6
Setting
You have arrived at Silver Blades Ice Rink in Gillingham, England. It is a Thursday, and it's midday. Despite being rather warm outside, it's - of course- cold in much of the building. There's not very many other people here, as most people are either at school or work, making the large ice rink seem a little bigger. For those that would prefer to not participate in the ice skating, there is a large amount of seating around the edge of the rink, so that you can sit and keep an eye on any friends, family or anyone else that you may have arrived with (this place can seat about one thousand people, if not, then a little more). There's also a cafe that serves hot and cold food, and is perfect to go to before or after your skating session - or a warm drink can be obtained for you to have while spectating. Ice skates are available to rent, as are lockers, so that if you've arrived alone, then there's always a safe place for your shoes and other belongings. All usual rules apply to this character chat. (No Mary Sues, no controlling other characters, etc.). To join, you can either post your character's information in a form-format, or you can write out a description. Or, you can simply give basic information, and link to a form that is on your own page. Anyone can join in at any time! There's no need to ask. My Character:Full Name: Adrienne Hayley Wells. Nickname: Adrienne. Adie. Age: 19 years. Gender: Cisfemale. Pronouns: She/her. Orientation: Lesbian. Nationality: English (British). She also has American and Greek roots. Appearance:
(FC: Kathryn Newton). The link to her full form is here.
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Post by It's me, El on May 3, 2016 15:45:50 GMT -6
Adrienne was already on the ice rink, having arrived around twenty minutes beforehand. She had placed her belongings that she had brought with her into a locker, and as she used her own ice skates, she had no need to hire any. She wore fleece-lined black skating trousers that a dark purple spiral going down the right leg, and dark purple on the hems of the trouser legs. She also wore a black t-shirt, a black, fleeced, long sleeved, zip-up ice skating jacket that had a dark purple spiral stretching down the left arm sleeve and black fleece gloves. Her ice skates were plain white, and nothing from them remotely stood out - aside from the fact that they were of quite a high quality. Her hair was tied back into a wavy ponytail. She was comfortably gliding around on the ice, almost as if it was her home, taking a couple of warm-up laps around the ice rink. Then, as she approached one of the corners, she glided on her left foot, with her right foot behind. Lifting her right foot up, she pushed off on her left toe pick, and landed on her right toe pick - thus, performing a basic waltz jump.
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Post by Kor on May 3, 2016 16:05:11 GMT -6
Toby "Tobits" Endman is 27 and male. He's got dark blonde hair that's a little bit curly and falls in his face a little bit, but he keeps it fairly short. Today, it's under a dark green toque with dark grey accents. His skin is a pale tan colour, he has a light layer of stubble, and his eyes are hooded and a turquoise-ish colour. He is wearing a simple pair of jeans and a tight grey-and-black striped tee shirt. His jacket is a yellowish colour, hanging open, and it's pretty long. One of his front teeth is chipped and he's missing the tip of his right pinkie finger. He seems to be of mixed race.
Genevieve "Geneve" Farseni is 20 and female. She has straight hair that's mostly a dark brown colour, but around the back of her left ear there are streaks of white where there is no pigment. It's loosely held back by a butterfly clip. She has tan-colour skin darker than Tobits's, her eyes are very dark and thin, and she is thinner and about the same height as Tobits. Today, she wears a teal sweater that falls to about her waist, over simple jeggings. She wears a stylish patterned yellow scarf. She is mixed, but primarily Mongolian.
Both friends are engaged in conversation as they enter. Geneve pauses to look around, then gestures towards the rentals. Tobits carried a worn-out pair of grey hockey skates in one of his hands, but Geneve didn't seem to have any. "Are you serious?" Tobits was laughing. "You didn't bring ANY gloves?" "You didn't, either," Geneve points out, lowering her eyebrows. "That's because I was going to steal one from you, and stick both my hands into it, and skate like that."
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Post by It's me, El on May 3, 2016 16:54:15 GMT -6
Adrienne continued, gliding across the ice at an even pace. She smiled slightly, and she hummed under her breath, as if it was keeping her rhythm. After a few moments, she turned so that she skated backwards, doing three crossovers, then lifting off to a loop jump, and she glided over the ice smoothly as she landed. Although her slight smile didn't change, Adrienne was, in fact, incredibly pleased with how that had turned out. It wasn't often that she managed to have a smooth landing. Then, she moved onto perform a two-foot spin that lasted a good few seconds until she brought herself out of it. She shortly glided to a halt at the edge of the rink, and placed one hand on the edge, to have a couple of moments to take a breather. She also took this time to take a quick look around the rest of the rink, to see how many other people where there, and to see if anyone else was arriving. There were a couple of other people that she recognised from previous weeks that she had been here, but she hadn't spoken to. There were also a few others that she didn't recognise as well.
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Post by cestlamort on May 4, 2016 22:48:11 GMT -6
I have to go tobsleep right away so I'm going to make my first post sometime tomorrow. Name: Frederick Olivier Age: 21 Gender: Cis male Pronouns: he/him Orientation: Gay Nationality: Swiss on his mother's side, French on his father's side Appearance: Frederick stands at 6'5" and weighs 195 lbs. His skin is quite pale as a result of spending most of his time indoors, contrasting quite a bit with his raven hair. His eyes are two different colours: the left one green and the right one hazel. He also wears black rectangular glasses. Although blazers are a staple in his wardrobe, he has switched it out for a grey jacket, gloves and a tan scarf, as he gets cold easily. Full form.
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Post by Kor on May 5, 2016 8:41:21 GMT -6
Tobits watches the girl on the ice with raised eyebrows. That was pretty impressive. If he could do that he'd probably come to rinks alone all the time. "Okay, help me get these on," comments Geneve once she'd gotten the skates. "Geneve, they're lace ups, they-" "I knoooowww, but help me find somewhere to sit." Ironically, she led the way to the lockers and they both changed fairly quickly.
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Post by cestlamort on May 5, 2016 16:49:34 GMT -6
Frederick rented a pair of skates and laced them up, quietly observing the others on the rink. In the back of his mind he wished Darius was with him, but he was busy with some online physics convention. Well, he wouldn't have to Skype in if Frederick hadn't been struggling with his composition. He was, though, and decided a change of scenery would help. Darius, being the good friend he was, tagged along and helped him pay for the trip.
Even though skating wasn't his strong suit--he was better at tennis, and even then he was mediocre at that because of his cardio--Frederick decided he should experience as much as he could within the week he was spending in Gillingham. Maybe something would spark his imagination and he would be able to finish the piece before the next semester began. Maybe he could put together an album, maybe a movie producer could take notice to him. A giddy feeling rose in his chest as he imagined what his life might be like in five, ten, twenty years from now. Maintaining a straight face, he stood and pushed up his glasses before stepping carefully onto the rink. People sped him. They weren't falling. But he probably would. Then, there was that girl who was moving along the ice as though it was normal ground, only far more graceful than one would walk on normal ground.
Out of all the times, he arrived at the skating rink alone in front of people who weren't falling. Frederick glanced up at the clock. Oh well. The worst anyone could do was point out that he was imperfect. Everyone had flaws though.
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Post by Kor on May 5, 2016 17:39:50 GMT -6
Geneve took a couple steps, then stumbled, then regained her footing. Once on the ice, she grabbed the ledge and moved a bit out of the way, gliding slowly. Tobits follows her onto the ice, moving with the ease of someone who last skated about two years ago, but used to do this a lot. "You have to come in the middle," he urges. "The side is for people who are doing really fast laps." "Yes, but the wall is the place for babies like me who can't stand up. Give me, like, three seconds to figure this out." When Tobits had invited her here, she'd told him she hadn't skated since she was 6, maybe 7. Her dads both hated the cold, but she'd been fascinated by the graceful gliding and had encouraged them to come here. After having a freezing, underwhelming experience, she'd never gone again. But now, she was more experienced and more elegant and had a lot more balance. It did only take her a few moments to stand properly and push off a little bit. She held her arms out at her side for balance as Tobits led her to the centre, looking around.
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Post by cestlamort on May 5, 2016 19:43:45 GMT -6
Frederick hesitantly made his way to the centre of the rink. His balance was far too shaky for his liking. Snowboarding was easier than this, and snowboarding was nearly impossible. He forced himself to look up, to relax his muscles a little, then took a tentative stride forward, then another. Maybe it wasn't so difficult. The corners of his lips lifted up into a small smile, but his optimism lasted only for a brief second before he wobbled, stumbled and fell. Cursing quietly to himself, he stood and brushed off his pants. Good thing they were only jeans. He glanced around the rink to determine if anyone had seen him fall, then swept his hair out of his eyes.
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Post by It's me, El on May 6, 2016 12:23:09 GMT -6
I'm adding a second character... Full Name: Cedric John Wells. Nickname: Cedric. Age: 22 years. Gender: Cismale. Pronouns: He/His/Him. Orientation: Bisexual. Nationality: English (British). He also has some American and Greek roots. Appearance: (FC: Alexis Gerred). Full form here. --- Suddenly, from the stands, someone started cheering. "YEAH! Gooo Addie!" he yelled enthusiastically, fist pumping. It was Cedric, evidently cheering his cousin along, and clearly didn't seem to care that his voice carried across the rest of the room. Despite there being music playing through the speakers, his voice was still quite clear. With him, he seemed to be holding a card cup of hot coffee that he took the occasionally sip out of. He was practically hidden under a thick coat and beanie, but there was still no mistaking him - well, those that knew him, that is. Adrienne glared up towards where Cedric was sitting, though it was good-natured. However, that didn't stop the fact that she went slightly red, even though pretty much no one else in the building knew who she was. She didn't say anything back, mostly because she really wasn't the sort to do that. As she continued skating, she decided to lay off doing any sort of trick for now, especially as it would just encourage her cousin to ecstatically cheer again. Adrienne quickly turned her attention back to the rest of the rink, where she saw that someone had fallen over near to her, so she slowed down as she passed him, watching with a concerned eye. However, as they managed to stand back up, she glanced away, towards two other people that had recently stepped onto the ice, and were heading for the middle area.
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Post by Kor on May 6, 2016 12:58:05 GMT -6
Tobits glances towards Frederick and quite blatantly points. "See, you're not the only one struggling." "I'm doing just fine," returns Geneve, letting go of his arm and indicating her balance. "Stop pointing at strangers, also. You're an embarrassment." "Harsh words." He pushes himself backwards a little bit. Familiar skating knowledge coming back to him, he turned, then grinned at her. He glances up at where Cedric yelled, then back to his friend. "Alright, now you have to do a bunch of spins and stuff. Ice ballet style, like that other girl." Geneve brought her feet together. "Sixth position." "I don't know what that means but I'm sure it was an excellent joke."
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Post by cestlamort on May 6, 2016 19:40:12 GMT -6
Noticing that Tobits was pointing at him, Frederick flushed a bit and frowned in his direction. He pushed his glasses up before returning to gliding slowly along the ice. As he did, he hummed softly along with the music playing in the room, then winced at the sound of his voice and silenced himself. Even though he had improved, Frederick would need to continue his vocal lessons this summer. But whatever, he thought as he continued humming. It was a song by a band he obsessed over as a teenager. Recently they resurfaced in the music industry. And their music was good.
He jumped a little at the sound of Cedric shouting, stumbled even, but managed to regain his footing, albeit with much arm-waving. Still, though, he didn't fall.
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