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| Alix | Sep 20 2009, 06:15 PM Post #16 |
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| amaranthine | Sep 21 2009, 02:38 PM Post #17 |
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[dohtml] <font face=georgia> <center> <font color=steelblue size=5.5>i've endured a thousand tears or more</font><br><br> <font color=black size=1.5>I'M WAITING, I'M PRAYING, REALIZE, START HATING.</font><br> <font size=5>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</font></font></center> <font face=georgia> <font size=5>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</font></center> <br> <br> <font color=steelblue>DATE!</font> Winter 16thth, 06. <br> <font color=steelblue>TAG!</font> Will Fortune <br> <font color=steelblue>OUTFIT!</font> Winter Outfit <br> <font color=steelblue>TEMPLATE!</font> a la la la allie! @ caution! <br> <font color=steelblue>NOTES!</font> N/A </font> [/dohtml] |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Sep 22 2009, 12:02 AM Post #18 |
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The Peeps: Will/Chou The Event: Ice Skating...or ice falling? Only time will tell. XD -- After fidgeting with his laces for a couple of minutes, Will finally gets his skates tied, the slight cold in his hands not really working to his favor at the moment. Should have brought his gloves. Oh well. Live and learn. Finishing his task, he turns his attention back over to Chou, happy to see that she has a smile on her face. Good to see she’s having a good time, that’s for sure. Will grins as he watches the shorter girl pick herself up, albeit a little on the wobbly side. Alas, the girl’s face seems to sour ever so slightly as she struggles to get her balance. Watching as Chou grabs the handrail, Will gives his legs a quick stretch and picks himself up. Having not skated in the past couple of years, the man finds that he himself is a tad on the unbalanced side, though not as bad as his brown haired friend is. ”I--I’m ready.” Nodding at Chou, Will makes his way over to the handrail himself. Patting her on the shoulder to try to ease her mind, Will begins his little crash course in the oh-so funderful world of ice skating. “Okay! Now with this being your first time out on the ice, I’m sure that you’re a little worried about falling. I know it might be tough, but the first thing you need to do is not worry about falling. If you do worry about it, it’s going to mess with your concentration and more than likely, you’re going to wind up falling anyways. Out of sight, out of mind! Or something like that.” Will pauses briefly before continuing on with the lesson. “OK, second thing. Don’t worry about falling! As you’ve already realized, the handrail is your friend. With that bad boy in reach, falling isn’t going to be too much of an issue. Yeah, I sound like a broken record, but it‘s just to get you into a positive mindset here.” Skating out on the pond himself, Will casually skates ahead a few meters, making sure that the ice is nice and level. If he can point out any potential hazards to Chou before they reach them, so much the better. After all, while the handrail is your friend as the black haired man so eloquently pointed out, a twig sticking out of the frozen water or chips in the ice itself is the furthest thing from a friend when learning to skate. Smiling and nodding as everything appears to be safe, Will skates backwards to his companion, relieved that his years of youth league hockey have given him enough skill to keep from falling on his duff. “Good news! The ice looks pretty good for the foreseeable distance. Shouldn’t give you any trouble whatsoever! Now then, keep your skates facing straight ahead and push yourself forward, like shuffling across a floor with your socks. Nice and easy. You’ve got the handrail and me here to make sure that you don’t take a tumble.” Finishing his brief little lesson, Will looks down at Chou and smiles. She should do fine…hopefully. After all, with the rail at one side and him at the other, how much trouble can the girl get into? |
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| Ricochet | Sep 22 2009, 02:25 AM Post #19 |
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Ulysses winced as the snowball hit the woman square in the back, sending her forward and no doubt spilling some of the drink that she was holding. Then, as the French woman, he noted by the accent, spotted him he had on a look somewhat like that of a deer caught in the headlights. He snapped out of it, though, as the quite unhappy woman started to make her way towards him. He might have even cringed. Trey and himself shared a rather mournful look, before Ulysses stepped forward in efforts to meet the woman half-way. "I am terribly, terribly sorry miss!" Ulysses began, putting more of a stress on the second 'terribly.' "I admit it a most unfortunate accident, but I'm afraid it still can't justify my terrible throwing skills... Please, if there is anything, anything at all I can do for you, just say the word and it'll be done." Ulysses said, quite a sincere expression on his face. Then suddenly he thought of something, as he glanced back to see the darkened snow where the drink had been spilled. "Freshen your cup of coffee, perhaps?" He inquired, raising a hand lightly with the index finger extended, his eyes wide. "I am sorry." He added, lowering his hand. Trey waved a step or two behind them, his head down but eyes watching their every move, as he dusted the snow from his gloves. He really hated any kind of confrontations... |
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| amaranthine | Sep 23 2009, 10:22 PM Post #20 |
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[dohtml] <font face=georgia> <center> <font color=steelblue size=5.5>i've endured a thousand tears or more</font><br><br> <font color=black size=1.5>I'M WAITING, I'M PRAYING, REALIZE, START HATING.</font><br> <font size=5>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</font></font></center> <font face=georgia> <font size=5>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</font></center> <br> <br> <font color=steelblue>DATE!</font> Winter 16thth, 06. <br> <font color=steelblue>TAG!</font> Will Fortune <br> <font color=steelblue>OUTFIT!</font> Winter Outfit <br> <font color=steelblue>TEMPLATE!</font> a la la la allie! @ caution! <br> <font color=steelblue>NOTES!</font> N/A </font> [/dohtml] |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Sep 25 2009, 03:16 AM Post #21 |
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The Peeps: Will/Chou The Event: Ice Skating?/Motivational Spiel? -- Smiling as he makes his way back to Chou, Will’s grin can’t help but diminish as he notices the look of distress on the girl’s face. His gaze moving downwards, the black haired man notes the poor girl’s feet aren’t the most steady at the moment…steady being the exact opposite of the wobbling that they are currently doing. As the look of fear gradually turns to one mirroring shame, Chou finally speaks. I-I can’t let go of the railing. I’m…I’m scared.” Feeling for the girl, Will tries to think of the best way to go about things. With as enthusiastic as she seemed about the little adventure on the ice previously, it seems that it would be quite unfortunate if the black haired man was the only one having fun. It would be nice if he could get her to try. After all, how is she going to know if she doesn’t give it a shot, right? But then…on the other hand, Will is able to empathize with Chou. If someone was trying to get him onto a horse to go for a little trip, Will figures that he would be feeling pretty much the same way that the poor girl in front of him is right now. True, odds are nothing THAT horrible would happen to him again, but the fear is always there, nonetheless. Opting for the gentle approach, Will smiles at the girl as he begins his little pep talk of sorts. “It’s okay…don’t worry about it Chou.” Will replies gently, hoping to diffuse the rather difficult bomb that can be a young woman’s emotions without it blowing up in his face. “You’ve got nothing to feel embarrassed about. Believe me, you’re not the only person out there that is afraid of skating…I was afraid of it at first too. The thing is though, my older brother wouldn’t let me give up on it though. He saw the excitement in my eyes when I first heard we were going skating and he thought that I would regret it if I just gave up because of the fear. Looking back on it, I‘m glad that he pushed me to do it. Yes, I fell down a few times, but nothing too serious. A little bump or scratch here and there.” Pausing for a moment, Will puts a comforting hand on one of Chou’s shoulders, hoping to soothe her, or at the very least be in a good position for a rescue just in case the poor girl’s nervousness eventually translates into passing out. “In a way, I’d like to push you because you looked so excited to give skating a try. I don’t want you to be disappointed on missing out on something just because you were scared. Like I said, you’ll have the railing to one side and me on the other. And if it helps…” Will removes his hand from Chou’s shoulder as he unzips his coat. Thankful that he is wearing a long sleeved shirt under it, Will offers it to Chou. “If it helps, you can wear this go give yourself a little more padding. But…if you really want off this pond, I’ll help you get back to land. I have no desire to force you to do something that you don’t want to do. We could go and build a snowman or have some cocoa or something if you’d like. Whatever you choose, I’m fine with. So, which way are we going, Chou? Forward or back?” |
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| Yumii | Sep 26 2009, 03:55 AM Post #22 |
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| Ricochet | Sep 26 2009, 03:58 AM Post #23 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#484034 style="border:1px solid #484034;"> <tr> <td background="http://i43.tinypic.com/11gm0p5.jpg" height=325> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font color="#F8F4B5"> Of course, Irene had wanted to come today. She'd been talking about it ever since she had found out about it, which was around a week ago now. Clint was himself glad that this day was finally here - if nothing else, at least she would stop talking about 'all the fun-tastic things' they just had to do at the festival. ... Granted, depending on how it turned out, he may now be subject to a constant re-hashing of the events of today. Guess time could only tell for that one. <br><br> Clint himself wasn't particularly thrilled to be here; he hated crowds. A festival such as this was sure to draw one, but he had to come. For Irene. But, as they finally arrived, he found himself looking around for a certain someone, a woman whom had been on his mind lately and he wasn't sure what to make of it, how to speak with her now. Should he approach, or turn the other way and hope he wasn't spotted? Well, he needn't worry - she wasn't here. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and continued following Irene, now free to let his mind wander onto other things, like the fact that he had brought some spinach to add to the mix courtesy of the Tanners. He had considered bringing a potato just to get Wyatt's mostly like humorous reaction, but decided to spare his old friend from the hated crop. <br><br> "There's the mayor," Irene said, pointing and leading the way. Clint handed the crop over for the mayor to add, listening patiently as he (the mayor) conversed with Irene some over how things were going in the local school. She gave fairly short answers, ending with a small smile and a shrug. They were soon dismissed as the mayor went back to caring for the concoction. It was undoubtedly a strange mix, but it was starting to smell good, to Clint at least. But that might be 'cause he'd eat almost anything, and hadn't had lunch and barely anything for breakfast. And now he stood by the larger one of the ponds, arms folded, looking around as Irene did the same, apparently deciding what she wanted to do first. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Sep 26 2009, 05:51 AM Post #24 |
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The Peeps: Caleb Moon, ISO: Clint The Event: Mid-Winter Festival -- [align=center] [/align]The brisk afternoon wind blows through the long blonde hair of one Caleb Moon, rustling the few flakes of snow that were resting on his mane back into the air. Taking in a deep breath, the young man adjusts the shoulder strap of his duffel bag and scans his surroundings, taking in the serenity and peace that they are offering him. Definitely a pleasant change of scenery from the hustle and bustle of a hospital and the…interesting offerings of the Dublin nightlife. Shaking his head as if to purge the memories of his past from his mind, Caleb continues on through the little winter wonderland. ”Certainly nice enough here…feel kind of bad about the whole not bringing an ingredient thing though…oh well. That’s life.” The Mayor certainly did seem to be friendly enough, even if he did show up empty handed. Considering that he is brand spanking new to the island, it’s certainly nice enough that the man gave him a free pass on the whole hot pot thing. With nary a roof over his head for the time being, bringing a foodstuff to a festival he had read about on a flyer on the boat trip over doesn’t seem like too much of a big deal for the blonde haired man. Not really sure why he’s here, to be honest…a way to gauge the people of the village, mayhaps? Caleb really isn’t too sure himself. Continuing on his little trip, a slight smile crosses Caleb’s face as he arrives at his destination. Sure enough, there is a pond with a hole cut in it. One of the activities on the flyers itinerary was something along the lines of “braving the frigid waters in your swimming suit” or something of the sort. Definitely a good way to wake up his body after the rather uneventful trip over on the boat, anyways. Especially since the seafood dinner on the ship did a pretty good job of making him sleepy. Having changed into his trunks on the ship, Caleb quickly scans about, nodding as he notices a large tree that he should be able to hide behind to change after his little foray into the bone chilling water. ”What the hell? After seeing those two hyperactive idiots getting ready to ice skate, this is probably safer…at least I won’t have to worry about anybody falling and slicing with their blades like I am a damn roast, anyways.” Quietly humming to himself, Caleb quickly removes his clothing until he is just in his swim trunks, taking care to fold up his clothes as best as he can. Black slacks, shoes, and socks, blue button-up shirt, and tan duster. Unfazed at the cold snow under his feet, The blonde haired man makes his way to the pond. Taking in a deep breath, the man dives in headfirst, hoping that the water is deep enough so he can avoid any neck breaking tragedies. Fortunately, it is and Caleb actually has a little bit of an issue trying to find the hole cut in the ice right away. Taking a brief moment to get his bearings, Caleb sees daylight and swims up. Inhaling deeply as he surfaces, the man finds himself grinning for the first time in quite a while. The feelings of freedom and independence are enough to take away the chill of the water, at least for the first few moments. Thoroughly enjoying himself, Caleb can’t help but to let out a laugh as he treads water, content to stay where he is…at least for now. |
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| amaranthine | Sep 27 2009, 04:49 PM Post #25 |
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[dohtml] <font face=georgia> <center> <font color=steelblue size=5.5>i've endured a thousand tears or more</font><br><br> <font color=black size=1.5>I'M WAITING, I'M PRAYING, REALIZE, START HATING.</font><br> <font size=5>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</font></font></center> <font face=georgia> <font size=5>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</font></center> <br> <br> <font color=steelblue>DATE!</font> Winter 16thth, 06. <br> <font color=steelblue>TAG!</font> Will Fortune <br> <font color=steelblue>OUTFIT!</font> Winter Outfit <br> <font color=steelblue>TEMPLATE!</font> a la la la allie! @ caution! <br> <font color=steelblue>NOTES!</font> N/A </font> [/dohtml] |
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| Mismo | Sep 27 2009, 11:26 PM Post #26 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=500 background="http://pbskids.org/shareastory/images/background.gif"> <tr> <td> [align=center] <br><br>Winter 16th<br> ---<br> Tag!; Florence <br>[/align] <br> HE. WAS. IN. HEAVEN. <br><br> Perhaps the idea of heaven to most did not contain large helpings of snow which clung to any surface it could claw its icy fingers at, melting and making one's coat somewhat useless against the elements. Nor did heaven typically contain cold winds which froze unsuspecting cooled hot chocolate covered fingers to the bone. <br><br> But what did that matter in the least?! Lucas, having noticed it was a bit of a slow day, decided to take a break for the day to enjoy the festival. After some exploring, he had happened upon the fact that beverages seemed to be unlimited today. Which instantly made this a joyous occasion- he had already downed seven cups of cocoa, and was therefore, on a bit of a sugar high. <br><br> After speeding about the estate like an obnoxious solid orange cheetah and verynearly dunking himself and two other people in a frozen hole in the lake by pure accident, he had found the high beginning to wear down. Therefore, the man-child-whatever he was decided it would be appropriate to rest at that moment. Breathing heavily, the nineteen year old plunked himself down on the first bench he saw, smiling to himself as he removed the goggles from his eyes and allowed his muscles to relax.<br><br> It was that moment he finally noticed that he was not alone on the bench. Previously having gone unseen due to the blindness in his eye, Luke turned to find, much to his shock, that there was a large pink Santa Claus esque-man sitting next to him. After gawking for a few seconds, he tilted his head, somewhat baffled. Wasn't it a bit early for Santa to be sitting on benches and chilling with hot cocoa? <br><br> ... Well, there was always a first for everything, really, though why was Santa wearing pink? And why was Santa young? And why didn't Santa ever come to HIM when he was a child?.. <br><br> It was then he came to a realization. However, there was no guarantee... Though, it wouldn't hurt to ask... So, he did, quite shamelessly.<br><br> "S'cuse me guy, are you related to Santa?" </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Marie ♪ | Sep 28 2009, 12:47 AM Post #27 |
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| Midnight Sleeper ♪ | Sep 29 2009, 04:35 AM Post #28 |
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The Peeps: Will/Chou The Event: Skating! Probably. XD As Will thinks about his words, he can’t help but feel a little bit of shame. While truthfully, the main reason that he wants her out on the ice is so that she can experience the joy of ice skating, the little part of him that wants her there so he’s not skating alone is starting to make him feel a little bad. Maybe she isn’t ready. If she is this nervous about it, she very well might mess up. And if she falls, how bad will she get hurt? And it would all be Will’s fault for pushing her into it. Thinking to himself, maybe it would be in Chou’s best interest for him to help her back to the bench. There’s plenty of other things to do, right? Will is just about ready to open his mouth, being cut off by Chou before he can even utter a syllable. ”I-I’m ready!” Ears perking up at the girl’s declaration, Will looks over at the girl and can’t help but smile, happy that his pep talk seems to have given Chou a second wind of sorts. Looking her over, the black haired man notes that she still looks a little nervous, but at least not as bad as before. Plus, the look of determination in her eyes is a nice thing to see as well. Watching as the girl blushes up as he hands her his coat, Will’s face can’t help but redden slightly too. The man is fairly certain that there’s not too much to make of it, but he can’t help but think that the nervous blush only adds to the girl’s already rather cute appearance. Clearing his throat nervously and breaking eye contact, Will tries to play it off cool. “Um…well, glad to hear, Chou! Trust me, once you get to moving, it will be a piece of cake!” Will grins as he skates so he is even with the girl. “Okay then, nice and easy. Just shuffle your feet forward nice and slow. If you fall, I’ll be here to catch you.” Will pauses briefly, smiling as he looks down into Chou’s eyes. “Trust me!” |
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| Ricochet | Sep 30 2009, 04:44 AM Post #29 |
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| Yumii | Oct 2 2009, 12:51 AM Post #30 |
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