❉ in the w i n t e r - air. ❉

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"I saw you standing in the corner
On the edge of a buring light
I saw you standing in the corner
Come to me again in the cold cold night
In the cold cold night
You make me feel a little older
Like a full grown women might.
But when you gonna grow colder
Come to me again in the cold cold night
In the cold cold night"



And this is me ^_^
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This is my normal hair colour, but it's currently a dark brown.

I hear you walkin' by my front door
"I hear the creakin' of the kitchen floor"

Full Name → Sara-Ray Miller
Nickname → "I go by Ray, most of the time. ^_^ "
Gender → "Female. Can you not tell by my long hair and feminine ways?"
Age → "Turned eighteen last month~"

I don't care what other people say
"I'm gonna love you anyway"

Description → One would consider Sara to be quite average looking, she finds herself to be quite plain. She has long-ish light brown hair that is either pulled back into a messy bun or a braid, mostly to keep her hair out of her way when she is reading, studying, working, or skating, and it can very rarely be seen down. Sara has a tendency to dye her hair darker due to not liking her natural hair colour - her personal opinion is that it's dull and boring - and has even thought about going red, though she'll never admit that she's not brave enough to go there.
Her eyes are a soft looking brown, often highlighted with mascara and eyeliner to make them look bigger than they actually are (and to reduce how tired she looks), and are framed by whatever colour hair she has dyed it. She doesn't have great eye sight, so Sara wears glasses a lot like 3D glasses that you can get in cinemas in England, or she braves it and wears contact lenses.
At about five three, Sara-Ray feels quite short around most, but actually likes her height - she isn't one to moan about something she can't change. Her feet are just as small as she is, with UK size four, and her weight is average - she monitors her weight, she can't help it much but it's something she can control entirely.
Height → "Five foot three inches. Short, I know, but I don't mind too much."

Come to me again in the cold cold night
"In the cold cold night"

Personality → What can be said about Sara-Ray? This young adult is quiet and reserved, preferring to observe rather than actually getting into the thick of things. She tends to try and get out of impossible situations - well, things she sees as impossible - by making excuses, and one way that worked in her favour (or not) was when they moved over from England, and she managed to get home schooled. Being home schooled is probably the reason why she's quiet, as when she was in England she was was loud and bubbly and was constantly found making a fool out of herself.
Ray has become quite worried about everyone's thoughts of her, as such she tends to stay at home with a good book and a hot chocolate instead of getting out in public. As she has become quite home orientated, it's not that surprising to find out that she is quite helpful, and can be found cooking most nights. Because she is constantly around her younger sister - who actually goes to school - she has become very attached to the sister that's a lot younger than her, and is quite soft towards her, tending to let her get the better of her.
Sara-Ray gets embarrassed quite easily - always has - and can be found blushing at even the stupidest of things - something she hates with a passion, but something she can't change about herself. Oh, and she's a constant worrier, someone who thinks that something is going to go wrong at any possible moment. Something unusual about her is how superstitious she is - very - and how much she's into History - she'll probably know something about everything related to its past.
History → On the 7th November eighteen years ago, Sara-Ray Miller was brought into this world by Jerry and Anne-Marie Miller to become a citizen of England. The idea of a double-barreled first name came from her mother, who only wanted the best for her. Sara came from Anne-Marie's mother, whereas Ray came from the cold winter rays of sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window. Though her father fought for a single first name, ultimately her mother won, and she was named Sara-Ray.

Her parents were childhood sweethearts, and were engaged not long after her mother's eighteenth birthday. It wasn't that long either after they were engaged that Anne-Marie had fallen pregnant, and though Sara-Ray was born through wedlock, her parents married on Christmas Eve when she was about two years old. Though her parents were young when they had her, they worked hard and have managed to provide for her with jobs that they necessarily wouldn't have had if they hadn't have been desperate to support her.

Her childhood, though difficult due to no shortage of money issues, was fairly happy. Ray was fairly intelligent, though not desperately so, but smart enough to hold a decent conversation with most. Her intelligence was passed over by both her primary school teacher - for she originally hails from England - and her secondary school teachers, but she excels in both acting and art, the former for the chance to find out what it's like to be someone else, and the latter merely for the freedom. She prefers to hide her talents though.

At the age of thirteen, she helped welcome a new member of the family - her younger sister Wendy, named by Sara-Ray for the character in Peter Pan (as she has always been a huge disney fan, it made perfect sense to her). It was then that Jerry applied for visas to work and live in America, in Wilshire specifically, and it took until Wendy was a year old for them to actually receive them. It didn't take long for them to say goodbye to rainy England and move to America, but it was quite an emotional time for the girl.

Instead of heading to the school in the town, Sara managed to beg her mother to homeschool her, and, as her father managed to get a pretty well paying job, she agreed. As such, Sara didn't get out much, and didn't want to get out much, so she's still quite a mystery to the residents of Wilshire. Worried, her mother managed to get Sara-Ray to an ice-skating class out of town not long after they arrived in America, and, grudgingly, she had agreed. It was probably the best thing she could have done, as she still ice-skates in low pressure competitions.

Now, four years on, Sara-Ray has finally figured out that she should get out of her own little world as she finds that she is restless, and looking after her little sister and going ice-skating just wasn't enough to keep her occupied.

I can't stand it any longer
"I need the fuel to make my fire bright
So don't fight it any longer"

Crush → None, currently, though this is to be edited in due course.
Other → Jingle bells~

Come to me again in the cold cold night
"In the cold cold night."

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[{{ f i a s c o }}]

Come on, oh my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
If I, if I'd only waited
I'd not be stuck here in this hole

Come here, oh my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
And I swear I waited and waited
I've got to get out of this hole

But time is on your side
It's on your side now
Not pushing you down and all around
It's no cause for concern

Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath

And time is on your side
Is on your side; It's on your side now
Not pushing you down, and all around
No it's no cause for concern

Stuck on the end of this ball and chain
And I'm on my way back down again
Stood on a bridge, tied to the noose
Sick to the stomach
You can say what you mean
But it won't change a thing
I'm sick of the secrets
Stood on the edge, tied to the noose

You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose

He can't remember anything from his past; he suffered an accident once whilst falling down a ski slope, which wiped out his memory. He's been told what his life was like and who he was, but he won't accept the person he used to be, as if a stranger from a storybook trying to fit into the skin of the protagonist. He is nineteen years old.

☸If you saw James walking down the street, you wouldn't say he was a remarkably handsome youth, nothing out of the norm. Perhaps if you were the observant type, you might note the nervous twitch of fingers, the constant movement of his soft brown gaze; a strange demeanor reserved only to those that have trouble holding on to what they are and aren't comfortable in their skin. You would say he was, well, pretty average. Not too long russet brown hair with somewhat of a lank curl to it, a nervous smile plastered on an angular oval shaped face attatched to a lanky body that seems too thin and bony for the height he supports. His stance can go from a semi-nervous mostly relaxed slouch to a completely tense and stiff demeanor when he is angry or being argued with, told off. His smile eases tension off most people's shoulders as it is relaxed, unlike most of his physical features.

His hands are one of his most noticeable features - apart from his soft brown, doe-like eyes. They are bony and has long fingers, wherein one may notice tendons wriggling under his skin. They are constantly moving; tapping a table or drumming his guitar and very soft when it comes to toying with bit in a horse's mouth.

He has light build; not weak, but doesn't work out except from the occasional jog every two or three mornings. He is about 1.75m tall and weighs around 70kg, which makes him seem feather-weight and lanky rather than the burly build many teenage girls prefer.

He is from spanish descent, therefore sports a more-tan-than-average skintone that easily darkens with the sun. He does not get burnt with ease. Clothes-wise, he wears navy blues, greys and burgundy colours more often than not, usually clothed in sport or casual gear. Formalwear consists of shirts and trousers, nothing too fancy. He doesn't come from a very wealthy background, so his clothes aren't fancy, which doesn't bother him completely.

☸James is the quiet one, the one that's still figuring out who he is, relating to who he was - not surprising considering he has chronic amnesia - and is having a hard time doing so. He seems cold, wary at first, reluctant to make aqcuaintances because - really - he isn't too sure how. He is not very sure of himself, lost all the cocky confidence he seemed to have before his accident, and hates making mistakes, which all adds up into a terrible concoction that stops him from socialising much.

However, he won't ignore you - that would be rude and he wouldn't like to give you that impression. He'd just rather be jogging or doing anything else whilst listening to, say, Death Cab for Cutie or Imagine Dragons on his music device. He'll try his hardest, smiling nervously at bad jokes, trying to make small talk and try to be as interesting as possible. Since he isn't quite the comedian or the hottest dude around, you'd probably loose interest fast, and that's relatively ok with James. He's used to it. But that doesn't mean he won't hurt at being rejected; he hates failing and letting down others - it's one of his biggest fears - not meeting anyone's expectations.

It takes some prying to get James to open up to you. He takes anyone that just pops up and trys to be his friend as somewhat weird and overly to obvious. That's one of James' pet peeves; he hates obviousness and is very subtle himself. The best way to befriend him is to show constant interest. To him, that means that you trully are willing to invest time into James' akward social stumbles and that you're not there because you need something from him, or need someone to pass time with until you meet somebody that's better than him.

Once you get him to start relaxing, he proves to be the best listener around; it makes up for his lack of speaking skills, and he gives sound advice to those he finds that might need it. He's the one to go with if you're having trouble with friends, crushes or exes. He thinks logically and tries not to get led too far by his heart.

However, when angered, he looses all his akwardness and seems to grow an inch or two as he straightens up as he picks at the seams of your seemingly stupid and unreasonable argument. That's what he's best at; picking at people's flaws and noting them down, though he makes sure he doesn't voice them too often because that would just make him the outcast, and he's not rady for that, really. He doesn't loose his calm or temper easily, rather will argue with a level-headedness and sureness only seen in lawyers, strange to be found in one so young. He won't ever pick out a physical fight with anyone because he wouldn't have many advantages over anyone.

Romantically, James is the most subtle guy there is, but at the same time, isn't. You wouldn't say his prescence changed around that person, but his actions speak miles to whomever he is interested in. He won't be caught staring at his crush, or sighing lopsidedly, or being distracted. Rather, he tries to approach them subtly by helping them out by carrying books, suitcases or having some homeade coffee ready or when they come around. Small things like that tend to get to girls' hearts, so he makes sure he uses them to get his way. He looses all akwardness and becomes more confident, even regaining some of that flirtiness at his boldest. Sometimes, this confuses people because he tries not to be self-interested - which he is - but might mislead the mto think he likes them. Again, this just proves how un-straightforward and misleading some of his actions can be.

However easily James may become frustrated, he doesn't complain and tries to get on with it. I mean, complaining really won't get you anywhere, will it?





Quirks

☸Somewhat paranoid.
☸Plays the accoustic guitar, knows how to speak german.
☸Eager to avoid direct confrontation. Is fascinated by guns, and other quick death devices.
☸Smokes the occasional cigarette or three when he needs calming down.

Hey everyone :3

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name ;; “The name’s Bond. James Bond. Ha-ha, no, I’m kidding. My name is Adrian Gary Jones, but I go by either Adrian or Gary. Make up a few nicknames for me if you want, I don’t mind. As long as they’re not lame like ‘teddy’ or something similar.”
gender ;; “Duuuuude. I’m a male, like duh.”
age ;; “I am eighteen years young. Yeah, I’m a senior in high school, but there’s still a long way to go in life. There is no need to have a big ego about the fact that I’m almost graduating.”
birth information ;; “I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, on the fourteenth of February, 1994.”

general looks ;; “Uhhh.. You expect me to tell you how I look? Why don’t you just look for yourself? But, okay, okay.. Here goes. Starting with my hair, I’d describe it as a brown-ish blonde-ish color. The root is more of an ash-blonde shade, and as my hair grows its shade lightens into more of a honey color. Anyway, my hair is quite long, and it tends to hang in my eyes from time to time – not that I really care, though. The girls like it. It’s not a Justin Bieber style, but something similar. Shifting focus to my eyes, they are a grass-green, almost blue when seen close. What I find quite interesting is the fact that they change color throughout the day, depending on what my mood is. There are times they even turn brown. So, yeah, it’s quite weird. I am a jogger and I love to exercise, so I would say I am fit and in a good shape. I know most girls would want to see a guy with a six pack, but, I’m not going there because you’ll have to find out for yourself. Uhm, yeah, I’d say that’s my general description.”
weight ;; “The last time I weighed myself, the scale said 140 pounds.. Average, I’d say?”
height ;; “Despite my wishes, I’m not someone who’d intimidate the tallest man – or woman – in the whole world. I’m kind of tall, but I’m not short either. I stand at precisely six feet. Neat, eh?”
other markings ;; “I have a few markings on my skin from falling and from being the stupid teenager I am. The biggest scar on my body would be the one I got from playing with my younger brother when I was about eight years old – he pushed me into a window and I fell on the broken glass. Several cuts on my back remind me of that day. But, other than man-made cuts and scars, I have a birthmark on my left shoulder blade, in the shape of a crown. And no, I’m not a prince. It would’ve been cool to be one, but.. Unfortunately, that’s just reality. When it comes to tattoos, body rings, or anything similar, I refuse to have any. It’s just really gross to me, and I find it a disgrace to the normality of a person’s body.”

personality ;; “Dude, you know that you’re asking me to tell you about my personality, right? It ain’t such a good idea, concerning the fact that I am not a stranger – like you – who sees me from a different side, and notes other things about my personality; and, in the end, about who I am. Someone else’s point of view would be so much more accurate when it comes to explaining my personality, I am positive – but, if you really want me to explain to you who I think I am, then fine. Just take what I give you, then. I’ll just pretend to be someone other than myself while I explain everything to you; otherwise I’d just feel awkward. The guy in the mirror would be more than suitable to share the odds and ends of his ‘twin’ – namely me. So here goes.

The times I look in the mirror I see a guy who is passionate about life and everything that comes along with it. He goes along with the ways of living and doesn’t really care whether the world is about to end or not – he just makes a point of making the best of things while he can; before it’s too late. He sees the dark side of life as just an intimidating adventure and doesn’t hesitate to return the favor of intimidating it back. He is somewhat fearless and loves to take on new things, new places, new people; he uses the low parts in life as an opportunity to hope and strive for the higher peaks. And, surprisingly, he reaches them. With effort, of course, but as I said: he is passionate about life and everything that comes along with it. If life is a gift, why not use it to the full – while you still have the chance? Seeing life from a different perspective and living it uniquely has always parted Adrian from others. The world’s inadequate and inconvenient ways of living always tend to take people for granted for who they really are. But, Adrian always mentions that it is better to be hated for who you are, than to be loved for who you are not. He lives by that sentence, noting that only a few letters and a few words can change the whole way of living. In order to love your life, you need to love everything that surrounds you. And Adrian is proud to say that he has conquered that obstacle in life, and admires everything – from the slightest detail of a tree’s leaves to the faint touch of wind on his face. He is a grateful guy, and loves life to the brink of overflowing.
Other than his gratefulness, his other traits are somewhat interesting as well. He is a dreamer – he has previously found himself pondering over something totally unnecessary, and it puts him in a situation where he completely forgets about the people or things he was interacting with. But, fortunately, it does not happen very often. He admits that daydreaming is a little on the feminine side of life, but he simply can’t help it whenever it occasionally occurs – whether it is when he is sitting outside in the sun and admiring his surroundings, or when he reads something and simply gets lost in thought, while still reading but taking nothing in. He does not fathom the fact that he is a daydreamer, because there are very few guys in this strange world who fulfill such traits. He has noted before that many girls are daydreamers, so he does not fancy his daydreaming trait at all. Although it adds to the fact that he is unique, it does not impress him. But, then again, his deep thoughts do come at handy when it comes to being serious in life. He is someone who gives a situation a proper thought before making a decision about his actions, and the outcome would always go according to plan and everything is always under control. Therefore, deep thoughts and considerations are one of his specialties. Just don’t tease him about the fact that he’s a daydreamer – you’ll be very sorry if you do.
The main four traits Adrian carries with him in his everyday-life are ‘grateful’, ‘daydreamer’, ‘passionate’, and ‘self-confident’. Yes, you heard that. Adrian is a guy who is not easily fazed by what other people think of him. He stands his ground and he is always friendly to those who consider him as their enemy – which he does not know how he managed to make himself an enemy of some others. He is humble, and respects others’ wishes as if it were his own. The smaller details of his traits come down to ‘flirtatious’, ‘intelligent’, ‘funny’, ‘outgoing’, and ‘silly’. The fact that his surname is Jones just amuses him – he is not part of one of the richest families in the world. But, he enjoys pretending to be, and absolutely loves the fruit of it.
To be honest, Adrian is just an innocent teenager trying to find his place in this crazy world.

Okay, there we go. If I missed something, just tell me. Then I’ll know the ‘real me’ better than I do now.”
history ;; “To be honest, I don’t mind talking about my history at all. Most people are so insecure and self-conscious when it comes to sharing about their history – in the end, it all comes down to who you are as a person. If you don’t share your history, no one will know that side of you and will slowly but surely begin to fade away because they don’t know where to place you in their lives. So, if you want your friends to trust you and love you for who you are, then share your history with them, whether it is hard or easy. As I said earlier – rather be hated for who you really are than to be loved for who you are not.
Anyway, it’s my history we’re talking about here. So, starting right from the beginning, I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, on the fourteenth of February, 1994. My mother said it was a beautiful evening; the stars were blinking bright with hope and assurance that this new baby boy resting in her arms – me – would be the best thing to happen to her. And, of course, I cannot remember the things she tells me every time I ask her about my birth, because I was, after all, just a newborn baby at that time. Unfortunately, I do not have a fatherly figure in my life – he left my mother searching to and fro for him when she figured she was pregnant, but to her dismay, he was never to be seen again. She loved him – they were planning on marrying, but the realization of a possible and unexpected new life popping up between the two of them scared him off and up to this day he has made no contact with any of us. I still desire to meet him one day, to see what my real father is like.
Five years after my birth, my mother remarried and another baby boy was given to her and my stepfather. We grew up together, Jake and I – we had the best of times, and loved doing things together, like getting into mischief. Mother would always scold us for being bad boys, but the love in her eyes was obvious and she soon gathered the two of us together in a big bundle in her arms and swayed us to sleep. Yes, I was capable of falling asleep in her arms until the age of ten.
But, on the night of seventeen October 2004, she died of kidney cancer. Jake and I were rattled, and so was my stepfather – we were now relying on him to take care of us, and he had to quit his job and find a new half-day job just so that he could be with us after school opened at mid-day. We moved from Louisville to some place in South Africa – yeah, it was a huge adjustment for us, having to shift schools and get used to the new environment.
After the day my mother passed away, the relationship between my brother and I mysteriously faded away; I haven’t heard of or from him in a year’s time. So, yeah. I’m not really willing to tell you much more, though – I ’m afraid I’ll get too emotional. Uhm, yeah. Sorry. Maybe another time, then.”
family members ;; “My mother was Rose, my real father’s name is unknown, my half brother is Jake, my stepfather is Connor.”
relationship status ;; “At the moment, I don’t have a relationship with any girl. I am one hundred percent straight, so I’m not even considering having a relationship with a guy. At the moment I am looking for a girl to be my other half, but I’m sure it won’t happen very soon. So, for now, I’m single.”

likes & dislikes ;; “Ooh, what an easy question. I’ll start by listing my dislikes, and leave the best for last – my likes.

1. First on my list, would be rotten fruit or any food gone stale.
2. Second, people who don’t care about anything or anyone in this world beside themselves.
3. And, last but not least, sarcasm.
Okay, now for my likes!

1. Anything to do with food.
2. Ice cream and other sweet stuff.
3. Being myself.
4. Skateboarding, surfing, singing.
5. Girls.
6. EVERYTHING – other than the things I dislike.
Hmm, if I think of anything else later on, I will let you know. Surely, I will find a girl whom I like, and she will be at the top of my ‘likes’ list.”
anything else ;; “Nope, but it was nice being able to introduce myself to you and stuff. Now, are you willing to be my friend?”

There we go.. The basics are done! Now, I’ll just have to add a few more pictures. :3 }]

[benexo]

ooc; great forms, everyone! <3 so, to start things off, my charrie eve will be at the local skating rink for anyone to rp with! it is saturday, december 8th. sorry my post sucks, no muse D:

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Left, right, left, right. Just keep moving, Eve, it's no different than walking. Don't fall, you'll make a fool out of yourself. With her arms spread out defensively for balance, Eve wobbled around the skating track, her nose just slightly red from the nippy chill. It was her first weekend in Wilshire after moving in, and she decided to take a break from unpacking for once. Her rooms were nearly all set up, thanks to her perseverance. But as it was, Eve was eager for something else to do, especially on a perfect winter afternoon like this one. And what better a way to spend it than go ice skating?

But she was well on her way towards the rink when she remembered one crucial matter. Eve had never gone ice skating before. Somehow, the activity never presented itself during her sixteen years. But she just sucked in a breath, found herself a pair of figure skates, strapped them on, and tip-toed out onto the slippery arena. With one hand gripping the railing for her dear life, the young Italian made her way around, watching a small girl with awe as she flawlessly twirled and spinned with ease.

Eventually, half-walking and half-skating around grew wearying, and Eve retired to one of the petite side tables to rest. She tugged her warm fleece closer and settled in to watch the coming and goings of joyful children, as well as adults, as they laughed and mingled with each other. It seemed the majority of this town already knew one another, unlike Eve, who had not met a single person her age around here except Fynn, who had quickly become one of her closest friends. Most of her time in Wilshire was either spent setting up the house or hanging out with and getting to know Fynn. Perhaps she would soon make some more friends, the brunette hoped as she laced her numb fingers together for warmth.

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"Mooommm!" The currently dark haired girl could hear her little sister in the other room, while she herself was curled up on their sofa with a good book. Sara-Ray lifted her head as her mother walked in the room, Sara's sister trailing behind her. Even as she watched, Wendy continued her whining. "Mom, please can I go to the ice skating rink? Everyone else is going!" At the age of five, Wendy had perfected the art of whining and moping to get her own way (and she was the only one in the family with an American accent), and Sara-Ray knew exactly was about to happen next. Apparently, her mother did too, and Sara-Ray met her exasperated eyes. Silent communication between the pair ended with Sara tucking her bookmark neatly in the book and getting up from the sofa, not speaking until she was standing fully upright.
"I'll take her, you know I've been meaning to check out the ice rink." Sara-Ray spoke softly, until her sister wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. That prompted a laugh out of her, and she leaned down slightly to give her sister a hug. "Now go put your coat on, and I'll get changed." She told her sister, pushing her towards the door to the hall. Seeing her mother mouth her a thank you, Sara just smiled, and followed her sister out the door, but went upstairs rather than to wherever her sister went.

Upstairs in her room, Sara-Ray paused, looking around at the familiar soft blues that were her bedroom walls, and then looked over at her dressing table. Walking over there at a slow pace, she smiled as she looked at the photos that were taped to the mirror - photos of her friends and her back before she moved over to America. Fingering the one that held a photo of her and her best friend - with whom she kept in contact with still, but it wasn't the same - she turned away, moving to her wardrobe and pulling out an outfit and her coat.

Five minutes later, a sports bag in hand and her sister's in the other, Sara-Ray was headed towards the ice rink with her sister. It wasn't a very long walk, and the snow that was around looked really pretty, something Sara knew they didn't have back in England. As she walked she mused whether or not it was a good thing that they moved.
As soon as they reached the ice rink, Wendy saw her friends, and Sara-Ray pulled up the courage to call after her. "Don't be too long!" To which her sister merely raised a hand as she pulled on her ice skates - and then she was on the ice. Even as young as Wendy was, she was good. The girl was already gliding around the ice, past a girl around the age of Sara - she looked a couple of years younger, possibly. Laughing slightly, Sara-Ray pulled her own ice skates on, and she was soon on the ice too - her bag lay under a table, with nothing valuable in. Even so, the ice wasn't exactly like the one in the town over, it was too busy.
It wasn't long after the girl that Sara had noticed earlier got off the ice that Sara got off too (after she had, of course, done a couple of tricks on the ice), and it was with dismay that she realised that the girl was sitting at the table with her stuff. Gulping slightly with nerves, she headed over, and then she was standing next to the girl all too fast. "Ex-excuse me, m-my stuff's there." Sara-Ray managed, pointing to the bag under the table.

[{{ f i a s c o }}]

James Turner


The lights were low as James exited the small cottage he had rented for the winter. Armed with a thermal shirt and jogging tights, Nike Airs and a buff and earmuffs, the young adult proceeded to take his daily run along the small winding paths littered with snow and salt. This routine, which amped up his body and cleared his mind, emptying it of any paranoias, was the true thing that kept him sane during the long winter days. His family had suggested he took a trip up north, and so he had done; they had rented him a house, and James could not complain, really. He had done it more for them than for himself. These days, it seemed he could not find a moment's peace, so, instead, he tried to make others happy where he could not.

The cobbled streets were filled with wandering people, joyous in the Christmas spirit; truly, James couldn't care less for the holiday. THe accident had stolen his memories from him, and, even though he had been filled in upon countless moments, been shown smiling photos and presented relatives, James could no longer identify. He was a stranger in the 'family'; parents that looked at him exasperatedly, a sister that struggled to achieve his friendship, aunts and uncles that whispered behind his back as if he were taboo conversation... Those had been his first and most unpleasant images of life. They wouldn't be replaced, and they hurt; the feeling of letting people down for not being who he was was overwhelming, and James hated it.

However, he had learned to step over such problem and continue, to move away. He found himself most comfortable with, suprisingly, strangers. They knew nothing. He was a new book to them. Such proposition to move to Wilshire had been a relief to him; he wouldn't have to spend hours on end with people that didn't seem to like him.

Having been absorbed in his thoughts, James realized he had arrived at the small town's hall. Panting slightly, the water vapour forming a cloud at the height of his shoulders, he placed his hands on his hips, observing the people glide around jollily, laughing, smiling with a pang of want. He wished he could be oblivious to the exterior world, but alas, it was not meant to be. Popping his music back into his ear, his eyes still on the rink, he continued to jog, only to trip over a chair and almost crash into a table. With reflexes as sharp as a knife he nimbly avoided slamming into the glass surface, but bumped into it's occupant sitting opposite. "I'm - I'm terribly sorry," he pronounced, eyebrows and hands raised in his defence,looking at the girl ( Eve ) he had smashed into. "Are you ok? I - I was distracted. I'm sorry," he asked, stuttering, cheeks flushing in embarrassement. Looking around, it seemed as the girl was already in a convo with another ( Sara-Ray ), and he took a step back, hating to interrupt. "Excuse me," he said, looking down to the ground.

Tagged;; Eve, Sara-Ray

[benexo]

ooc; so sorry try•and•fly and fiasco, but i've gotta go D: really sorry! and hopefully i'll be able to reply soon but i'm travelling tomorrow so i can only hope for the best! you guys can go ahead and rp with anyone else if you like c:

*edit; changed my first post a bit as i'd forgotten a few details. also, my muse was sucky so i promise better posts are coming :3

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british ❖ single ❖ 17 ❖ at the ice rink ❖ tagged; eve [benexo], sara-ray [try and fly], james [fiasco]

Usually Fynn wouldn't go to the ice rink. For one thing, it was full of annoying people that had no regard for personal space. For another, she didn't know if anyone would be there, and if they were, she was pretty sure she wouldn't see them, or vice versa. However, today it was pretty chilly and she didn't really have anything else to do, so she grabbed her black skates, slipped into a pea coat that went over her body-hugging gray sweater and covered some of her skinny jeans, warm boots, wrapped a scarf loosely around her neck and put a beanie on, and set off towards the direction of the rink.

It'll be good to get some exercise, Fynn, and maybe Eve will be there, she silently thought to herself as she made her way across the road. As always, the sidewalks were mostly empty, save for a few shoppers and busy-bodies. The ice rink grew closer, and she could see a bunch of people clustered on the ice, some skating, and some falling, and some just standing on the ice talking. She shook her head in slight irritation - why stand on the ice chatting where you could be bombarded by another human being when you're supposed to be skating? She honestly would not understand the idiotic ways of some people. Soon enough, her sharp silver eyes caught sight of Eve, just coming off the ice. She noticed her friend's cheeks were flushed from the cold and she grinned, happy enough to see that at least one person she knew was here. She waved, and seeing that Eve wouldn't notice as there were quite a few people at the rink today, she called out, "EVE!"

Then, deciding on a whim to just go over and greet her, she started walking, the snow on the ground clinging a bit to her boots and the pair of skates she held clacking against each other with every stride she took. She hesitated a bit when, upon closer inspection, she noticed Eve already engaged in a conversation with another girl she had never met before and another boy had just crashed into her. Fynn rolled her eyes and sighed inwardly. Obviously, bumping idly into someone was an occurrence that did not only happen on the ice. She was now upon them, and she gave a vague smile to the strange girl and turned her razor-colored gaze to Eve, her best friend. "I finally bothered to show up at the rink," she commented dryly, smiling at Eve. She offered another slight smile to the boy and sat down beside her friend, gazing quietly and flicking her eyes in between the two strangers. It was surprising, really. She had been in Wilshire for quite a while now, and yet she didn't know half of the people there. She supposed it was the fact that she was rather anti social and spent most of her time with people she could tolerate, aka Eve and some others.

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Eve Terranova - benexo
James Turner - fiasco
Fynn Hawking - imperialfate

Wondering how the hell she had managed to get into this situation - talking to other people! Sara-Ray doubted that she had ever had a proper conversation with someone in Wilshire, apart from the "could you reach up and grab me that ___ please?" that she found herself saying whenever she was shopping and couldn't reach the top shelf. Mulling over that, it shocked her half to hell when the man ran into the other girl's table, and, on an instinct, she leaped back although it wasn't her who had been ran into.
As he apologised, Sara began to slip away, though she looked at her bag under the table with want - it had a change of clothes in there for Wendy. Even now she could hear her sister's shrieks of laughter on the ice, and with a sigh she returned to her previous position in front of the table. And then another person turned up, who addressed the first girl as Eve. Now, with that information to arm herself, Sara-Ray yet again thought about leaving the bag, but more thoughts of her sister made her linger.
"I'm sorry." Sara found herself almost whispering, and, finding no distraction for her to use to grab her bag, she did so anyway. Even so, she was still in her skates, and it was beginning to get uncomfortable for her. Hesitantly, she slipped into a third chair, and ducked her face under the table to untie her skates. Wondering whether they thought she was rude, she blushed slightly, and continued to work at her laces.

She began to panic. Her hands were cold and she couldn't untie them, and she just wanted to get away from the awkward conversation. Praying for something to come rescue her, Sara closed her eyes and paused in her movements. It seemed like her prayer had been answered as her sister rushed over, and spoke for her. "I wanna go home Ray, everyone else has gone..." The cross voice of Wendy brought a smile to Ray's face, and just her being there seemed to sort of unfreeze her and take her time on the laces. Within moments the laces were undone and in her bag, and her own shoes were on her feet. Silently passing Wendy's coat to her, Sara raised to her full - short - height. "I'm sorry." The girl whispered again, and though she moved to go, it seemed like Wendy had met one of the girls before. "Fynn! I didn't think you came to the ice rink!" The small girl's voice was joyous, and it meant that Sara would have to stay and "talk" some more. Turning back to the group, and being glad that she had her contacts in, Sara-Ray wished the floor would open up and drown her.

{{I hope it's okay that Sara-Ray's little sister knows Fynn? And I'm procrastinating from tidying up, which is why I have a second post up in the space of an hour ._.}}