❉ in the w i n t e r - air. ❉

[karkadorr]

{{ well, Fynn is more of an introvert, but for the sake of moving the roleplay along she'll invite all of them to her place }}

✒ ғ y ɴ ɴ.

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

Fynn looked fondly at Eve, the girl who had finally changed her outlook on life and convinced her indirectly to go outside and live a little. Even though Eve was sixteen and Fynn was seventeen, age didn't hinder their close friendship. They had a strong mutual trust and Fynn intended to keep it - none of the imbeciles in the town (she used the term very lightly so if she had ever called someone in Wilshire an imbecile, it was not to be taken lightly, as was commonly known among the townspeople) would ever make her lie to Eve or betray her secrets. She would sooner die of starvation.

Eventually, as she had predicted to herself, the conversation between all the awkward teenagers started to die and dwindle down, people soon running out of words to say. Sighing, she knew that it would soon become an awkward silence, and Sara-Ray would probably start blushing until she became as pink as the cotton candy the people at the ice-rink sometimes sold, James would fall into a silence, and whatever. She shook her head to herself in disdain, but it didn't show in her expression so she sighed loudly, looked at Eve as if to say, I might as well do it, and she knew Eve would know what she was thinking about. Obviously, when anything became awkward with teenagers, someone had to step up and invite people over or something along those lines. Apparently, in this particular situation, even though Fynn was more introverted than extroverted, she decided to step up for the sake of her memory of being a new person to Wilshire.

"Would you all care to come over to my place for a little while to just get to know one another?" she asked with a commanding voice, heavy with her British accent. Fynn brushed her golden brown hair out of her eyes and gazed expectantly. She knew Eve would come, definitely, but she wasn't too sure about the more shy, stammering ones. Like Sara-Ray or James. It wasn't that Fynn was annoyed with them for being who they were, but she was rather irritated at the fact that they couldn't communicate properly with others. Well she couldn't judge, and so she reprimanded herself silently. Fynn was quite anti-social as well, but when she wanted to speak it was said clearly and heavily. Although she did have some sympathy for the newbies. However much Fynn may seem like a cruel, sharp person who didn't really have empathy for other human beings other than Eve, she always knew what others would feel like, and so she balanced out her sometimes-harsh judgements with sympathy.

[sunflower.]

Ohmygosh.. I'm sorry, people. Could you please give me a recap? c: }]

[diamonds;;]

(( basically, everyone is at the ice rink, everyone apart from Brandon and Skye are skating and talking, and I believe Fynn has invited them to come to her house to get to know each other.. ))

[eden .]

>> sorry for not posting ><
>> the party would be a good idea for interaction, but halim isn't one to invite random people |:

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Halim gave the girl-named-Eve a friendly smile as he took the ten dollar bill from her. He realized that he'd forgotten to account for the little girl that was running around. Well, it was only an extra two dollars, and he wasn't even paying for most of them. He would just pay for it himself.

He left the group to buy the hot chocolates, greeting the vendor and asking for six of them. Twelve dollars exactly-plus tax, but that was to be expected. Halim paid for the group and returned to them sitting around a table and chatting about inconsequential and somewhat boring things. Halim never did like small talk. It struck him as rather bland.

"Here they are," he announced as he took a free seat on the-girl-named-Fynn's side. He sipped on his hot chocolate and quietly thought to himself how this was way too sweet [not that he liked sweet things in the first place]. He listened to the conversation him came in the middle of and asked, "Are we talking about how long we've lived here?" Halim was considering whether he wanted to answer or not. It wasn't like it was a painful recollection, but he didn't want to talk about himself--ever--but much less so with a group of strangers. He would go his usual strategy, he decided, and would avoid answering unless unavoidable [without being incredibly rude, because Halim didn't like snubbing, either].

Halim blinked in mild surprise as Fynn, who had struck him as somewhat of an inward character, invited all of them to her house. It seemed like a sudden leap from sharing casual conversation over hot chocolate. Halim waited, however, to see who else would be going. He expected her friend Eve would go, but he wasn't the sort of person to fill up silence with conversation, so if he went with only two other people, the entire gathering would end badly.

[sunflower.]

Hmm, okay.. Is there anywhere I can jump in? Sorry for the inconvenience; I was on holiday for the festive season. Oh, and merry Christmas to you all. c: }]

[diamonds;;]

(( you can jump in with Skye! Skye is currently on a bench talking to Brandon, but the bench is next to the Ice rink ))

[benexo]

ooc; really good idea, fiasco. this rp has been moving kind of slow so that's perfect c:
i'll post in a little bit but i'll also be trying to think out some plot twists for this rp. if you have any ideas, please pm me!

[eve-tastic]

Username: eve-tastic.
Character Name: Emile-Pierce McSwag Green.
Age: Seventeen.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Height: 6' 3"
Build: Lanky.
Personality: Emile is a pretty nice guy, all told. There is a caveat; he's very nice guy if you can get past his rather dry sense of humor, unconcious pretentiousness, etc. He's got a pretty dry, droll sense of humor and wit, and he can often be somewhat pretentious-seeming, due to the fact that he's often found with a bit of a smirk on his face. This can also lead to him being apathetic, cynical and sarcastic. Despite all of these negative - well, depending on who you are - traits, he's not really one to push people away consciously; he likes making friends as much as the next guy, but occasionally it just.... well, happens, if you would believe that. Seriously, though, he's quite sweet, and it's quite easy to dig down to that once you're past his smirk and apathy and... blatant snarkiness. Yep. Also quite the charmer, he's prone to bring roses and such to girlfriends, who he falls hard for, though he does his best to not show it behind an aura of macho-man. And yeah, he honestly is quite book-smart as well as street-smart - it's not all a big, fat, phony, front.
Appearance: Emile is quite tall, standing at 6' 3"... and even with a few inches left to grow. He's lanky and lacks too much muscle - his biceps are decent, and his stomach is flat, but beyond that you can't say that his muscles are the most defined of them all. His skin is pale enough to look almost vamiprish and "sparkly in the sun", but it works decently enough on him, because his skin tone keeps him from looking sickly or green as can often be the case with those who are pale. His eyelashes are girlishy long and thick and frame brilliant blue eyes, arguably his best feature next to his sharp, high and frankly stunning cheekbones. His hair is thick and soft and curly, as well as often tousled, reminding one of a baby. Or a puppy. Either works.
When it comes to dress, Emile-Pierce favors Fairisle and stripes/pinstripes, as well as solid colors. It can't be said that he's fond of plaid, though. His also happens to like vests, v-necks, slacks, skinny jeans, and a whole manner of other things that keep him from really blending in with the crowd. When it comes to shoes, he tends to wear either his favorite boots or a pair of pale gray Vans. When it comes to outerwear, he owns a peacoat that is not nearly warm enough to play in the snow in, but is too lazy and teenage-boy to go out and be sensible and buy himself a warmer coat.
History/Background: Emile-PIerce was born in Paris, France on one of his parent's trips. Because of that, he is technically a French citizen, but he can only speak English - hey, you can't ask for the total package, you know!. He has two sisters - an older sister, and a younger sister - and an older brother. He and his family live in New York, New York, and he attends a highly exclusive magnet school there for English and Drama, though he also does a bunch of tech stuff. His father is a doctor who moved to the U.S.A. from Russia when he was thirteen, and his mother was a chef before she married his father. He's in Whilsire visiting his grandmother at the moment, which is why he's in town. However, chances are that he will be returning to New York shortly before winter break ends.
Love Life: No-one yet!
Room Number: Two, por favor.
Other: "jingle bells" - and all credit goes to tujours. for the form and a girl is coming soon!

[eden .]

>> I guess you could go classic girl romance manga and have them get snowed in at the party? =3=

[benexo]

ooc; hahaha that's actually a brilliant idea! cx
also to everyone ; i encourage you to create relationships amongst yourselves c: perhaps your character isn't fond of _____, perhaps so-and-so is your character's ex, etc. it's a little late for some of us, since we've introduced our charries as strangers, but if you haven't yet roleplayed with someone on here, maybe you could sort something out with them c;