{❅} —— p o w d e r // full

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ＯＮＥ ＰＬＡＣＥ Ｉ ＣＡＬＬ
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ＡＬＬ Ｉ ＮＥＥＤ ＩＳ ＯＮＥ

age ;; nineteen
skills ;; slopestyle, halfpipe
crush ;; skyler's pretty
location ;; the bus
mood ;; sleepy

tagged ;; spencer, maureen
on the bus

Ｉ ＳＨＯＵＬＤ ＲＥＭＩＮＤ
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xxxxxroussel mustered up a smile as craig pretty much pounced on him once more with a wave of words. it was better than yelling, at least. spencer was really waking roussel up, it wouldn't be long before he was the talkative kid he usually was. "I did have a big party." roussel said proudly, a smile on his face at last. "I wanted to keep it docile, boardgames and punch only. but you know how montreal is, we don't settle for that." he fixed his backwards hat, and shrugged. "ok. I'm lying, I did go to the party with the intention of going out with a bang. you have no room to speak, last time we went out together, you got kicked out because you wet yourself." roussel pointed a finger at his friend. "and as if that wasn't bad enough, the next day we had to cancel our trip to the race track because you came down with the swine flu. we're never going to mexico again. they probably don't even want us there." roussel laughed as he finished his sentence.
xxxxx"it is not lovely if you know what she's saying. I'm so glad you and felix don't speak french." roussel rubbed the back of his neck. "my mother is quite the potty-mouth." he laughed lightly, his slight french accent flowing off of his tongue so easily. "she didn't know I came home at, like, three am. she was soundly asleep, thank god. she hates it when I come home late." roussel shrugged once more. "she hasn't really come to terms with the whole 'roussel is sort-of and adult now' thing, that's what homeschooling does to a parent, I guess."
xxxxxroussel tensed up a bit as margarette was mentioned. and then he began to shake his head as a scoff escaped his lips. "she dumped me." roussel pointed to himself. "I just don't think this is going to work out." roussel twirled his hair with a single finger in a feminine manner as he mocked margarette. he then stood up normally, and shook his head. "it was stupid." roussel sighed, and then placed a hand on his hip. "you know who I saw? kyla." roussel smirked. he didn't mind the girl at all, him and kyla were close. "have fun buddy." roussel patted spencer on the chest with his hand, and then moved along, his luggage following him as he pulled it.
xxxxxroussel placed his bags against the wall, and then took a cup of hot chocolate into his hands. his eyes scanned the crowd for someone, anyone. when he found a girl standing alone, he immediately walked up to her, resting his forearm on her shoulder in a casual manner. "you looked lonely." roussel said casually. he was about to shake her hand, but he realized he was holding hot chocolate. "I was going to shake your hand, but hot chocolate. let's pretend I shook your hand, no one will know. it'll be our secret." he then smiled brightly. "roussel."

[bast,]

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➸ mood neutral
➸ tagged roussel
➸ mood calm / observant

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-----The room slowly filled with the few remaining people as Maureen surveyed the crowd. Most of these people looked like they could beat her up in an instant, so she wasn't entirely motivated to go out and start making new friends. Instead, she moved toward the outer area of the crowd, and held her styrofoam cup of still burning hot chocolate with two hands. She lifted it up to her face, only to smell lightly, feeling the heat of the liquid biting her skin. She blew on the hot chocolate lightly, watching the tiny marshmallows bob up and down, a brown coat of hot chocolate sticking to their sugary surface. She lowered the cup back down away from her face, to keep her eyes from watering any more due to the heat.

Maureen reached an arm around to her back pocket to grab her iPod before realizing she had stuffed it in one of the pockets of her pack before getting off the bus. She groaned lightly. She was looking for her iPod to be a social deterrent, and keep people from talking to her. Now, instead of being the cool looking loner with the music, she was just the creepy girl standing in the corner staring at everybody. To avoid the staring bit, and just stick to "the creepy girl standing in the corner", Maureen looked back down at the marshmallows bobbing up and down restlessly in her cup.

Just as she was about to lift the cup back to her lips to test the temperature once more, she felt an unexpected weight on her shoulder, causing her to jump a few inches up and away. A bit of hot chocolate spilled out of the cup onto the floor, where she scowled slightly before looking up at whoever it was that startled her. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention, I'm normally paying attention." She managed to stammer nervously. Speaking to new people wasn't exactly her strong suit, but she would make due, now that someone had struck up a conversation.

[gia.]

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[little feather]

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A U R O R A C O O P E R
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tagged - nate ; no crush ; feeling - excited, jet lagged, nervous

When Nate walked in and sat next to her Rory. She jumped when he bopped the bottom of her cup and glared at him but with a smile crossing her face. She gulped down the rest of the hot chocolate not minding the scolding hot liquid, her mouth rarely got burnt, she was actually thirteen when it had happened last. It was dinner time and like all dinner times it was world war three at a dinner table, she grabbed a pizza and took a bite will scolding hot cheese burnt her mouth. "Hey." She said, "When your a six foot seventeen year old girl your legs start to hurt after being crammed up against the wall and your baggage. Unlike you who had his feet spread half way across the bus." She shot back to his comment. "And you didn't seemed to be going anywhere soon, just casually skating down the path." She guessed, she loved to skate, don't get her wrong, she had brought her skateboard with her but didn't find it necessary to skate into a snow boarding academy.

It currently sat strapped to her bag at her feet. Looking around she placed her now empty mug at her feet, when she stood up next she would take it back to the table. "So what now? Isn't their supposed to be some kind of orientation?" She asked getting bored quickly. She could get over excitable then when everything finally calmed down she would get extremely bored. "I wonder when we will get to see the slops. I bet they are pretty good for this academy to use them."

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age ;; nineteen
skills ;; slopestyle, halfpipe
crush ;; skyler's pretty
location ;; the lobby
mood ;; sleepy

tagged ;; maureen, mars, sky


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xxxxxroussel immediately cringed, and instinctively grabbed the bottom of her cup to steady it. "am I really that scary?" he said with slight amusement in his voice. he really did not expect to startle her as much as he did. but he had to admit that it was better than her scoffing and turning away as if she were better than him. he was thankful that it wasn't one of those schools. but then again, they taught people how to master the art of snowboarding, not how to invest into a ferrari and a mansion exclusively build on the hollywood hills.
xxxxx"I said my name was roussel." he laughed lightly. now that he had a freehand, he took hers and shook it sternly. "do you have a name? or do you think I'm going to take it and do some weird voodoo thing? because I might." a smile never left his face, he was a friendly guy. roussel pulled his hand back, and stuffed it into the pocket of his coat. "so. where are your friends?you didn't lose them on the bus, did you? friends are kind of like kids sometimes, if you don't keep an eye on them, they wander everywhere." roussel glanced over to felix and spencer, but then returned his gaze to the girl in front of him, eyes focused in interest.
xxxxxhe didn't have much to say, which was strange considering he always had something to say in most situations. he wanted to blame the long trip, but that was such a pathetic excuse. he should be bouncing off the walls by now, he was finally at the school of his dreams. it was a big deal, but for some reason the reality was still setting in. his eyes wandered about the room, and slowly fixed on margarette, not by choice of course. it was like his eyes were forcing him to. she looked good, and for some reason it bothered roussel. his nose wrinkled, and then his eyes jumped over to the girl standing next to margarette. they must've both came from some clan where fierce qualities were required to join. the girl next to margarette definitely looked the part, and roussel knew margarette well enough to know that she had her own agenda, and nobody was getting in the way of it.

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tagged [ felix ]
crush [ felix is a cutie ]
location [ lobby ]
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her tonque was pierced with outstanding heat as she gulped her hot chocalate. she had been temperaily distracted by a boy that was in the exact same situation as her. a situation in which you sat at a table, sipping hot chocalate in a cacoon of awkwardness while others socialized around you. her eyes took their time to study the boy. his hair was a deep brown and quite shaggy. he had a reasonable build, perfect for a snowboarder. he looked incredibly familiar and in the blink of her eye she had used her trusty memory to pinpoint where she knew him from.
it was some random competition, if she recalled correctly Kyla had came in a close second. She had screwed up on one of the jumps and had to downgrade it, which cost her the competition. it was before that, mind you, that the quiet girl had met him. she winced noticably, her nose scrunching up and her right eye squinting so she only had half the vision. Kyla remembered her sour attitude that day. Her attitude was spoiled when Spencer had broken up with her, merely hours before. Spencer wasn't overly horrible about it, although Kyla took it to heart a bit to much and was furious at every little thing for the next couple weeks. She was never the one to mope in bed with tissues by her side and a movie flicking past her sight. Instead, she ended up getting in a fight with a girl at her school, busted her lip quite badly, but it didn't fail to get her anger out. Kyla spent the weeks after the breakup punching pillows and growling at everyone who came within a two meter radius of her. So, obviously, when Felix showed up at the competiton and struck up a light conversation with her, she had snapped. She was sure her teeth were always grinding and her eyes were constantly narrowe that day. She nervously bit the side of her hand as she thought about it. She didn't recall the exact words said to him, but she knew it ended with her kicking snow into his face as she stomped off in her cloud of frustration.

Kyla scanned the room once again. She noticed two people in particular. A boy and a girl. They seemed to be in a argument, but one took with a light heart. She couldn't help but check the boy out, he was, by far, one of the best looking here. She cast him off, though, thinking he must be dating the girl he was so obviously flirting with.
The lonely girl switched her gaze to the boy sitting at the table with his hot chocalate grasped in his hands. She took one last swig of her drink, which had cooled down a fair amount by now, before heaving herself up. The chair scraped against the ground and produced a squeal which made Kyla's face contort in a cringe. She strode over to felix, drink in hand and nervously sat down at the chair beside his. "Hello there," she started, her hand inching up to shake hands before being pushed back down. She was sure shaking hands would be too awkward, even for her. She awkwardly continued her intro to the boy, "I'm not sure if you remember me, but I'm Kyla," she paused, contemplating before adding her last name. "Mundane." She nodded towards him and gave him a shaky, one-sided smile. Kyla desperately hoped he didn't remember her, it would make everything much, much easier. Although, that was probably not the case. How could you not remember someone who was on the verge of punching you in the face for no reason?

[bast,]

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➸ mood neutral
➸ tagged roussel
➸ mood calm / observant

➸ ooc quality of this post might not
be so good, and it probably won't be
very long. i'm exhausted, haha

-----Maureen laughed lightly, looking down at his hand wrapped around the cup. She shifted her gaze back up at him and smiled a little, trying to calm her thunderous heartbeat from the shock. "Nice to meet you. I'm Maureen." She lifted the cup of hot chocolate to her lips, and blew on it a little before taking a sip. When she pulled the cup away, a little chocolate froth covered her upper lip, which she quickly licked off.
-----Her eyes traced over Roussel's features. He was handsome, and his gauges were interesting. Maureen had wanted to get gauges, but her parents had said no. Which was strange, considering how loose they were about everything. She had a naval piercing, for christ sake. Nonetheless, she had lost the interest to get them herself, but still considered them to look nice on others. Roussel also seemed to be a little cocky, but at the thought of this, Maureen chose to move onto other things in her mind. She had been working on her habit to judge others, and so far, it had been going good. But the tendency was hardwired in by now, and she would have plenty of practice to drive it out around so many new people.
-----At the mention of friends, Maureen looked back down at her cup once more. After studying the marshmallows for a few moments, she looked back up into Roussels eyes. "I don't have any friends here, actually. None of my friends got accepted, and I never went to any competitions that were more than an hours drive away. I'm from Traverse City, Michigan." She said, a little quietly. It took her a moment to realize that Roussel might not know what that is, so she lifted up her hand into the shape of a mitten, and pointed to the top of her pinky finger. "Riiight...there." she giggled softly, trying her best not to spill her hot chocolate as she pointed.
"Where are you from?" Her voice dropping slightly as she noticed him looking off at two other girls. She had seen them on the bus, but had made no effort to try and speak with them. She was much more content with her two solid hours of iPod time. "Do you know them?"-----

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┏──── ｇｏｏｄｂｙｅ ｔｏ ｓｌｅｅｐ ────┓
if life is a test
I get b a d marks
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location ;; the bus, the lobby
feeling ;; anxious and excited
tagged ;; roussel

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xxxxxfelix's bright blue eyes looked around the lobby in interest. when he first walked in here, it was quiet. the only sound that was heard was the quiet chatter of what he guessed were the instructors, but now the room filled with laughs, exclamations, and everything inbetween. he often heard roussel's distinct laugh. he was probably chatting everyone up, it was a skill of his.
xxxxxalthough felix was alone at this table, he wasn't lonely. it was nice to have time to think. it's not like he had anything deeply serious to think about, but some alone time inside his head was overdue. the only thing that bothered him was the surprisingly overwhelming feeling of silence. it was almost crippling. so he had shoved an ear bud into his right ear quite sometime ago. his head lightly bobbed to the music with his eyes closed.
xxxxxbefore he knew it, he was no longer alone. he felt the presence of someone, and he heard the voice of the same person reach out to pull him out of the world he found himself in. felix pulled the ear bud out of his ear, and opened his eyes with a calm look on his face. immediately, the calm face became tense. his mouth formed a fine line, and his eyebrows inched closer together.
xxxxx"hi." he said quietly. "I remember you." he sighed, nodding his head slowly. "did you come here to kick some more snow in my face, because I'm not really feeling it today." maybe it was a little harsh to say, but their last confrontation was harsh. he was nothing but nice to her, he was just trying to have a conversation with her, and she acted the way she did.

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MISS SKYLER IRINA PIERCE - A.K.A SKY

ＳＫＩＬＬ: halfpipe
ＣＲＵＳＨ: bit on roussel
ＦＲＩＥＮＤＳ: mars, kyla, spencer
ＥＮＥＭＩＥＳ: nate
ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ: the lobby
ＭＯＯＤ: frustrated
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skyler took the cup of hot chocolate from margarette, offering up a look of gratitude in return. it burned to the touch, but that didn't stop her from taking a heated sip. she much more preferred her mother's homemade hot chocolate over the packaged kind, no matter how good it tastes. "i'll be fine. bit sore, extremely pissed, but fine," she said with a strained laugh. her eyes wandered over to the posted list, just to double check that what mars was saying was true. her face brightened ever so slightly and her smile became much more genuine. the room assignments were something she had been a little anxious over with her undying habit of making enemies before she could blink.

"seriously? how lucky is that!" she mused, grinning in margarette's direction. "i was afraid i'd get stuck with someone who hated my guts from a previous competition," the brunette admitted. sky brought of cup of hot chocolate to her lips again, allowing herself to relax for the first time since she had arrived. the incident on the bus had her tense, as if she was expecting something like that to happen again. she wasn't sure what they were suppose to do until the coaches started the orientation, so she let her gaze follow the figures who were littered around the room. nobody stuck out immediately, which was either a good or bad sign. skyler had yet to decide if she wanted to meet new people or if she was going to stick with margarette for the duration of the trip. kyla, an old friend of hers was conversing with a boy she vaguely recognized. even with her casual disinterest with her new peers, she did however, happen to notice a boy and a girl that were standing off a ways looking directly at them. it was uncomfortable, but sky still couldn't help but feel a little unconscious. she wrapped her arms tightly around her waist and turned back to mars, hoping to spark a new conversation. "have you seen anyone you recognize?" the russian asked her companion curiously.

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it ain't the speakers that bump hearts
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location ;; the lobby
feeling ;; sore, sleepy
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xxxxx"yeah, okay bud. I guess I'll see you later. don't get into trouble." spencer said as roussel walked away. "spency loves you!" spencer called loudly as roussel continued to walk in a baby-talking voice. he waved his hand obnoxiously, and then turned around to look for his brother. he hoped his brother saved a seat for him, it seemed like a thing felix would do. when spencer spotted his brother, he immediately noticed that his brother did, in fact, save him a seat.
xxxxxfor a moment, spencer admired his brother's kindness, and then his eyes trailed down to spot the girl sitting next to felix. he stopped right in his tracks, and cringed just a bit. kyla had cornered his brother, thus making the table a no-zone for spencer. it wasn't like he hated her, it was just that post-break up encounters were the worst, and he just wasn't in the mood to take on that encounter ever.
xxxxxspencer turned around, and found a separate place to sit. it had a good view, was empty, and was generally clean. that was all spencer asked for at this very moment. spencer folded his arms, and planted his feet far apart on the ground. he leaned back into his chair, and eyed a male and female as they gathered a few things, and then promptly walked up to the microphone with dignity in their step.
xxxxx"good afternoon, students. I'm so glad you all made it here in one piece. we're so sorry for the long bus ride, but it's necessary in order to get to whistler." the woman was young, perhaps twenty three, maybe twenty four. she had dirty blonde wavy hair that was covered with a maroon beanie, and she had very long legs. her bright blue eyes were welcoming, and they matched her smile perfectly. like the rest of the staff, she wore a red sweater with the windells logo off on the right side. over that sweater, she wore a basic gray snowboarding coat, but instead of the windells logo, it plainly spelled out windells in all caps. she still wore her goggles on her forehead, and her showboarding boots on her feet. there were snowflakes in her hair, and her cheeks were rosey. she probably just got off the mountain. she had that look about her.
xxxxx"my name is rosalee, but people around here call me coach masters. this guy right here is michael, call him coach taylor." rosalee gestured a hand to the male standing beside her. he nodded as she mentioned him. he had wide shoulders, and his stance was just as wide. his hands were behind his back, and his jawline was just as defined as his cheekbones. his eyes were a plain brown color that matched his hair that was not covered by a beanie. spencer noticed the beanie was hanging out of his pocket. michael looked a bit older than rosalee, perhaps twenty six, or twenty seven. he wore the same sweater as rosalee, but no coat. there were no snowflakes in his hair, and his skin was the same color on his face. he hadn't just gotten off the mountain.
xxxxx"we're going to be your coaches this school year." she smiled very cheerfully. "if you haven't noticed already, we have divided you all into two different teams. team one, the team I will be coaching, consists of felix armstrong, skyler pierce, roussel desruisseaux, aurora rowan, and heyden clark. team two, the team coach taylor will be coaching, consists of margarette blanchard, nathan russell, maureen mills, spencer armstrong, and kyla mundane. we hope you've already checked the rooming arrangements, because your room mate is on the opposite team. we do not condone pesky rivalries here at windells."
xxxxxit was clear to see that rosalee had all of the talking under control. she didn't step away from the mic, and michael just stood there, nodding. "dorm rules are posted in the hallways, get to know them, and worship them, because any broken rules means toilet duty." she smiled a bit, almost as if she, herself, had gotten toilet duty before. "in your dorms, you'll notice that we left you all laptops, courtesy of apple. this will be for all of your school work which has been pre-loaded onto all of your computers, and will become available when it is assigned. along with your laptop, you'll find a binder with your name on it. this will be to record your progress throughout your time here. but that's not it. you'll also find a sticker of windells' logo, your season pass for whistler mountain, and your student i.d. from now on, please consider windells your sponsor, we're here for you." rosalee paused, and placed a hand on her hip. "if you have any questions, feel free to ask me, michael, or anyone else who is a part of the staff. we are always happy to help." she stepped away from the mic, saluting. "over and out, troops." she said before stepping to the side to grab her snowboard.
xxxxxmichael then stepped forward, which was a littler surprising. "go ahead and head up to your rooms, dinner is in a half an hour. and after dinner, meet down by the lifts for your first ride here. we have a surprise for you later." he nodded, and then walked away with rosalee. spencer immediately noticed the two laugh and exchange words, they must have been close.