ωιηтєя вяєєzєѕ {Drama RP~Semi Lit}

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Figure skates contain a pick, located at the front of the figure skate, if someone were to get it jabbed into the ice on accident and without enough reaction time or balance, they would fall. So, while finishing up the end of the routine, Brittany had began to do some circles. "Uh!" A breath escaped her wide mouth as she almost toppled over onto the frozen water that spread out beneath her, but she caught herself before she could experience the unwanted contact with the ice.
Once all balance was regained, Brittany turned with a sharp glare in her light brown eyes. She hated looking like a fool next to what now seemed to be another skater.
"Yes, of course I'm okay." Brittany answered, choking all the frustration that could have flooded into her sharp reply. Of course, she didn't want to offend who she now recognised as L, she lightened her glare that weighed heavily on L, and replaced it with a calmer more absent stare, that soon drifted towards the trees at the edge of the lake.
Of course, just like her once-peaceful figure skating session, this moment was disturbed.
Brittany's eye's wandered from the trees at the edge of the lake to Tamesis, pushing away some laughter when he slipped a little. It would have been rude to laugh, as she had taken her fair share of tumbles within the hours of gliding across the once-alive and running lake.
Before Brittany could reply, L opened her mouth, letting out a few warm words. Brittany wondered how people could just be naturally social and kind. It confused her slightly, and also made her feel out of it and a little melodramatic. But, Brittany let the two continue on, her eyes following Tamesis' gaze towards the thinner layer of ice, which brought the thought of Orca Whales to mind, a small smile playing on her lips. She loved Ocras.
Looking back, she swerved a bit, brushing some of the purple hair back behind her ears, which were a little red at the tips, the same colour of red that washed of her cheeks.

Word Count: 354
Notes: Somewhat of a writer's block, not really. Not enough descriptive words.

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//Chayse Dyre Hunter//

Looking up absent-minded from her work, Chayse watched the skaters on the ice rather happily. If she wasn't clumsy, she would also be out there. Her eyes soon preyed to the side, into the woods - or close-by, where she saw a few figures standing there and talking to each-other. She bit her lip, knowing that the last thing she wanted this Winter was to be alone. She soon made up her mind, snapping her text-books shut and slipping them in her bag, along with her now empty mug. Then she swung it over her shoulder and made her way towards them, being careful where she stepped. It wasn't easy being uncoordinated. Especially in an environment like this. The figures in front of her were closer now as she drew closer with every step. Her mind did a little mental check over and she soon recognized who they were. She drew nearer until she was only about 5 meter's away. Chayse stopped near them, her hands in her pockets. "Hi," She said, rather shyly. A lock of brown hair fell in front of her eyes and she flicked her head swiftly, removing it in one quick movement. Her slender figure stood straight, with her legs together and her hands comfortably warm in her jacket, a poise that she often had a habit of doing. "You must be Damien, Julia and Morgan; yes? I'm Chayse." She was thankful that at least these people were off the ice, otherwise she would have had to gather up the courage to get her mothers pair of skates from back home and attempt to glide gracefully over the ice. Of course though, it would never be glidding and it would be far from graceful.

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{{Hey all. I plan to make a post within the next two days. Sorry I haven't posted before, I've been incredibly busy with studying, working at the pub and last minute Christmas arrangements. It's a mad time, but I know exactly what I'm going to post. I would post it now, but im on my iPod and I have lost my posts too many times to count, so I would rather be safe and do it on the computer :3}}

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I'll be posting later tonight all! CPR! Sorry I haven't posted, what with Christmas being so hectic. I promise to get ontop of it! <3
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.:Tamesis Daniel Williams:.
Tamesis grinned as L talked. "Upload it on the internet, you'd be famous." He chuckled, his hands in his pockets and his feet set apart so he wouldn't slip again. He cherished his video camera, as he found that it helped him learn what he was doing wrong, helped him improve. Indeed, his balance was a lot better now that he could see where he needed to move his body. It was old and battered, and while he was in need of a new one, he had always found himself rather attached to it. Given to him by his late grandfather, he had first used it when he was only eight years old. He had filmed himself on his bicycle. Although it did end in a crash, he wasn't so good at riding one handed back then, it had been helpful and rather amusing. He took it out nearly everyday, filming everything from walking down the path, stuffing the camera in Morgans face to film her reaction, done several times a week, to free running which involved him messing around on the towns playground. It was surprisingly close to him.
He followed L's gaze, and broke into a grin. "I'm thinking of going for a swim later" he said confidently, his green eyes narrowed with boyish excitement. "You should try it sometime, it's one hell of a buzz." He grinned, green eyes sparkling. He had first learnt of ice diving from a television show, and had gone out the very day. Not one of the best experiences, as he went alone without a change of clothes or a thermal or heated blanket. So when the time came for him to get out of the water, he was stuck. Blue in the face, dripping wet, shivering violently, a local had seen him emerge from the water and had taken him to the hospital incase he had caught pneumonia. He was very lucky that day, and he had learnt a very valuable lession. Research is key.
"Figure skating? Me? Noooo" he slipped his hands out of his pockets and raised them in the air as if surrendering. "I can't see myself prancing around on the ice, no offense" he laughed, shaking his head.

{{Darn you Tamesis! Why can't your posts grow or be as nice as Morgans?!?!}}

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.:Mogan Eva Williams:.
Morgan shifted her eyes to Julia as she began talking. She didn't know much about the woman, though it wasn't anybodies fault but Morgans. Since when her mother was diagnosed, Morgan had cut herself away from other people. Staying in was the new going out for Morgan. She didn't mind though. She didn't know what it was like to go out and hang around with friends, since it had been years since she had last had a group of friends. Her fist tightened convulsively from within her coat pocket, feeling a slight twinge of jealousy. Julia seemed so open, popular. For Morgan, Julia seemed to be emmiting an aura of confidence that Morgan lacked so much. Julia could speak of her problems, while Morgan bottled them up. The wine cellar would be filled a hundred fold, thought Morgan to herself, just as Julia came to how her house smelt like booze. There it was again, how easy was it for her to just speak of her problems? If only Morgan could confront Tamesis, tell him to come back to reality. She sighed inwardly. If Julia was in Morgans shoes, then maybe everything would be different. Maybe Tamesis would be helping to look after their mother, maybe she, the Julia/Morgan woman would be able to go out, build up a new life.
Morgan snapped back to reality as she absorbed the important part of Julias statement. She didn't know much about their family, but from what she had heard from Tamesis was that Julia's mother was a heavy drinker. "It's good to get out, isn't it? Away from it all" Morgans voice trailed off. Very few people knew about hers and Tamesis's mother, Rose, and Morgan wanted to keep it that way. She didn't want sympathy, she could cope perfectly fine by herself.
Morgan looked over at Damien, the usual flutter in her stomach. Stupid butterflys she thought, her face remaining composed. It was something she had mastered, the ability to lie, physically and vocally. She could laugh, but be crying on the inside. She fleetingly thought of a day in October. Her mother ha taken a turn for the worse, she had had an argument with Tamesis, and everything was just falling apart. She had had tests the next day, there was no food in the house, the bills needed paying, they were dangerously low on funds, and Tamesis had left her to cope on her own. She had carried on. She always carries on. The day after, despite staying up the whole night with her mother, literally, and being guilt tripped into leaving for school by Rose herself, she left for school and spent the whole day acting as normal, despite her yearning heart to be at home, watching over Rose, making sure she wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. Not one tear had fallen that day. Not one.
"I've just been around. Nothing much really-" she broke off, letting him speak. Her green eyes watched him from behind her dark eyelashes, though they widened with shock as she heard the last word. She looked away immediately, the butterflies rising to her throat. "I'm not-" she said softly to the ground. Did he think... No, he couldn't. She was just...Morgan. She wasn't good-looking, not enough for Damiens standards anyway. She remembered sneaking small envious glances at his last girlfriend. She really was something. Feeling at a complete loss as to what to say, she opened her mouth, raised her head as if to talk, and then backed out, her eyes returning to the snow covered ground.