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Post by { A D D I E donavan on Jan 22, 2008 19:09:25 GMT -5
So long ; my L U C K L E S S ; romance ;Addison Marie had woken up that morning and realized once she stepped outside that she missed New York City. Everyone in Miami kept saying it was so cold and she wanted to yell at them. It was not cold. It was 60 degrees, cold is when you're sneezing iceicles. She decided that she missed real cold weather so she put on some sweats and a t-shirt and a hat over her unruly mop of bright red hair and drove herself down to the ice skating rink. Sadly, this was as close to snow as she would be getting this year. She threw her skates from New York and a package of instant hot chocolate into a bag, along with her cell phone and her iPod. She wished there was such a thing as a portable piano. Then again, she would probably never put it down if there was. When she had reached the skating rink, it was free skate, but there was no one inside the rink. She paid to get it, $7.50, and put her skates on as she sat on a bench. She had two hours all to herself, and no one would show up most likely because it was a weekday. She had used her senior privelage to skip economics, and then spend that period as well as lunch at the rink. Man, being a senior was good! Once she had wrestled the skates onto her small feet, she got up and pushed most of her hair into her hat. It probably wouldn't stay. She walked over to the doors to the actual rink and opened them. They were heavy but her mind wasn't on that, it was on the fact that she should have brought a jacket. Oh well, too late now. She took one step out and glided out onto the smooth ice. She had loved to ice skate when she lived up north so she was a pro at it. She began to just go around in small circles. It was like dancing, really, except just gliding and spinning required less muscle power. She glided along and her eyes closed themselves. She didn't remember where she was for a moment and a slow, emotional melody floated out of her mouth...
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Post by jay on Jan 23, 2008 2:42:59 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
A few guilty pleasures earned a man his ‘me time’ and this was defiantly one of Jay’s. He flicked the cigarette he’d quickly devoured after dismounting his motorbike into the bushes surrounding the building and went in. He went over to the over-head viewing area, and watched the single girl skating for a while. He smiled, and went downstairs to join her. Secretly hoping she wasn’t from Watson and wouldn’t recognize the fearsome Canvas, but only an interesting young man, he stepped out onto the ice. Unfortunately, unlike this red-headed New-Yorker he wasn’t very adept at skating, and had only just managed to learn how to turn a small circle. Other than that he just went round and round the edge, aimlessly thinking up lyrics in his head. Hardly any of them got written down, but when they did they always had the sort of slow rhythm ice skating seemed to have.
He pushed off cautiously, and glided slowly down one of the long sides of the ring, watching the girl out of the corner of his eye. He was still wearing his biking leathers, and they were a bit too heavy and thick, so on the first circuit he got off the ice again, and went to put his jacket in the locker with his shoes. He pondered going back, he’d heard the girl sing, and she really was quite pretty. But what about Holly? Were they back together now or what? He wasn’t sure, but it wouldn’t hurt getting the red-head’s number. Tottering back to the ice, he got back on carefully and started skating round a little faster than before, glancing up at her every now and then. Jay always skipped classes, even if he hadn’t earned the privilege. The only lesion he was officially allowed to miss was PE, but Jay couldn’t care less.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by { A D D I E donavan on Jan 23, 2008 16:21:52 GMT -5
As Addie continued to skate around, she continued singing. Becoming louder, quite a gradual crescendo, and just gliding around with her eyes remaining closed. She continued to sing the same song, repeating it when it should have ended. She had her eyes closed, and her ears filled with music, so even if someone had entered she wouldn't have known it. She wasn't really concerned though, no one would be here. She began to slow down and so she pushed her toe pick against the hard, cold ice and pushed herself off again, she hit a rut where the skates had already carved out some of the ice, and her skate's blade began to turn. She brushed it off, no big deal this used to happen all the time. She played it off, making the accidental rotation turn itself into a pirouette, but not quite. Pirouette was in ballet, not in figure skating, as far as she knew.
She must have turned on her one foot, with the other up in coupe, for 5 rotations before her back began to flatten and she collapsed in on herself. She didn't fall, she had just bent her body. She decided to see if she could continue turning in aroubesque. She slowly raised her leg up behind her, as she streched her torso out. She had done it. She made, maybe, 3 rotations like this before she began to lose speed. She was going down and she knew it. She turned her foot just enough to dig her toe pick into the ice again, but her skate had a different idea. It caught itself in the rut again but this time she didn't have enough balance to keep for tumbling down. She made sure to put her hands behind her so she wouldn't land on her tush. She landed on the chilly ice with a loud thud, and a face of abseloute displeasure. She picked up her hands and held them up. Oh that's just fantastic, one was split all the way from the space between her middle and ring fingers to the first joint of her thumb. The left one was begining to look a little purple, bruised, but skin always looks purple after it hits the ice, it's the effect the ice has on it. She was more concerned about the right hand, which was now bleeding profusely.
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Post by jay on Jan 24, 2008 8:16:11 GMT -5
Watching with great interest as the girl span on her blades, Jay slowly edged closer with each circuit. He rubbed his hands together, breathing slowly in and out, breath misting around his nose and mouth. The ice was no longer flawless as it was when he’d first stepped out, but was now scarred with ruts carved from the slick surface by the blades of their boots. He smirked as she did some complicated skating move he couldn’t quite understand the difficulty of and slowed to watch. However, as it progressed it became apparent that it was not going to end well. Seeing her fall, he hesitated, was she hurt?
The sight of bloody stains on the ice removed all hesitation, and he skated over as fast as his limited ability would allow. He dug in his toe picks, careful not to over balance, and knelt down next to her.
“Are you alright? Is it bad?” his slightly rough voice was laced with concern, and his eyes widened in a flash of recognition.
“Hey, I know you! You’re Addie from Maths, right?” he asked, carefully standing up again and reaching out a hand to help her up. He smiled kindly at her, his stomach clenched nervously. How could he have not recognized the brilliant red hair and striking face?
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Post by { A D D I E donavan on Jan 24, 2008 13:48:28 GMT -5
Addie couldn't stand blood, it scared the crap out of her, so she naturally winced when she looked down at her hands. The other one was steadily becoming more and more purple by the second. That wasn't good, at all. How would she play piano with two fxcked up hands?! This was great, she had a piano recital with her class of little kindergarden kids that she taught piano to in 4 days. How would she help them rehearse? On other words, she was totally screwed. She looked at her hands one more time and began to feel a little sick to her stomach. She was flexible, but incredibly weak. She tore her gaze away from them and redirected it upwards, since she had just felt the 'snow' of stopping skates hit her thigh.
Her eyes met with those of a farmiliar looking boy. He spoke and she couldn't help but smile. She thought he was going to laugh at her, but he had sounded genuine and concerned about her well-being. It was refreshing... She shook her head, still feeling sick. "The bleeding one is stinging..." She muttered. "And yeah, I think we have math together. I'm not sure. I'm Addie..." She said, her voice faltering once or twice. She saw him reach out his hand and stuck the bruised on in it. His hand was warm... He pulled her up and she swollowed hard to keep from whimering at the pain that came to her bruised hand from it being squeezed by a hand that was... well, bigger. She got back on her feet and almost tripped again.
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Post by jay on Jan 24, 2008 14:02:38 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
Jay suddenly had a sinking feeling in his stomach, a bit like the time he’d paddled out into the middle of a lake in a kayak then lost his paddle. He wasn’t a very tactful person when it came to being friendly to others, and as he helped her up his stomach churned as it seemed to cause her discomfort. Staring at the bruising hand for a moment, he shook himself mentally, and opened his mouth, forming his words carefully.
“Errm…I’m Jay. Uh…” he trailed off. Now what? Now that he was occupied in a conversation with her, he felt a little trapped and felt himself become a little irritable. The problem with people was you couldn’t just walk away whenever you liked. He clenched his fists nervously, and studied his tattoos for a moment, staring down at his arms that he’d subconsciously folded across his body.
When she tripped again, he let out a strangled gasp, and he reached out to catch her, nearly knocking himself down in the process. When he realized that she wasn’t going to fall, a blush flew to his cheeks and he brought his arm back across his body, scratching the back of his neck with the other hand.
“Uh…Do you want to … I dunno…Get a coffee?” he stumbled over his words awkwardly, smiling stiffly. ‘Oh great. I’ll have to think of something to say now!’ he complained to himself, and sighed softly.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by { A D D I E donavan on Jan 24, 2008 14:08:51 GMT -5
Addie nodded as he introduced himself, so that was his name. She thought it was something like that. She just looked at him until she had wobbled. He had reacted as if she was about to drop a fragile, priceless object. He lunged for her, most likely to catch her. His hand grazed her hip lightly and she shyed away from the contact between them. She regained her balance and just looked over at him, he looked quite aggravated and annoyed. He asked if she wanted to go for coffee and she couldn't help but laugh at him. She shook her head condesendingly. "You don't really sound like you want to go anywhere with me. I wouldn't want to waste your time." She stopped, siping her make-up-les eye with her wrist.
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Post by jay on Jan 27, 2008 3:22:59 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
His heart sank, and he frowned slightly. Why did he always come across as reluctant?
“No, I do, really. I just have a habit of coming across unenthusiastic,” he grinned sheepishly, and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He had noticed her shy away when he accidentally touched her waist, and he wondered if she was scared of him. Jay really wouldn’t be surprised, after all the rumors that were going around about him at the moment. Grinning in his lopsided way, he decided to turn it into a joke,
“Or are you just scared of getting coffee with the fearsome Canvas?” he asked slyly, crossing his arms over his body more for his own comfort than to appear menacing - but no one can really tell the difference.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by { A D D I E donavan on Feb 1, 2008 18:40:46 GMT -5
Jay frowned and spoke, Addie wasn't really listening. She caught about two words of what he said as her hand bled more, dripping onto the ice a little bit as it continued to sting. He scratched his head and she thought of the song she had been singing and how much she wanted to finish it eventually... He grinned and she snapped back, listening to him now. He talked and her face changed, a combonation of defiance and confusion. He tried to act all tough, people like that always seemed so fake to her, she knew all they needed was a little music. She shook her head at him. "I'm not scared of you. I'm not scared of anything." That was a lie, she was scared of her family dying, she was scared of being raped and she was scared of the dark. But she abseloutly was not scared of Jay Farr. He crossed his arms and she wanted to leave, slightly. She didn't, though. She just looked up at him, confidence beaming from her eyes. She wasn't scared of him...
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Post by jay on Feb 2, 2008 2:34:44 GMT -5
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And I'm contemplating suicide[/i]
He laughed, and seemed to relax slightly, his eyes twinkled playfully.
“Alright…We might want to get you cleaned up first, that looks nasty,” he nodded to the blood dripping onto the ice. It was starting to make him feel a bit nauseous. He looked anywhere but the cut and the blood - reminding him of something he’d rather keep buried deep in the back of his memory - the ceiling, the over head viewing area, the door into the rink, her face. Looking away quickly, he stared at his feet; his calves were starting to burn from balancing on the narrow blades for so long.
[/blockquote] ‘cause I'm losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
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Post by { L I A M bradenton on Feb 7, 2008 17:42:32 GMT -5
Addie saw Jay realax, you could feel it in the atmosphere. He spoke and she laughed a little. She nodded, the pain in her hands becoming less noticable, a little more dulled. Nonetheless, they dripped and the manager of the rink would probably be mad at her but she didn't mind. It, after all, was an accident. "Could you, this is starting to hurt really bad." She said, her stomach also queazy from the sight of the cuts. She began to skate over toward the tall doors of the rink, looking back to see if Jay was following.
ooc; wrong account. i'm lazy dont flip a sh!t XD
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