FICTIONAL PIECE OF WORK THIS RP IS BASED OFF: YURI ON ICE ((TV Script))
TITLE OF FICTIONS:BORN TO MAKE HISTORY~!! CURRENT ORP SETTING: Modern day Russia. The Rostelecom Cup Ice Skating Arena.
____ ON ICE!!!
The cover of this rather light book seems to be missing half of its page, as well as half its title. You look at it more closely. Wait, doesn't this book seem really new? There's fragments of pictures, missing and blank pages and.... wait, is this tv script a work in progress?!-
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Russia is cold. That's the first thing to notice outside of the large dome. The Rostlecom Cup is the last chance to qualify for the Grand Prix and there seems to be an influx of entrants. Inside is the skating rink surrounded by stands, hustling and bustling before the free skate series starts. People are everywhere to spectate, media is ravenous and the judges are waiting patiently. Behind the scenes the competitors are getting ready with their coaches. Seems due to some schedule conflicts everyone will have to perform on the same night... Wonder how that will go with all the veterans and newbies together!
Hooking her skates on was a process in itself. Iyari could feel the condescending eyes from her coach, and the groan that followed without fail. She smirked a bit and glanced his way with a wink and confident smirk, then back to her skates with concentration. Right over left, hook, one after the other and sliding through until it came together, patting them before she picked them up to leave the hotel room.
"Iyari..."
"Good luck is good luck, no matter which way you put it." She reached up to pat his cheek twice before. "Let's go see how the competition is going, right?" A smirk lit up her face again and she moved into the elevator, snuggling into her oversized sweater. Greece was never so cold and her skin was protesting. Despite a life close to the ice, the Russian climate was too much and the goosebumps were proof of that. "The sun does shine in Russia, right?"
Giorgos let out a chuckle as the elevator dinged and gently swayed her way out. "Not likely to happen when it's nighttime, but the sun rises everywhere, yeah?" Iyari swatted his arm playfully and rolled her eyes, her long red hair glittering from the carton her makeup artist had dumped on her head. It was loose on the bottom to flow with her movements, though in a bun arrangement with feathers sticking up on the top. It was an offset to her oversized gray sweater which she hid her neck into, pulling her hands in as they moved across the outside. Whatever joke or comeback Giorgos would have had died as soon as they hit the frigid air.
"Brrrr." That was all he could muster, which made Iyari frown, though hidden under the sweater. The bright, joking and sometimes (more than often) annoying aspects were the ones she appreciated in her coach. It made her more relaxed.
Though how could one relax with the big names coming down the pipeline? It was unlike any Rostlecom Cup anyone had seen, with more spots open to qualify and more men and women coming in than usual. It excited her to be able to have more of a variety in her competition, and maybe have the off chance to show off if she managed not to fall. Maybe I can wipe the ice with some of them. She thought with a small squee of a laugh. A lifted eyebrow was cast towards her as they entered into the building, feeling cameras snapping as she went in. Surrounding her were other big names and she stopped, glancing at a particularly large formation of them surrounding someone. While her stature didn't allow her to quite see, she could see light hair from whoever it was.
Must be someone big...
"Iyariiii~" The exasperated sigh and tug at her sleeve pulled her along. "Can't get distracted this time." He frowned, but then smirked back. "Otherwise, how are you going to be able to brag later." A wink followed and Iyari's eyes lit up with another smirk, stretching her arms above her head as they moved into the waiting room. The television was already blaring with the typical sponsorship ads and speculation that followed around the competition like a plague. She was quick to tune it out and instead look for the other competitors, well, those who weren't being bothered by the press.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Giorgos sneaking off to talk with another coach and she had to chuckle to herself. How like him... Though, it was a good time to mingle since they wouldn't be out for warmups yet. Contemplating her situation she looked around the room. She didn't know anyone really WELL or anything, but there were a few she recognized - and a few she avoided as she noticed a certain arrogant skater making his way through the room. She caught the look on his face and glowered back at him. "I hope you hit the wall with your face." She muttered under her breath. How was it that you mingled again?
"Mimi. Do you remember the step sequence?" "Si, papa, you've asked me a million times already!" "Sweetie, that is physically impossible." "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddd" "Mimi. What did we say about whining. It is very unlady-like." "OKAASANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN"
The girl's mother chucked. "Honey, this is her first debut. Cut her some slack, won't you?" The father sighed. "This child is giving me grey hair. I have done all she asked. Figure skating? Fine. Competitive skating? Fine. Asking me to COACH her as well? Even I have my limits." "But Papa, only you can do it! You're the best!!"
Despite how uptight her father was, she knew his weak spots, which was praise. Even as a well-known business man who practically basked in praise from people kissing up to him, he still liked to be acknowledged for his efforts, and as naggy he was, she knew that she and mama were the two most important ladies in his life.
"Ok Mimi sweetie, enough sweet talk. Make sure you get suited up so that you can warm up. God knows how long it takes you to get ready." "Hai~" She did a salute, and quickly rushed off.
At the age of 17, she was still considered possibly TOO YOUNG to be entered in the senior division, but she had proved that despite her age, she had the skillset, determination, motivation, and... it probably helped that her father was kinda influential/rich. Of course she didn't like relying on such underhanded methods but... she had never ASKED him to do anything but be himself. ... ok she might have asked him to be her coach, and mama came along as moral support. As well, mama had designed this outfit just for her, so maybe if she did well, she could even promote mama's business.
20 minutes later and she was back out, a white and light blue jacket donned over her outfit, which consisted of sequins, feathers, and a cute short dress ruffle that stuck out from underneath her jacket. Papa was against something so... revealing, but mama had made sure nothing inappropriate was showing. Besides, with her body still exuding the image of a child, it wasn't as if people were... going to have any inappropriate thoughts. Papa would have literally murdered anyone who so much as CONSIDERED having impure thoughts toward his sweet little daughter.
"Ok! I'm-" The blond-haired girl turned to catch a glimpse of red, and immediately beamed. "Iyari! Iyari-san!!!" Forgetting she was in skates, she started to run towards the red-head, almost tripping and falling on her face in the process. A tired sigh could be heard behind him, followed by feminine laughter.
Iyari's ears rang and were promptly ringing as if on fire. Only one person could do that and her bright green eyes wandered over to the bright hued teen and she stared. "Mimi?" It wasn't that she knew her personally, but most of those in the senior division were always looking back at the junior division for competition, and Mimi was definitely competition.
And a damn spazz.
"Do that on the ice and you're gonna make it all too easy y'know!" She said with a chuckle, pulling her face up from the large sweater to get a better look. "Well, is all this exactly like you thought?" Despite being one to want to kick the metaphorical shins out of the competition, there was that idea that everyone's debut should be something they look forward to. As long as it didn't end up with her above her on the end podium.
"See any celebrities?" She leaned over to get a better look at the blonde girl. Maybe this would be her best bet at getting some gossip from all the goings on, though she'd have to leave soon to get her skates on and dress fluffed up, though if truth me told she would skate in her oversized coat if possible.
He is so... cute. Why is he always so mad? Shiki was staring, not open mouthed stupid staring but he was most certainly locked on target at the moment.
The young teen had such a crush on the figure in front of him, one who was leaving the juniors behind and moving on to the senior competitions and this may be his only chance to see him up close, but he was too nervous. Yuri.. forbidden foul mouthed.. the Punk.
"Aoe-Chan are you even listening to me? Earth to Aoe.." A hand waved in front of him and the thirteen year old snapped back to the terribleness of reality. He blinked a few times and pushed his long pale hair back over his shoulders.
"Ah, yes.. sorry.. I.." Yuri was walking off.. dang another chance lost. "I will do my best.. I promise." He looked down at his skate guards and sighed. There were so many other people there and he was just taking on his first Junior skate chance.
"Aoe-Chan, relax, you will do fine as long as you remember that you do not need to try for Quads, you are good with your triples, in fact you are better than good, you hardly miss them.. when you are calm."
Calm? Hah, he was far from that at the moment. He looked at his mentor and coach Kazumi who was just smiling calmly at him as if this was just another day of practice. That relaxed Shiki a bit and he nodded. "Yes.. I will do my best."
"What is your theme again?" Kazumi asked, arching a brow. He knew but for some reason he liked to ensure that Shiki never forgot.
"It is.. Forbidden Dreams." Even as Shiki said it he noticed Yuri walking past again, casting glares about. And there goes mine.. I shall skate my best and make him notice me.. somehow.
kuumeii
Here is a little boy to play with, be gentle Senpai
Snow never bothered him. Living in Maine, he had been on the ice most of the year and there were plenty of skating rinks. However, Russia topped the cake as a winter wonderland and plenty of people back home had been delighted to hear he was traveling this far from the states. The jet lag had killed him, but his coach had pushed him to work through the timezone changes and sleep as much as he could between workout sessions. Despite her trying her best, he knew something was off, but it wasn't her fault after all.
Adjusting the black coat , he unzipped and made sure his laces were straight and tight as he waited on the bench. This year, a lot of newer faces were around and it felt strange to be a senior possibly on his last year among the newer set.
Eyes down, he took a deep breath as his coach moved next to him, placing a hand upon his shoulder as she knelt. "Mike. I want you to move the last salchow to the start of the chorus."
"It's fine where it is. I can't change things so short notice."
"It's only a minor adjustment and would lave you with the winddown for the steps."
He stared back at her, breathing out. "I told you already I can't do that. We went over this. It stays."
"I.."
"You've at least been my coach long enough to know how I work. At least do your job."
Rising, he moved past her to walk down the rink.
This wouldn't have happened if he was here. He would have known how this all worked.
He scanned the line of coaches looking for his replacement, but stopped at a group of skaters.
“Alles klar?” grunted Rainer as he loomed over Bing. He was the German skater’s coach and quite the colossus. Bing had always imagined him on the ice in his youth. His constant frown, the ice straining under him, and his great limbs cutting through the air. It would’ve been a site to behold. But those days were long gone and all of his efforts invested in helping Bing rise to the top.
“Naja… es ist klar.” answered Bing as she rolled her eyes. She had a habit of completely changing her routine at the last minute. Rainer always wanted her to perform somber routines to classical music from German composers. However, Bing hated people thinking she was serious all of the time just because she was from Germany. She loved to have fun and let her energy out in front of a crowd. Her passion for ice dancing always ended up showing prominently in her routines. She was wearing a thick, black snow coat that covered her entire body. It concealed her true intentions. History would repeat itself. She smiled at Rainer as he adjusted his glasses before lumbering off to commune with some of the other coaches. Bing snickered as her coach walked away.
She took notice of the disgruntled Yuri Plisetsky and grinned. He was in the junior division, but she wouldn’t have to compete against him. He was a global celebrity while she had just started becoming a sensation in Europe. Word had spread out fast of her unnaturally high jumps. So high that she had earned the nickname Hexenfüchsin. However, Hexenvixen is the catchier name that spread across the internet. There were even rumors that the witch’s fox was capable of completing quad axels and loops. It sounded incredible for a girl of her height and age. When asked over social media if she would be trying any quads tonight, she declared, “It will be no sweat for me.” No one knew if this was a joke or if she really was that skilled.
The teenage skater felt the anticipation rush through her and jumped a little in excitement. She wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings and she almost collided with Aoe but she stopped herself. She regained her balance laughed awkwardly.
“Entschuldigung! I mean… I’m sorry! I should save my energy for the ice right? You’re skating too, right? Good luck! I’m gonna have a lot of fun tonight. I can’t wait to do my quad axel!” she proclaimed proudly.
Oooh yay, she remembered her!! Mimi managed to catch herself before she face planted into the skater herself, and giggled. "Hee hee, I know. Papa will give me an earful if I make a silly mistake like that~" Despite her demeanor, she was often quite focused when on the ice. At least, when she was motivated. And seeing everyone else pour their heart and soul into their routines was enough motivation for her. Perhaps it was due to her age or possibly even her family background, but papa and mama didn't really have TOO high expectations for Mimi. Whether she placed in the grand prix or not didn't matter. All she really cared about was having fun. And knowing her track record with THINGS STARTED AND DROPPED, this was probs her only competitive season before she found something else to occupy her time.
"Yah! It's a lot of fun!!" she beamed. Probably... not the kind of answer Iyari expected, but this was Mimi here. "Celebrities?" The petite blonde followed Iyari's gaze.
To be honest she hadn't really been paying attention to the top brass, and was mostly concerned with the people she would be competing with, aka her rink mates. Ooh, a few familiar faces!
"Shiki!! Melvin!! Bonjour!!! Konnichiwa!!!" Ooh, and a new face! "Hello!!!"
kuumei
HAI
Steal
I think they'll probs be combined @ male/female performances to prevent confusion aha
Suddenly everything had become lively and chatter echoed across near the rink and she glance din the direction, then back down at Mimi with a chuckle. "I don't think you will, and there's some around here. Given all of these media buzzards." Her green eyes followed the gaze and she noticed some of the others that moved over.
She was horrible at keeping in touch, but she'd seen the others before at least. "Oh..." Her eyes moved to Shiki and she smiled, moving over to the forming ring of skaters. "Excited? Gotta say I'm glad you're here." Mimi seemed excited too and she turned her glance back to a man nearby. "Melvin?" Mimi seemed to know him far better than she did, though she'd caught glimpses of his free skate and short programs. Diligent.. She remembered that word coming up when she watched him, though hadn't ever spoken to him. Something about his posture told her that he probably did a lot more work than even she did. Fun competition that would be. And probably hard too. Sometimes she wished that she could just hop into any competition just to test herself....
Though all of those thoughts left when she noticed another girl come over and almost topple over Shiki, she held back a laugh and rubbed the back of her head. "Should be an exciting night, right...?" She said slowly, still unsure how to mingle. Her actions often spoke better than her words ever could. But they weren't on the ice right now...
Others were gathering and his view of Yuri was lost. He bit his lower lip in dismay before forcing himself to remember he was here to skate not to stare at... The Punk.
Is he really only two years older than me? He seems so strong so confident so..
Back to reality someone had said his name. Oh Mimi, he had met her before skating, she was good, and she was in the juniors like he was. He wondered did she see him staring at Yuri.. gah.. A pink tint colored his way too pale skin. "Konnichiwa Mimi-senpai" She was after all in the senior division.
He looked at the others in confusion a moment before jumping back a step as someone came barreling toward him. "G-gomen." He said softly, his pale eyes going even wider a moment. "Quad.. that is... r-really?"
He bowed politely to the gathered skaters hugging himself afterward. So many others.. so many.. He swallowed and tried to calm his racing heart. They were all so tall!
"G-good luck everyone... I.." He stammered and lowered his gaze. "I.. h-hope we all do well.." He had been so close to saying I hope everyone wins, but that was just not a possibility. He raised his gaze again as the real pro's started to appear. Yuri, Victor, Yuuri.. so much handsome in one place. It could make one faint.
Yuri Plisetsky the forbidden dream he was going to dance for, who would likely not even stick around to watch him. He sighed then looked back to the friendlier faces. "Does anyone know when we draw for who starts?" He tiny voice was hard to hear over the excited babble but someone had to know right?
[A.V.]
Shiki is like a love sick kitten.. (cause Yuri likes Kittens)
[Bing] “Ja, I’m going to be the Quad Queen!” boasted Bing. The rumors had gone to her head. In reality, she had never completed a quadruple axel without messing up the landing. She looked around and noticed her colossal coach babbling happily about how Bing was going to perform to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. She snickered to herself and diverted her attention to the surrounding skaters.
Oh, she seems lively. Rainer would die if he had to coach a girl like that as well as me, thought the teenage skater as she walked over towards Mimi.
“Hallo! Are you part of my competition tonight? You are…” Bing looked over a paper with information about the competition and struggled to read the words. “No, not Sala… Sorry, I’m not good at reading these languages. My coach usually reads these things for me… Agh.”
She dropped her paper in frustration and bent down to pick it up. She clutched her thick, black coat to her body to make sure her coach didn’t get wind of her change in outfit and performance. As she stood up, she looked at Iyari. Her tea green eyes widened.
“You’re Iyari! The Greek skater, right? You better be prepared in a few years. Because I will have a gold rush in all of the European skating events. I better find a good masseuse though, since my neck will be sore from all of the medals hanging around it.” She grinned and set down her bag. Her coach would have scolded her for her bravado.
Steal
too cute for smushing
[A.V]
ice to meet you 0-0
kuumeii
too excited
MoonKitsune
hi
Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 3:02 am
(Lure- Dark skinned American with brown hair, in a green forest nymph inspired semi sheer costume)
Thump thump thump. The sound of Lure's heartbeat was alike that or drums while they watched from the small box where they hide from the other skaters. They were hardly up to this level. Oh man, it was a mistake, it had to be. Years of training and no- this was just- too much, it had to have been a mistake. There was no way in all heck that they were top grade, ready to compete with the likes of-
Eyes peeked over the railing again as they fought to get back some confidence. It wasn't that they were bad by any means. No. They qualifies like the rest but just- Lure shook like a leaf. How did they even compare to the other skaters? Oh god not even close? So many professionals, medal winners, and here they were a newbie, just entering the professional rink for the first time. They knew they worked hard but in the face of all the others who had the experience was a bit intimidating to say the least.
With a heavy sigh and a shyness that came from pure nervousness, they went back to their bench, pulling a capri sun from their dufflebag, punching a straw through- Both sides.
Lure felt suddenly dead inside. It was a sign from the heavens. They would not be okay until fears faced. Go just say hi to some of the other skaters. Just go talk to any of them. Mesh. Try to be social before the match kicked off.
Within 30 seconds they had snuck themselves over towards the group at large.
".........................." They just stared, awestruck.
"Hello."
--------- Crimson, (pale, white haired Greek skater- dressed in gold roman inspired androg suit) [He is offside atm]
While Lure was being shy, Crimson was over, spitting back and forth with their coach who was determined to set their skater on the right and narrow path of sticking 100% to the routine. It had gotten them this far had it not? What was wrong with the three jumps and two being quads? It was the footwork, the dancing on the rink that would wow the judges, not 'as many jobs as I can do'. Crimson was notoriously bad for trying to push themselves last minute, making and extra jump that while it could be impressive, might fail. Too late in the routine and they would not have the stamina, falling. Too early and they risked all that would follow.
It wasn't to say the pale skater from Greece was anything short of impressive, only that they had a certain way of skating that was entirely unpredictable. Not to mention, they were coming from an off season. A broken arm preventing them from participating in the previous competition and ending up with the young skater looming at most European rinks cheering on their rivals with an uncommon enthusiasm. 'Motivation' is what their coach said of it. 'Keep them wanting to get back on the ice.'
Yet now, at the cup, they seemed intent on affirm the old reputation, snarking with their coach for the world and cameras too see.
-------------- Elio, (Lighty tan/white dirty blond Italian in a glittering bright blue suit with sheer lace to represent the ocean. Small orange beeded fish can be seen on one sleeve)
While all the other Skaters were busy, Elio was stretching out over the bench, flexing and warming up despite their routine being in the latter half of the event. He was one of the older skaters in the rink at the age of twenty two, but he had what some of the younger skaters did not- a good grasp of his abilities and the experience on a stage like this one. Not to mention an awareness of the ever present cameras that trailed around everyone, well known or not.
Going over towards what looked like this year's 'club de likely fallouts' he figured it was best to wish them well. The eyes of the media had already pinned the winners, and Elio might skate but he was a realist. They'd be having to really impress the judges to for forward.
"Ciao." He waved lightly at them, accent think before he switched. "Many are new yes? Elio Ferrari. Italy."
With the group slowly getting bigger it was getting harder to keep up with everyone, but Iyari did her best and focused over on Shiki and she smiled. "I'm sure the Juniors go first, I think the board is over there." She motioned back behind him but gave him a nice smile.
She heard something about quads and she turned, only to see someone close over to her. "Ah, yeah that's me." She smirked a bit and leaned over. "Are you so sure about that? More jumps means more falls, ne?" She said dangerously. Seemed like the competition was starting to heat up, but her eyes moved at seeing more skaters filing in, including some of the big hitters. Even Victor was here... there was something going on with that, from the news, and the skater from Japan. Was that Yuuri... something... Since they weren't direct opposition she wasn't entirely concerned with them, though knew the media was buzzing from them.
Iyari still wanted to see them bring their game though, if only to just get a better score.
Curiously, the little group grew by a few people and she noticed an American skater move in. "Hi?" She questioned back to them, curiously peeking at their costume. "That's a nice color on you." She said, but her attention was moved to the Italian skater. "Not entirely new, just new here." She said, trying to size him up, though he seemed to be an enigma.
Nearby, more people poured into the stands and the ice was being prepared for warm ups. It was getting close now...
Indeed what Iyari was saying was true, there was a board up listing the names of the skaters and where they were from. He watched as the first female stepped to the ice, skating and spinning across the ice to their song, then came the next. They were mixing the females from the males and his name was called. Shiki started trembling a bit but let his coach remove his skate guards. It was time to skate.
With a deep breath he skated to the center of the rink, eyes catching and locking a moment on Yuri's. This is for you.. my muse, even if you don't know. With his warm up outfit removed it revealed a soft velvet outfit in a grey and silver colouration, that of a siamese cat, matching with his long hair that fell like a cat tail down his back. His song.. Memories from the play Cats.
As the routine started he skated slowly, picking up speed only at the points when he jumped, preforming only Triples and doubles. As he let the music carry him into the depth of the sadness and longing he thought of those times when he was so alone, he only wanted someone with him. Then he saw the Russian skate. It felt as if his skating was hiding his own sadness and longing and it touched Shiki deeply.
When the dawn comes, Tonight will be a memory too
He whirled around the Ice, spinning his face composed but his heart reaching out, trying impossibly to reach Yuri. He caught the eye of the blond skater again and felt for a moment there could have been a connection, but who knew.
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is...
He held his arms out, carefully preforming a rotation around the ice, before going into another series of jumps, triple toe, double lux and triple salchow, then spinning on spot in a near perfect vertical split.
He then ended his skate with a lowered head, arms pulled to his body as if hugging himself or another invisible person.
Now he had to move to the kiss and cry area with his coach. How had he done, he was sure that it wasn't perfect but he had poured his heart into it. He had picked up a fluffy cat plush on the way and hugged it as he waited for his scores.
"You did very well Shiki-Chan, do not worry, your score will be good."
Shiki mumbled something into the plush his eyes closed tight.
"The Judges need to confer on this please wait for the score posting."
Was that good? He wasn't sure what place it put him in, but he felt it was probably not so good. Wait.. he was the first boy, of course he was first... but he sucked... If judges need to wait for scores then there was something off on his routine.
He hugged his coach tears in his eyes and then headed to the rest of the group. Yuri looked both kind of pissed off, as usual but there was something else there too.. he couldn't read it.. He looked at the waiting skaters and stammered something, not that it made a lot of sense. He would not have to skate again till the next round but now he was even more scared and felt sick. His eyes were filled with tears and he wanted to hide. He had done so bad.
Etzer loved winter. He loved anything that had to do with it -- the snow, the ice, the sleet... everything about it made him happy.
Unfortunately, he was anything but, lately. Even the snow against his face, which had formerly send him into endless smiles... had no effect on him at this moment in time.
Depression seeped into his very core, making his pale skin look dull, not as white as it used to be. His long black hair no longer held its familiar sheen, his eyes sunken and devoid of that spark they held so long ago.
He barely even cracked jokes now, or read his books.
His outfit left... much to be desired, in the design department. He'd lost his inspiration -- he used to design his outfits himself, but now... they fell short. He had no muse.
His outfit was dull in color, hardly any sparkles or shimmers on it... mostly black. It covered his torso and neck, leaving a small teardrop opening right below his collarbone, his skin the only splash of color that made the outfit stand out.
If it even stood out at all.
Was his mood due to his lack of winning a medal, or did it have to do with something else entirely...?
It was almost strange, but even now, he leaned against the wall and stretched, leg curled up over his back as he arched forward.
His coach watched a few paces away, shaking their head. It really was a shame, Etzer's mood... nothing could really help it, it seemed.
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