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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 1:55 pm
Of all of the stupid things one Braden MacCrimmon could do in this weather, he felt that he'd managed to stumble into doing the dumbest. Decked out for winter in only sweats, raggedywell loved running shoes, and flimsy gloves he had decided to go running. A lot. He hadn't been keeping track but with his face all skewed up in 'thinking mode' the blonde calculated that he had just hit mile four. His lungs were killing him. He was pretty sure with chainsaws.
It was with that conclusion he finished his run at a small duck pond just outside of what had to be one of the nicer neighborhoods in town. He finished his run with a slow stop and had just found an ice-free spot to stretch when a glint of something blue and white caught his eye. Even with blinking he couldn't be positive but Braden thought what he was looking at was a girl, a ballerina, made of ice.
"That's cool," he breathed out with a puff of hot air.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 2:14 pm
xxxxxGwenliana dashed through the streets of town, hands flung behind her and a smile on her face in merriment. Icy flurries dancing and twirled off of her dress, and drifts of snow exploded from her hands in tiny amounts, filling the street with frosty fun as she went. Little patches of ice created her own personal ice rink as she glided down the streets and over a small hill into a quaint park. Gwenliana paused to pirouette and then twirl in place before her beautiful dance was ultimately haulted by the sight of an even grander stage.
xxxxxFor in front of her big, glassy eyes was a duck pond, no bigger than 20 feet around- the perfect size for a snow dancer as herself. Gwenliana tiptoed and looked around to make sure no one was currently using the pond (luckily, no one was), then gracefully leapt onto the pond, landing on one dainty, silent foot. "What a perfect place I have found," she said, to no one in particular. "I do believe I shall dance, if you please sir." She giggled, then curtsied to an imaginary prince, and then began her dance on the open ice stage. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a boy-like shape, staring at her. At first she payed no attention- surely it was a figure of her imagination. But as time went on, Gwenliana grew more and more uncomfortable with the lone audience member and began to leap towards him, in order to thank him for his support and then send him on his merry way.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 6:29 pm
Denim eyes watched as what Braden first thought was a sculpture leaped and twirled and tip-toed onto the lake like she was made of air. Or magic. Man, she had to be seriously awesome at cliff jumping. Blinking that rather odd thought away, he took a few timid steps towards the ballet on the lake. He couldn't hide the smile but at the same time secretly hoped she hadn't spotted him- He knew that once she knew he was there, she was gonna reject him and make him leave.
Braden was not good at thinking things through. So as he tried to stealth and sneak his way over to her, he managed to forget that he was a large blob of dark clothing and smelling of sweat. He didn't think things through at all.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 10:04 pm
xxxxxGwenliana was a few steps away from the edge of the pond, and began to speak, her voice like bells. She hummed, "Dear sir, is there a reason you've come to partake as an audience member for my dance?" She spoke calmly, her hands clasped together sitting politely in her laps. Tiny snowflakes jingled out of her hair and her skirt as she smiled sweetly for her reply.
xxxxxMeanwhile, she was very focused on identifying the boy as well. Perhaps an acquaintance? No, she had not met many on this planet so far, and she knew nothing of her past life, only her decent to this strange, snow-filled land. He was a bit bulky, but nothing over the top. He smelled rather odd, though Gwenliana did not know if this was a good or bad thing. His shoes looked rather beat up, and Gwenliana gave a sympathetic glance towards them. His poor feet must be terribly cold, she thought. Glancing down at her own shoes, she realized her feet were covered with simple slippers. This puzzled her, and she thought, How odd though, that I cannot feel a single sliver of pain nor suffering. This world is strange indeed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 11:06 pm
Blinking, the boy moved closer to the ice dancer. He'd been spoken to after all, though the why and how as completely foreign to him. Smiling sheepishly he told her the truth. "I've never seen anything like you and, well, you dance so nicely." As he spoke he couldn't help but move his head this way and that to watch the way the light played off of her features, and in some cases, the way it played inside of her features. She really was extraordinary. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You're like- Christmas." As she also watched him, Braden couldn't help but feel a little more self-aware than he wanted to. He'd already spoken more than he was used to in one conversation.
So finding a bench near-by, he sat down and clasped his hands on his lap. Much like she was clasping hers. "If you'd like to dance, and don't mind my watching, I would really enjoy the performance..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 2:32 am
xxxxxPuzzled, Gwenliana's head tilted a bit. It seemed odd to simply watch something and be entertained. Especially when it was a simple dance. But then, Gwenliana was entertained by the snow, and by the lake, and by watching the human herself, so why should she be so hypocritical? It was all so very puzzling.
xxxxxAs the boy complimented her and found another spot to sit in, Gwenliana couldn't help but feel quite flattered. As they say, the closest way to a woman's heart is to give compliments. That is, if Gwenliana could even be called a woman. She thought a moment more, and then smiled gently. She was never one to disappoint.
xxxxx"Very well, mister ... mister ..." she paused, hesitantly, waiting for a name in return. "I'll give you a performance," she yielded firmly. She would never use the word 'show-' it was much too crude. Carefully, she twisted back onto the ice and begun her dance. Slowly at first, she pirouetted and then twisted and performed a few arabesques. The dance was natural to her, and though she felt a bit uncomfortable with her latest fan, she almost immediately relaxed and left herself to dance.
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