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Post by Skye Malizia on Dec 24, 2008 1:55:50 GMT -5
(Tristan Dell)
In Italy, the winters were dry and mild. The flakes could be brushed off like confetti and made for terrible snow-ball fights. But here the winters were wet. The snow melted before Skye had a chance to get it off her FCUK Angel coat, and her cheeks were not only cold, but wet. She'd been enjoying the winter before when she'd lounged lazily outside building mini snow-people, but she hadn't realized how wet it really was!
Normally a fan of watching the white fluff fall out of the sky, and the cool scenery compliment her skin tone, Skye was now very opposed to it all. Her toes were cold and she had to wiggle them constantly to make sure they were still there. Her fingers were numb too, protected only by her thin leather gloves. Her long dark hair was styled over her ears in hopes of keeping them warm, but there were times she had to lift a hand and touch them to remind herself she had any.
Stopping outside a building that was still under construction, the little Italian teenager removed her gloves, cringing as her skin hit the cold air. She tried to blow some heat into them, trapping them inside, but it did little to nothing to warm up the outside of the little heat cocoon. Skye whimpered pitifully to herself, pushing the gloves down the front of her high-top collar and then pocketing her hands in an attempt to trap the heat in. It didn't work very well; her wrists were exposed, which allowed the cold wind to find her fingertips.
Extracting her hands carefully from the coarse fabric, Skye tried heating them up again with her breath. Hot chocolate was a distant memory now, and she wished that the styrofoam cup was better at maintaining thermal temperatures. Cup abandoned at a snow-covered bin, Skye was on her own now, to fend for herself in the winds that should be blowing her away.
"Owwww..." She moaned, feeling too cold to be pathetic. No one had warned her about the harsh winters here, and her hands were an unnatural bright red. "Owwww..!"
She huddled closer to the not-yet-finished building, hoping it would help block out the gusts that were scratching her skin.
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Post by Tristan Marcus Dell on Jan 13, 2009 22:23:42 GMT -5
Ah, sorry it took me weeks to reply to this. I’m the worst person to RP with because sometimes it takes me forever to get to things. But I’m seriously trying to keep up with my threads. New Year’s resolution or whatever <3
Unfortunately for Skye, she hovered a little too close to that building, which, of course, happened to be the Why Not Diner, which was alllllmost finished, but there were still a few things that needed to be done before it could be open for business.
The bad thing about having a flat roof on a building with a habit of developing ceiling leaks in the middle of winter was that the snow that accumulated on the roof had to be removed every few weeks, otherwise the weight would be too much and it would come falling in, and if you waited for the temperature to rise and for the snow to melt, you’d find yourself with a leaky roof. The diner just so happened to have one of those particularly irritating roofs, which was why Tristan was on top of the building with a snow shovel. He had already cleared the back half of the roof and had started working on the front.
Tristan, being terribly unobservant, scooped a shovelful of snow and tossed it off the roof on to the sidewalk below. What he hadn’t noticed, though, was that there was someone there beside the building, and that he had just dumped a whole pile of snow on them. Completely oblivious, he continued working.
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Post by Skye Malizia on Jan 13, 2009 22:49:28 GMT -5
The rustling from above confused her because when she looked up, she saw nothing but sky and snowflakes and a bit of the roof of the building she was cowering against. She was blowing back into her hands for warmth when the huge pile of snow dropped from the heavens and onto her head. Accompanied by a surprised shriek was a jump backwards, and Skye hit her elbow on the flat wall of the nearly finished Why Not Diner. Funny bone singing, the little Italian popsicle 'ooh'd and 'oww'd at the hot pain that shot up her arm and made her fingers tingle. She wished they were just freezing and numb as opposed to freezing and sore.
Looking back up at the sky, timid because she feared a repeated occurence, Skye poked her head out just a little. Snow slipped down the back of her coat and she did a funny jig on the sidewalk to try and dance it out of her jacket. Suspecting the roof to be the culprit, she scowled as menacingly as an adorable Italian girl could.
Intending to scare away the animal that was undoubtedly responsible for accidentally pushing the snow off the roof, Skye projected the mental image of her on the roof. She was still very rough at it, so her image was sort of unfocused around the edges, but to whatever creature lurked up there, they would see the 'apparition' of the small brunette. She would be wearing the same off-white coat she was wearing now, and her hair would be a little messy. Her eyes would be very obviously blue; Skye was fairly decent at getting her eye color right. Her feet would be very hazy, almost non-existent, but she would look human in shape and perhaps inhuman in reality.
Frowning, Skye cut the projection off and slumped back against the wall of the unfinished diner. Now she was cold and tired.
"Stupid raccoon," she muttered darkly to herself, figuring that it must be one of those masked animals she saw in the North American Wildlife book her father had bought her.
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Post by Tristan Marcus Dell on Feb 22, 2009 22:39:17 GMT -5
Sorry for taking forever <3
Tristan was a worker. When he was given a task he always finished it completely and efficiently. He gave all of his attention to the task at hand, so he almost didn’t notice the self image that Skye projected on the roof. Almost. He had his back turned to her projection, but when he turned to toss another shovelful off of the roof he was met with the image of a hazy looking girl.
“Whoa,” was his response, and he just about dropped his shovel. His first thought was how the heck someone climbed onto the roof without him hearing them, and then why someone was on the roof to begin with . But then Tristan noticed that the girl looked a little hazy, and right when he realized that she probably wasn’t really there, she disappeared.
Curious as to who had projected the image onto his roof, and even more important, why they did it, Tristan walked over to the edge of the roof at the back of the building and climbed down the ladder. Once he reached the ground, he looked around for the culprit, but didn’t find anyone. He began to circle the building and when he reached the front and found a carbon copy of the girl on the roof huddling against the diner, he knew he found who he was looking for.
“Umm, hi?” he greeted, the most adorably confused expression on his face. Not only had this girl projected herself on the roof, but now she was hiding out in front of the diner? That made no sense to Tristan.
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Post by Skye Malizia on Feb 22, 2009 22:52:34 GMT -5
Skye made a strange squeak when the boy's voice reached her. The little brunette took a couple deep breaths before looking up. Ringraziare Dio! It wasn't a talking raccoon!
His confusion was mirrored by her own, but she clued in faster than Tristan. He was the critter on the roof dumping snow.
"Umm," She lifted a hand and tilted it in a short wave, "your snow. Is very cold." She was trying to hint that he (hopefully) unintentionally covered her in freezing white flakes. She reached behind her and shifted her hood, but the snow inside it slipped down her back. Now she did the same little jig she had before, that high-pitched 'Ooh!' escaping her as the snow raced down her spine.
"Is it warm?" Skye asked, pointing inside the closed diner, "Inside?" She was so desperate to warm up right now, she was beyond good manners. It was rude to invite herself in, but her extremities felt like they were going to fall off any moment, and to Skye this was life or death. She shifted a little uncomfortably as the snow settled and melted where her belt hugged her waist inside the coat.
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Post by Tristan Marcus Dell on Feb 23, 2009 0:50:28 GMT -5
Tristan had been raised to be one of the nicest people someone could ever meet. Surely it was because his parents had two other boys before him, which meant that they knew what not to do when trying to raise a nice, polite child. But as nice as a guy as Tristan was, he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from making some kind of sarcastic comment to the girl. ‘Your snow is very cold.’ Of course it was cold – it was snow.
But then she did her little ‘oh my God, there’s snow in my clothes!’ dance, and Tristan, never the quickest of minds, slowly started to piece everything together. The shoveling. The projection on the roof. The shivering girl with snow on her. This was his fault!
“Oh man, I did that?,” he questioned, feeling like a complete idiot. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you down there, really. I should have been watching where I was shoveling. Sorry.”
The scene was familiar, though the last time Tristan had been apologizing for acting like and idiot and not watching where he was going or what he was doing was when he was running right into Eve in the library at school more than two years ago. She had assured him that it was fine and to stop beating himself up for something so stupid, and it had been the beginning of one of the best friendships.
“Inside? Uh, yeah, I guess you can come in. The heat is on. I’ll uh… get you some hot chocolate or something?” he told her when she made her request. He gave the girl the most apologetic look imaginable before he lead the way to the front door of the unfinished building.
He usually wouldn’t have let some random person off the street into the unfinished diner, but he really did feel awful for turning this girl into even more of a human icicle than she probably already was in the cold. It was the least he could do after bombarding her with snow for no apparent reason.
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Post by Skye Malizia on Feb 25, 2009 23:33:12 GMT -5
When Tristan clued in, Skye just waved him off with an embarrassed laugh. But then he said the magic words: Uh, yeah, I guess you can come in. The heat is on.
Heaven had sent her an angel! She thanked him hurriedly and followed him to the front of the diner. Skye stomped the majority of the snow off her boots. She had chosen fashion over comfort this morning, so her poor little toes were suffering from the poorly insulated shoes.
While Skye waited, she kept telling herself that it would be warm inside. The little Italian girl was going to hold Tristan to his promise of hot chocolate! Even if it was only his fault that there was a wet line down the back of her shirt... the rest of her discomfort was her own fault. Cold hands and feet were from lack of good-quality outdoor wear. Her ears were cold because she thought hats made her face look funny, and she had styled her hair in a way that would look horrible with ear muffs. She also neglected to wear a scarf, seeing as how the neck of her coat came up just high enough to look nice, but not high enough to keep her neck warm.
Fashionistas were never practical, however Skye learned her lesson. Tomorrow she would wear a turtleneck.
"Thank you," She said again, stepping inside. It was like a breath of fresh air when the heat enveloped her.
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