TY (Trinity Young) (metallic_angel) wrote in freedem_uni, @ 2010-10-25 13:08:00 |
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Who: Ty, Mags, Locke, Touya, Liadan
What: Running in the snow
Where: Parking lot by the gym
When: Dec 20th, 2009 - 1:30pm
Rating: PG (Language)
Status: Complete
metallicseraph: (So as the story goes, you got a text at 1:15pm from Ty, to go run around in the snow. As each character individually makes their way to the back of campus (at your own leisure) Ty is standing in the parking lot to the left of building 33: http://freedem-mods.insanejournal.com/24
redeemed wayward: [[that means you entered Touya too
metallicseraph: (Actually, Liadan deflowered the room, she was the first one to write anything, just the rest of you were too slow.
redeemed wayward: [[oh that's true
magsmyst: [[hey I'm entrance free, no entering here]]
metallicseraph: (Unless your a strap on. Now, moving past that.)
metallicseraph: The snow is falling in slow large flakes all around you, there's been small spatterings of snow here and there but it's been a relatively warm year so not much has hit the ground.
magsmyst: Wrapped in a puffy, purple, down stuffed snow jacket the faux fur lined hood bounce behind the southern belle. Tan lugs hugged jean covered legs. Hands tucked in pockets a nod of greeting was given to the RA. "Hey."
metallicseraph: Ty's just standing there with her jacket on, hands stuffed in her pockets. No hat, no scarf. Jeans, a slim jacket and sneakers. A nod is given to Mags when she shows up. "See anyone else on the way?"
cheshiresprat: Locke appears shortly after, thermal hoodie, sweatpants and thick gloves on, scarf up to his nose. "Gdd nnnn" he mumbles
redeemed wayward: Touya walks up beside him, not saying anything. He has a jacket on, his hands stuffed in the pockets, cargo pants and boots.
roving priestess: Liadan comes up, a light bounce to her step. She's bundled in a black coat with a blue scarf and boots (although they're kind of hidden by her skirts). "Hey~" She calls out to everyone, rushing up to stand beside Ty with a bright smile on her face.
magsmyst: Mags giggles softly at Locke's entrance. "No, but apparentally I'm a trend setter." A brilliant smile greets the redhead's arrival
metallicseraph: Smiles at the gathering of the group. "Hey." SHe pauses. "So I was thinking the back parking lot should be good. Even ground and we can get into the woods easy. I took a look back there and it looks like there's small mounds all ready around the parking lot."
metallicseraph: Seems a little awkward at talking so much.
roving priestess: Liadan grins at Mags, giving a small wave, nodding when Ty speaks. "We're just going to run?" She asks softly.
metallicseraph: She shrugs. "Or whatever."
metallicseraph: (Yes, this is the extent of Ty's planning)
magsmyst: [haha]
cheshiresprat: Locke raises an eyebrow, looks over at Touya, then begins stretching.
magsmyst: Black isotoners slip out to return the wave. "I'm up for a jog. And training in the elements might do some good."Taking a cue from Locke Mags glides down into the splits reaching for one foot at a time and then in front.
cheshiresprat: Locke raises both eyebrows, chuckles and continues stretching, shaking his head.
metallicseraph: Ty looks confused. "Screw that, last one to the end of the parking lot is a rotten egg." Takes off running.
redeemed wayward: Bursts after her, a small grin on his face.cheshiresprat: Locke scrambles to his feet and makes after the pair.
roving priestess: Liadan looks confused for a second. "Ack!" Then she takes off running too, hindered by her boots and her skirts however.
magsmyst: With a startled sound Mags pushes herself up and taking off after the others quickly closing the distance, and immediately regretting doing the splits in the snow
metallicseraph: (And the results are in order: Locke, Ty, Touya, Mags, Liadan )redeemed wayward: Touya curses under his breath and scoops up a small handful of snow, making a ball and chucking it at Locke's feet, purposely missing.
metallicseraph: Huffing her breath can be seen in the cold air as she looks over at Locke, slightly confused before shaking her head with amusement. Glances back. "Liadan. You're rotten."
roving priestess: "I KNOW" calls back from where she's slowed down to a walk, a good 20 ft behind everyone.
cheshiresprat: Locke reaches the end of the parking lot, then rolls out onto the ground. He lost his scarf passing Touya and is heaving breath now. He smiles, gasping and laughing into the could air.
magsmyst: Unable to resist Mags scoops up a quick snowball and chunks it at the middle of Ty's back
roving priestess: Liadan catches up to the group, handing Locke his scarf with a smile.
metallicseraph: Gets hit with it, frowns and looks back and knows Liadan can't throw. "That's it. You're going down." Takes off after Mags.
cheshiresprat: "Many....*huff* thanks.... *huff*" Locke replies, retrieving his scarf.
redeemed wayward: Touya is just trying to regulate his breathing, watching stupid and the RA play around.
magsmyst: With a joyful squeal the little cheerleader turned tail running as fast as she could
metallicseraph: Gulps down some air and sprints after the first year, her years of rugby paying off as she dashed after the girl.
roving priestess: Liadan crouches down, simply watching the show with a small smile before reaching down to make a small snow ball.
magsmyst: Realizing she wouldn't outrun the fit RA Mags pulled a base slide scooping up more snow as she zoomed along the ground. Putting feet under herself she turned and tossed the ball wildly
cheshiresprat: Locke sat up, fighting to keep his breathing under control. He hadn't expected having to dash off in the middle of his stretching and made a wide berth around Touya, not trusting the other's competitive nature not to get the better of him, but now, race finished. He eyed Touya. "Did you just...*huff* throw snow at me? *huff*"
metallicseraph: A twisted allowed the snow ball to go flying by her before she hopped over the girls body, putting a foot through a snowbank to stop her self before turning around. "Now you've had it." Bending down she attempted to grab the other girl.
redeemed wayward: "Would never," Touya mutters, the corners of his lips curving slightly. "That would being bad sport."
magsmyst: A wild giggle accompanied an attempted take off. Slick ground beneath hampered her take off however
cheshiresprat: Locke looked at the snowball splatter near his feet and traced the basic directionality in a straight line back to Touya. "Uso." He removed his hood and wrapped the scarf around his face, raising the hood over it. Then he knelt down and began to make small balls of snow, eyes never leaving Touya.
metallicseraph: Seeing the maneuver Ty dashed after the other girl, attempting to herd her towards a snowbank as they ran.
redeemed wayward: A challenge, huh. Touya pulls his own scarf over the bottom half of his face, carefully making sure that it still covers his neck as he starts making his own snow balls, eyes carefully focused on his roommate, lips curving a bit more although it's hidden behind his scarf.
magsmyst: Getting grip just in time Mags raced just beyond Ty's reach. Knowing the gap would close soon she headed for the nearest snowbank to attempt a dive over into a tuck and roll
metallicseraph: Ty manages to catch up, hands reaching out to grab ahold of the first year once again and will try to grapple if able to.cheshiresprat: Locke's stockpile neared 10 snowballs and Touya's was close behind. The lack of cover made it impossible to get away from each other scotfree, but it was too late now. The two men were on the path to mutually assured destruction and backing down from that arms race could only end in violent death. Locke continued his steady armament, grinning beneath his scarf, pondering a way out of this mess.
magsmyst: A sharp, startled cry rang out as the snow jacket jerked backwards dragging the girl with it. Boots slid through the soggy snow like butter sending the cheerleader slipping between the RA's legs belly down. "Aaa" Throwing arms out to catch herself what she got hold of was Ty's shins. With a smirk she wrapped arms around strong legs. Planting her feet the ingenue attempted to knock Goliath down.
metallicseraph: Ty looked down at Mags like she's an idiot before grabbing the kids hands and yanking her back up into a grapple. (Ty specializes in grappling in fighting if you hadn't noticed...)cheshiresprat: Locke freezes, quite literally, and pitches headlong into his munitions. "JUDAS!" he screams, pivoting on his knee to wheel around and unload frosty doom into this "non-combatant."
redeemed wayward: Touya's eyes light up at the distraction, picking up two snowballs and whipping them in Locke's direction.
magsmyst: Mags wiggled for a moment despite knowing that she wouldn't be able to break Ty's grip. With a frustrated huff she recalculated. One leg stepped back between the RA's positioned diagonally behind the stronger woman. Putting all her strength into the leverage she attempted to drop them both hoping the bounce would loosen the warrior's grip
metallicseraph: This worked out better than she hoped. Wrapping her leg around the first years, she pivoted, shifting their weights so that Mags would land face first in the snow, just like she had been trying for this whole time.
roving priestess: Liadan's eyes widen and she picks up some more snow trying to throw some at Locke.
cheshiresprat: A two front war and no cover. Locke was in trouble and needed to move. Heaving most of his stockpile quickly and inaccurately at his two assailants, he took off towards Ty and Mags, hoping gain some interference.
redeemed wayward: Touya takes off after him, ducking down and picking up snow to chuck at Locke, his aim wild.
roving priestess: Liadan giggles, picking up some more snow and takes after Locke much more slowly, giving up on running very quickly and just throwing wildly, them both hitting closer to Touya than Locke.
magsmyst: "Ooof!!" The impact was met first with a grunt and then a grumble as the snow tried to work its way into her jacket. Out of pure orneryness and desperation Mags kicked out hard attempting to dislodge the snow bank and send it tumbling over their backs
magsmyst: [[if she has any kind of workable angle, if not she'll wiggle for it wildly]]
metallicseraph: A low laugh was given as Ty slipped off to the side, removing her self from the pin and allowing Mags to move about finally. "That's what you get." Moving away from Mags some before she stood completely and began to wipe at the snow that had stuck to her jeans.
cheshiresprat: Locke slowed down as he approached Ty and Mags, a plot hatching in his mind as he watched the two rolling around in the snow bank. Coming up right behind Ty, he whipped a snowball into her back. "You missed, Touya!" He cackled, running by.
redeemed wayward: "SON OF A BITCH," Touya picks up more snow, whipping it at Locke's head as he charges after him.
metallicseraph: Is hit with the snow ball and looks confused as she glances back again. It wasn't like Touya to miss.
magsmyst: Hopping up a puff of air dislodge some of the snow stuck to the girl's face. Head shaking like a dog just come out of the rain a wicked grin curved paled pink lips. Kicking along the side of the snowbank Mags attempted to spray Ty
roving priestess: Liadan is slowly closing the distance, holding up her skirts in one hand and laughs when she sees what Mags and Ty have been up to.
metallicseraph: "Hey L, who's losing?"
roving priestess: Liadan looks up, not sure if it's her or Locke who's being addressed.metallicseraph: Ty is looking at Liadan since she's the one coming up near her.
magsmyst: "This is what I get for defending your honor," Mags chuckled warm heartedly at the redhead while shaking snow and dirt from auburn locks
roving priestess: "Uhm... Locke?" Liadan looks even more confused at Mags' statement although she smiles. "My honour?"
metallicseraph: Ty scoops up some snow and starts compacting it into a snow ball in her bare hands.
cheshiresprat: Seeing the congregation slow, Locke circled around, pegging Mags in the back. "You have no honour!" He shouted running by.
redeemed wayward: Touya's still chasing after him, but he snickers when he see's Locke peg Mags.
magsmyst: Mags began to answer the redhead's question when her head jerked forward with the impact. "On no you didn't!" The fierce words were punctuated with giggles as she scooped up a fist full of snow and joined the chase.
metallicseraph: Nods at Liadan. "Thanks." Will keep making snow balls where she's standing, waiting for a few to see if Touya and Locke come running by her again.
redeemed wayward: Touya immediately stops, crouching down where he is to catch his breath and lets Megs chase after Locke.
redeemed wayward: *Mags
cheshiresprat: "Two for two!" he yells, heading for the woods. He can't keep this running up for long, but dodging about in the trees would suit him perfectly. "I would say you throw like a girl, but that might insult Ty!"
metallicseraph: Whistles loudly. "Locke, round about."
magsmyst: "Oooooo!!" Frustrated at the arrogance but still in good humors Mags raced after.
cheshiresprat: [[hmm... roll me a D 20 Rinmetallicseraph: (20)
metallicseraph: Will underhand toss a couple snowballs to Locke so that he can catch them before pegging Mags with one as she dashes by.cheshiresprat: In which case Locke with throw one at Liadan and one back at Ty.
redeemed wayward: Touya simply watches from a safe point, crouched patiently on the ground and keeping completely out of this.
cheshiresprat: "You don't learn!"
roving priestess: Liadan lets out a shout when she's hit with the snowball, picking up some extra snow and throwing it at Locke, missing horribly.roving priestess: "He was!"
metallicseraph: Scoops up a couple of snow balls she had made earlier and sprints over to Touya. "Team up?" Huffing a little.
magsmyst: Turning with a slid Mags quickliy switched to continue pursuit shrugging off Ty's assault stubbornly. If she can get within 3-5 feet of him the gymnast will close the distance with a pinpoint front flip. "I learn." Tosses snowball at close range (if she makes the flip)
redeemed wayward: Looks up at her and then at who's chasing Locke to shake his head. "Can't."
magsmyst: [[12]]
cheshiresprat: Bad idea. The woods were safety and rest, but for whatever reason, Locke listened to Ty and ran back, unable to resist another shot. He was fading fast. He made to move towards Touya, but Ty was already headed there with snowballs. Was the woman clairvoyant? He dropped to his knees, heaving air. His lungs felt raw. He would make his stand here, at least until he could breath again.
metallicseraph: Brows knit looking a little confused. "Why not?" Not upset, just confused.
redeemed wayward: "Stupid 2," he murmurs, staying crouched as he reaches for his cigarettes, pulling one out to light it up. "Trouble. I not wanting.... to be trouble."
roving priestess: Liadan has been wandering a bit and picks up a snowball, throwing it with all her might at Mags even though she's a little far away.
metallicseraph: Ty paused for a moment, taking a second to get his meaning before she nods. "You're a good guy." She nodded to the cigarettes. "Your next pack's on me."
redeemed wayward: Smirks a bit, taking a long drag. "You be trouble." He exhales, glancing over at the other's. "It fun."
metallicseraph: One brow rose in confusion at the statement but his tone didn't seem defensive or angry from what she could figure. Not that her people skills had ever been that good. "I'm glad." A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth slightly as her eyes moved back over to the group as well.
redeemed wayward: Takes another drag before offering pack to Ty. "Smoking?"
magsmyst: With the remains of her adrenaline being pumped into her last attempted maneuver Mags stood a moment clutching her sides. A snowball sliding along the ground near her feet Mags turned a confused look at the redhead. With a smile, chuckle and shake of the head she slowly approached the girl crazy enough to wear a skirt to a leg race. "Are you really trying to get me to come after you now?"
magsmyst: [[near her feet caught her eye*]]
roving priestess: Liadan shakes her head, smiling. "I was aiming for Locke, but I can't throw that far." She laughs.
metallicseraph: Her head view turned towards him, not getting the meaning right away until she saw the offered pack and she bit her lower lip. Voice dipping low she murmured. "Trying to quit actually."
redeemed wayward: Touya puts the pack away then, stowing it in his jacket pocket. "Good." He takes another drag, exhaling away from her. "You having longest life."
magsmyst: "Oh thank goodness, whew..." Wiping at her brow Mags continued to catch her breath while moving to stand near Liadan. "That was the most fun I've had in a while." Contemplates pegging Ty again
metallicseraph: His broken English amused her slightly and a half smile rose. "Longer, 'You'll have a longer life.'" The correction was very gentle, almost kindergarten teacher like.
cheshiresprat: For reasons he can't quite understand, Locke was given a reprieve. Touya and Ty were talking a ways away and Mags' attention was on Liadan. He began to scoop slow armfuls of snow near him, breathing hard down his hoodie. It hurt to inhale the cold air, but he was warm as was the atmosphere in his sweater. Gulping breath after breath, he began to compact a snowball.
redeemed wayward: Touya stops, considering it for a moment. "You are have a wronger wrife." He triest to say quickly.
metallicseraph: She paused for a moment, looking over to him in consideration, her voice low so that the others wouldn't hear them. "It's an L sound. Got to do with your mouth formation on the sound." She paused for a second, thinking. "Watch me." She pointed to her mouth, lower jaw dropping some, her lips forming a very slight 'o' shape, tongue coming up behind the back of her front teeth before making an elongated 'L' sound.
roving priestess: "It was fun, wasn't it?" She reaches out to pat Mags on the shoulder. "Aren't you tired though?"
redeemed wayward: Touya tries, but it ends up coming out like a Japanese "R", that strange mix of an L and R sound.
magsmyst: A dimpled crooked grin turned to the readhead, "Not in the slightest. Just catching my second wind."
metallicseraph: She pauses, seeming to consider for a moment. "The walls of your mouth, sort of... stiffen them and the tip of your tongue, stick it up where your top teeth meet the gum line and let it fall away as you make the sound." She repeated the demonstration, making sure not to face the group and keeping her voice low, still teacherly.
redeemed wayward: He tries again, making a face at the sound that comes out of his mouth. It sounds ugly to him. But closer to the L sound. It's too hard though, making the letter sound... wrong.
metallicseraph: She smiles at the progress. "English sucks. Wanna try again?"
roving priestess: "I don't know how all of you do it," Liadan shivers, wrapping her arms around herself to keep out the chill. "I can't run like that."
cheshiresprat: No one is watching. Excellent. Locke played with the idea of amassing another host of frozen bullets, but then a thought hit him: one snowball to rule them all. He began rolling it together, adding snow until it was as big as his head, until he couldn't hold it and pack it at the same time. More, he thought as he began to roll it in the snow.
magsmyst: "Years of practice," Mags offered with a smile running her hands quickly up and down the redhead's arms.
redeemed wayward: He hesitates for a moment and then shakes his head. Catching what Locke's doing, he looks over at him, eyes narrowing.
roving priestess: Liadan smiles up at Mags, grateful for the attempt to warm her.
metallicseraph: She nods at him but then looks confused as his eyes narrow. Pausing for a moment she then turns to see what Touya's looking at. Has Locke.... started making a snowman?
magsmyst: Leaning closer conspiratorially Mags speaks low, "Locke has been quiet way too long. He must be up to something. So do you want to try to trap him or draw him out?"
roving priestess: "Trap him?" Liadan laughs softly, leaning in to hear what Mags is saying. "How would we do that?"
cheshiresprat: More. MORE. Locke was rolling up so much snow, it began to reveal patches of cold concrete. The snowball was becoming more of a snowoval, so Locke attempted to even it out, rolling it back and forth, round and round. It was roughly half his size by now, rendering it useless to him for throwing purposes, but he was lost in his labour. More. More. MORE. MORE.
metallicseraph: "What the heck..." Ty looked terribly confused as she watched him. "Hey Locke, I don't think we brought any carrots or magic top hats."
metallicseraph: She called out loud enough for him to hear.
magsmyst: "Well so far he has attacked people who were distracted with someone else. I could pretend to go after you and instead of tossing snow in your jacket we'll build up some snow balls between us so we're ready when he comes."
roving priestess: "But..." Liadan looks at Locke, tilting her head. "It doesn't look like he's making a snowball that he can lift."
cheshiresprat: More. More. More. Mo--He looked up. "Carrots? Magic hats?" He raised an eyebrow. "What are you on, Ty?"
metallicseraph: Ty pointed at the big ball of snow. "It's just a snowman, it doesn't have to be perfect. Not like you're making Frosty."
redeemed wayward: Touya looks confused. What the fuck is a Frosty?
redeemed wayward: ...Probably something that makes Americans fat.
cheshiresprat: Locke looked down at the ball. He scrunched his face up. "No, I do believe this is a snowball." He pondered for a moment. "It doesn't even have any appendages; why would you think it a snowman?"
metallicseraph: Ty's face fell for a moment before it was her turn to look confused as hell again. "Man, I think it's only a snowball as long as you can lift it.... Can you lift that?"
magsmyst: Turning her attention to Locke Mags chuckled at the situation hands on hips. "You have a point."
cheshiresprat: Locke starred at the massive mound and laughed. "I doubt I can." He slowly rolled it towards Ty pondering the last few sentences. "Is 'making frosty' some sore of euphemism?"
metallicseraph: Ty blinked in confusion, how could Frosty be a euphemism? "Frosty the snowman. It's the name of the main character in a popular children's Christmas storybook."
cheshiresprat: Locke nodded, gathering more understanding. "And the children require carrots and magic hats? To animate it, one would think." He scratched his chin. "Does Frosty hatch from the snowball?"
magsmyst: Unable to resist a perfect cue the actress slipped into a warm rendition of the song.
cheshiresprat: [[It would be Locke's first time hearing them. Frankly, he'd be terrified.
cheshiresprat: [[I mean eyes made out of coal? Who give a snowman flammable eyes?
metallicseraph: ((Ty would probably suggest they can change the eyes to... Buttons... or something.
cheshiresprat: After hearing the song, Locke was even more confused. "So where does the carrot come in? Do snowmen eat carrots." He backed away from the snowball. It was beginning to disturb him.
metallicseraph: Ty shrugged. "I never got it but they always seem to be used for the nose."
magsmyst: Mags steps forward offering, "I'm sure I could spare a few buttons if you really want to make a snowman. And we can use a twig just as well as a carrot."
cheshiresprat: Locke listened to their explanations for minutes more, shaping a rough idea of the concept. 'But that's not a snowman, that's just three snowballs covered in garbage and vegetation."
metallicseraph: Once again Ty shrugged. "I always thought that snow sculpting was way cooler."
cheshiresprat: Locke turned to face Ty. "Snow sculpting, I am familiar with. You could fashion a proper man out of snow with that. Not like this..." he waved at the snowball, "..abomination."
magsmyst: Slim shoulders shrugged, "I suppose we could step away from the classics." The concept was obviously foreign but not unimaginable.
metallicseraph: She nodded, a deep sense of amusement setting in though it wouldn't be displayed. "There's a really awesome snow sculpting competition up just outside of Worcester every year. They do some really amazing work."
cheshiresprat: Locke smiled at the thought. "We could make a day of it, I gather."
metallicseraph: A nod was given in response to Locke's comment. "Need to get our hands on a car or something, but yea, 'bout an hour drive each way."
magsmyst: Lips tugged to the side in thought. As much as Mags wanted to help she had to wonder if she would. Her clumsiness had become more active since moving here and she didn't want to take the chance of screwing it up. Maybe she could just haul clean snow to the sculptors. "So what are you thinking about making?"
cheshiresprat: "I shall spread the word then." He shivered. Sitting around in the snow was beginning to take its toll. "I had assumed we would have been doing more running." He tried to pull warmth from the scarf, but it was covered in the frozen condensation of his breath. He stripped it from around his head.
metallicseraph: Hands were bright red at this point from all of the bare handed snow handling. "Yeah, me too." Ty's tone was amused as she nodded. "We can either run around some more, or run back to the dorms."
cheshiresprat: Locke smiled. "A novel idea. But this time..." he took off. "I get the head start!"
magsmyst: Mags took in their obvious discomfort sympatheticly. "Hey!" With a hop she raced into action determined to beat him this time.
metallicseraph: Pulling her jacket sleeves down over her hands she shook her head in amusement. Just when you thought they were down and out. "I won't make it easy on you!" She called after, sprinting off behind them.