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| All's fair in snow and war; Evvy | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 13 2014, 02:20 AM (313 Views) | |
| Pyrrhic | Mar 13 2014, 02:20 AM Post #1 |
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Time: Late afternoon Date: March 7th Nature was ineffable and weather was unavoidable. A groundhog could try to dictate if winter would continue or not, but in the end it had no say in the matter. Ros didn't even register when Groundhog's Day happened anymore. Syracuse was the snow capital of New York state, possibly even the United States, and as such Ros was use to walking through snowdrifts that went up past the height of his boots. Winter was his month, and the cold didn't bother him much. To be honest he actually liked going out into the snow better than going outside in the summer. Something about the way that the white stuff seemed to absorb sound and how the world always seemed a little brighter. Homework could wait for now. The weekend was upon them all, and so was a last remnant of winter. Spring was on its way and Ros wanted to enjoy the snow outside the school while it still was there. While not nearly as deep as what he was use to, snow was snow and he'd take all he could get. Each step offered him the satisfying hushed crunch as his boots kept his feet warm. No destination, no goal to achieve, just enjoying having the cold air push against him as he walked with his jacket open. This was the good kind of snow, the one that could be made into snowmen. The lighter flakes never stuck together on their own, and unless you planned on hitting the slopes, wasn't good for much. He hated having to shovel up powdery snow. Just as there was no agenda for his trip out into the snow, there was no gloves or mittens on Ros's hands. He had pairs of them, you'd be a fool not to when a snow day practically requires the public transportation system to be shut down. However Ros had a tendency to leave said gloves behind without really thinking about it. His fingers were going to get cold as he scooped up a handful of the snow and started to squeeze it tightly. If anything could make the school feel less like an option to prison and more like a home it was snow. |
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| Evvy | Mar 17 2014, 01:07 AM Post #2 |
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Going out into the snow for fun and playing was something she never really took for granted since her first arrival at the mansion when she was fifteen. As Evvy often thought when she was out in the snow, she loved winter so much more now that she didn't have to live out in it. Winters had been harsh when she and her cousin had been on the run, living rough, in stolen clothes and haphazard shelters. The difference was complete. She had proper winter clothes, and somewhere she could get really warm all the way through after getting a chill. As she was walking through the snow, kicking at it just to watch it go flying, Evvy saw someone bending over to scoop up some snow. She grinned and went down to her knees to scoop up a big handful. Standing up, she packed the snow tight enough for it to stick together until impact. Snow stuck to her knees but luckily it hadn't soaked through her jeans. "Hi!" she called out, immediately before tossing her snowball right at him. She wasn't sure who he was yet, but she'd seen him around the school more than once in the past week. It was a while since she'd played in the snow like this so she hoped he'd join in. |
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| Pyrrhic | Mar 17 2014, 02:59 AM Post #3 |
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Late night marathon readings in poor lighting conditions had an affect on Ros's eyes. While he did not wear a pair of glasses, he probably would have benefited from them and was nearsighted. That, combined with his interest in what he was doing, kept Ros from seeing that he wasn't the only one who was enjoying the weather. It hadn't been his intention to make a snowball, nor had Ros planned on entering a snowball fight. All he had been doing was picking up some snow and crushing it together. Ros had barely looked up from the snowball that he had made in time to see a blur of white rapidly coming towards him. He knew what it was instinctively. Some days you couldn't get out of the school and onto the bus without being pelted. Maybe it was because Ros was so familiar with the concept of being smacked upside the face by a snowball that his powers did not kick in in an attempt to defend himself. In a way it was a shame because it meant that Ros didn't really have ay way that he could react to it other than shut his mouth to keep from getting an unflavored snow cone. The snowball slammed against the side of his head, making the teen flinch. Getting hit by it wasn't so bad really. Snowballs only stung for a second or two when they hit. What he hated though was when the snow slid down the back of his shirt and started to melt there. His own snowball had fallen when he had gotten hit, so Ros started digging at the base of his neck to get the bits of snow that had gotten under his shirt. One word had been spoken to him in anticipation of the strike, and now that Ros knew he could answer without having a mouth filled with snow he responded back with the same one word. What he had done to provoke the first strike he had no clue, but Ros was not a wimp when it came to the battle of the snowball. If snowball fights were a winter Olympics event, Syracuse would win the gold. Anything more than two inches would prompt youths twenty and under to make the snow fly like it was D-Day. Now that his neck was safe from the icy cold stabs of melting snow Ros was giving serious thought to retaliation. "I'm Ros," he offered as an introduction to the young lady. Some students might try being slick and try to hide the action of making a snowball But Ros wasn't like most students, not when it came to this. Her first shot might have been cheap, maybe even considered dirty trick, but if she wanted to go to war, he wasn't going to drop the nuke on her unsuspectingly. As such Ros did not try to make it look like he was tying his boots backup, but very clearly and plainly started scooping up more snow. Ammunition supplies would be plentiful, the terrain well suited for combat. Expertly his hands started molding the frozen flakes into on of winter's most common playthings. Holding onto the snowball in one hand Ros looked the lady straight in the face. A raised eyebrow poised the question, asking her if this was something she wanted to get into. After all, his parents had taught him to be polite, and pelting someone with something just shy of ice seemed like something that would get frowned upon. Should she decline the challenge he'd let the snowball fall harmlessly to the ground. |
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| Evvy | Mar 19 2014, 03:23 PM Post #4 |
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The surprise on the student's face was priceless. She hadn't expected to get him right in the face. Her aim was better than she thought. Might have something to do with the amount of DR training she, though she rarely used projectiles. Then again, if he hadn't turned when she called out it wouldn't have been right in the face. Of course someone would turn when greeted. Woops. She grinned at him unrepentantly. Of course there were plenty of people who might hold a grudge over something like this but luckily he didn't seem about to. "I'm Evelyn," she replied when he introduced himself. He didn't hesitate in making his own snowball. Which was admittedly nice, if he'd just stared at her after getting a snowball tossed at his face she might have felt bad. He hesitated before tossing the snow though. "C'mon if I was afraid of getting some back I wouldn't have thrown it in the first place," she told the younger student with a laugh. Ros. She'd try and remember that. It was hard to remember everyone's name and their codenames sometimes. Though it had to be harder on him since he was learning everyone's names and she just had to learn them as they arrived now. |
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| Pyrrhic | Mar 20 2014, 01:13 AM Post #5 |
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"Just making sure that my intentions are clear," Ros said, glad to have Evelyn say that she was alright with the snowball fight. You could never be sure if someone really meant what they said. But actions helped to give the full picture, and if Evvy hadn't wanted a snowball fight, she really wouldn't have thrown the first shot. Especially since he hadn't been doing anything that would have provoked it, other than just walking. Not that that really was much of a defense in his experience. When there was snow on the ground anyone could be a target. The only thing that changed was how hard you threw the snow at someone. Toddlers or babies it was just a pinch of snow, tossed more in the air so it might sprinkle onto their face, your peers got the full brunt of your force, and adults all depended upon your relationship to them. "Evelyn, you don't know what you've just gotten yourself into," Ros said, the devil in his eyes. Knowing her aim and range was good enough that she managed to pelt him before they had drawn closer, Ros started backing up a little. The last thing he wanted was to have someone get tackled into the snow. After all, he was wearing just a thin jacket over his clothes, and jeans had a tendency to soak up snow like a sponge. Be it because of his boots, or just growing up in a city that frequently had ice on the sidewalk, the teen did not stumble as he took large backwards steps. Any good snowball fight started off in the same way. Both sides taking shots at each other, trying to rain down as much snowy doom as possible. When he was younger Ros would help with the building of forts to duck behind while rebuilding the stock of snowballs. There wasn't enough snow out on the ground for a fort worthy enough, or at least in his case, large enough for him to hide behind. The up close and personal attacks only happened once you've had time enough to build up a sweat and the battle grew too heated. For the first time since his trial Ros was really smiling, and more than for just a short minute. He even had a spring in his step. Joy however did nothing for his terrible aim. If Ros were a lumberjack, the only thing that would have been safe in the forest would be the trees. Nobody had ever thought that he could benefit from corrective lenses because he never had complaint about blurred vision or headaches. Add to that a general lack of athletic capabilities and it was hardly any wonder that his first shot fell short of it's mark. To Ros's credit though, he did not care that he missed and was rapidly making a second snowball. |
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| Evvy | Mar 22 2014, 11:30 PM Post #6 |
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Ev just smiled and crouched to scoop up more snow. Ros seemed like a good kid. She would have just launched into instant retaliation if someone had tossed a snowball at her face. Especially if it had been as unexpected as it had been for him. She didn't follow him when he backed away, content to make a few more snowballs. Her mittens were not perfect for the task, and more snowballs fell apart in her hands than ended up whole. She was still crouching when a snowball came flying her way. It didn't quite make it. Evvy just assumed it was bad luck, or the fact she was making a tiny target. The plant manipulator was small as it was. Much smaller than the younger student. Crouched like she was, she made an even smaller target. Her snowballs were complete however, and staying still so close to the ground chilled her legs. She stood up, taking their surroundings into stock habitually. It was just a snowball fight however, and little of it mattered. Unless someone else used their powers in a game she wouldn't use hers. Even though dumping snow on someone's head would be funny, there weren't many people she'd pull that on. This sweet kid wasn't one of them. She launched her second snowball at Ros, just as she tripped over a stone hidden beneath the snow. She couldn't tell if her shot went wild or not, because she got a face full of snow herself as she landed spread eagle on the ground. |
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| Pyrrhic | Mar 29 2014, 12:22 AM Post #7 |
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Ros's throw had been beautiful, arching well as it passed through the air. Only problem was that it had passed not only through the sky but also over the head of his target. Evelyn was making snowballs, holding off the counter-strike against Ros for now. She hadn't been a particularly large target, at least not compared to Ros, but stooped down so low to make snowballs made her an even smaller target. No wonder baseball players bent themselves in half so much. The missed shot just screamed fifth grade dodge ball. Not so good since Ros had always just been used for bait for his team to get more balls. He didn't mind though, especially when Evelyn had decided she had enough snowballs to start actually throwing some. Something had tripped her up and her shot had gone wild. As bad a shot as it had been, and it had been rather not good, Ros could tell that she was going to have an easier time with this than he was. Where she had been aiming was unclear, but what she managed to hit was his leg. With a laugh Ros shook it, getting a bit of the snow off. "I've been hit!" he joked taking a step back and letting the leg she pegged slide a little on the snow, as if she had actually done something more than make his leg a little colder. There was a thing called the Black Knight rules for things like snowball fights, water balloon battles, and of course whenever you got a plastic sword. Black Knight rules referred to the Monty Python character, and they stated that you continue the fight even when you've been hit. Any "damage" done though wasn't ignored. By the Black Knight rules Ros would only be able to hop around on his other leg. So glad that he hadn't mentioned that rule. With both feet planted this next shot of Ros's had improved accuracy. It wasn't headed over Evelyn's head, which was enough for Ros to be happy with it. |
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| Evvy | Apr 9 2014, 04:00 AM Post #8 |
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Ev picked herself up and wiped the snow from her face, laughing at her own spill, just in time to witness Ros exclaim at getting hit. In the leg, but considered she was in the process of falling down it was still impressive. "What are the chances of that?" she called out in response, surprised it went anywhere near him, let alone hit him. Pure luck, there. Evvy didn't stop to shake the snow from her hair, or brush it off her clothes, before another snowball came flying. This one hit her right in the shoulder and splattered across her coat. "Ooh you got me!" Evelyn exclaimed, clutching at her arm dramatically. The cold was starting to cut through her after her fall, but she didn't take note immediately. She figured that if she kept moving she'd warm up again. They weren't really running around enough to keep warm, though, so it wasn't very long before she started to really feel the cold. She had better aim, but he made his snowballs better. Hers exploded into powder on impact, and sometimes didn't always make it. Probably since she was making them wearing mittens and he had his bare hands melting his slightly. Which meant his hands had to be really fucking cold by the time her mittens started to get soaked. "What do you say about having some hot chocolate after this?" she asked while packing another ball. It was super crumbly since it kept on sticking to her mittens. "Or maybe some tea. To warm up." |
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| Pyrrhic | Apr 11 2014, 05:01 PM Post #9 |
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"What are the chances of that?" Evelyn asked, as surprised at her hit on his leg hitting as Ros was that he managed to peg her in the arm. One could say that he had hit his mark, since Ros had only been aiming at her in the general sense. He knew that he wasn't good enough a shot to peg exact spots, but if he was just hoping to hit Evelyn his chances were better. About the only thing he did not want to hit was the head. For one thing it caused the dreaded ice down the back of the neck. Secondly head shots were cheap. Anyone who ever even heard of zombies knew that that was the living dead's weak spot, and Ros had enough experience with shooter video games and the cry of "Boom! Head shot!". "I'd say about the same as me getting you," Ros joked back, flinging another snowball at Evelyn. Had he bothered with the follow through he would have improved accuracy, but Ros had abandoned that in favor of speed. The snowball had hardly left his hand before Ros ducked down and started making another one. Size didn't matter much. Larger snowballs might make things easier to hit, but they were harder to throw. Ros instead grabbed just enough snow that he'd be able to form a snowball within two squeezes, using both hands to form the snowball. Her snowballs weren't holding together quite as well as his were, and Ros felt compelled to offer some sort of solution. He'd been having snowball wars as far back as he could remember, and had seen many different techniques of snowball construction. If you had one of those kind of tong like snowball makers you were cool. At least until you got out of elementary school. "Try less, and go for snow that has more crunch to it, not the stuff that's been kicked up." Evelyn also asked him about getting a hot drink afterwards to warm up. The teen looked at her, confusion playing across his face. He hadn't been cold. This was normal weather conditions for him. Still a nice hot beverage was nice on a day like this, if for no other reason than the cozy sensation it offered while inside. A cup of hot chocolate was kind of like a bagged lunch. It meant that someone cared about you. "Yeah, hot cocoa might be good. Or maybe coffee." |
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| Evvy | Apr 30 2014, 02:55 AM Post #10 |
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"Yeah..." she said, frowning at the mittens. Her mittens were covered in chunks of half frozen snow and ice and mucking up the new snow balls she made. Gloves were better for it. Or bare hands, if you didn't mind the cold too much. She peeled them off, and tucked them into a pocket before making her next ball. This time, following Ros' advice. She had small hands anyhow. Messing with big snowballs with small hands meant throwing the ball would be that much harder once it was made. "Ah. Yeah. Better. Thanks," Evvy said, tossing it up in the air and catching it. It would be far more entertaining to toss it at someone else wandering into their path than someone standing still and expecting it... okay she didn't play fair. She liked to take people by surprise. She was terrible. She admitted it. To herself if no one else. After catching it and tossing it again, she tossed it much further into the air, at a tree. A branch smacked the snowball and it exploded into powder. "Alright. I'm going to be a boring adult and stop playing," she said, grinning. "So how about that hot cocoa. Or coffee. Or coffee with hot cocoa in..." "Seems only fair since I nailed you in the face with snow," she added cheerfully. She'd been out in the cold for a while now, and while she was fine now, since the snowball fight helped keep her moving and warm, as soon as she slowed down she'd want to get warm fast. |
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