Post by prussia on Dec 23, 2011 8:34:53 GMT -5
Maria strode down the long hallways of the ski resort with all the confidence in the world, her head held high with her customary smirk dancing on her lips. Her silver hair flowed behind her as she moved forward, taking in the sights with a mixture of curiosity and indifference – as if she had somewhere better to be, had something planned to occupy her attention with, for all the air that the haughty albino was putting on.
Despite this, Maria was bored. Extremely bored. What was one to do when the girl you were entirely infatuated with wasn’t there to keep you company? She sighed softly between her lips, pausing briefly to glance out of the windows that showed a view of the snow-covered slopes. The Prussian had been hoping that Kat would be able to join her here, but she wasn’t sure yet if the other woman could even come. She would have to call her later. Maybe she could even track down her brother and meet that Italian boy he had mentioned once.
Setting off in a different direction this time, Maria attempted to distract herself from the thoughts of the beautiful Ukrainian woman – it was so much safer to fantasize about her crush when she wasn’t moving; otherwise she would find herself with a sprained ankle – by trying to guess where the customers that filled the halls had come from. She could hear a dozen foreign accents, with a smattering of languages that she didn’t immediately recognize.
The Prussian managed to strike up a quick conversation with a German couple while waiting in line for a hot chocolate, describing her job to them and emphasizing how glad she was to have until the end of January off as a break. Because what awesome photographer wouldn’t deserve it? Maria basked in the glow of their fascination and awe, feeling satisfaction fill her since these people actually knew who she was – though it only lasted until they parted ways once the two retrieved their coffee.
She tried to not look too put out when she found herself alone yet again, frowning briefly as she contemplated on what to do for the rest of the afternoon. Maria didn’t particularly feel like skiing by herself, which was an unawesome thought and immediately dismissed (though she pushed back the sense of loneliness that was beginning to plague her – but she was fine being alone), but being outside seemed quite welcoming at that moment.
Cupping the hot chocolate between her slim fingers, she nudged open a door with her hip and stepped carefully onto one of the wooden decks, taking care to avoid the patches of ice. The frigid air wrapped around her instantly, her breath forming a white wreath around her face, and Maria shivered minutely. It was a bit colder than what she was used to in New York, but it wasn’t as if she would admit defeat and trudge back inside. Maria Beilschmidt would not be commanded by the weather.
The woman leaned against the railing, dislodging some of the snow as her crimson eyes slowly traveling over the line of the mountains that surrounded the resort. Maria could admit that it was quite beautiful here, and that she would stay for as long as she could – if only she had someone to be distracted with. She blew out an annoyed huff, shifting her hold on the hot cup.
There had to be something she could do around here that wouldn’t bore her after five minutes.
Despite this, Maria was bored. Extremely bored. What was one to do when the girl you were entirely infatuated with wasn’t there to keep you company? She sighed softly between her lips, pausing briefly to glance out of the windows that showed a view of the snow-covered slopes. The Prussian had been hoping that Kat would be able to join her here, but she wasn’t sure yet if the other woman could even come. She would have to call her later. Maybe she could even track down her brother and meet that Italian boy he had mentioned once.
Setting off in a different direction this time, Maria attempted to distract herself from the thoughts of the beautiful Ukrainian woman – it was so much safer to fantasize about her crush when she wasn’t moving; otherwise she would find herself with a sprained ankle – by trying to guess where the customers that filled the halls had come from. She could hear a dozen foreign accents, with a smattering of languages that she didn’t immediately recognize.
The Prussian managed to strike up a quick conversation with a German couple while waiting in line for a hot chocolate, describing her job to them and emphasizing how glad she was to have until the end of January off as a break. Because what awesome photographer wouldn’t deserve it? Maria basked in the glow of their fascination and awe, feeling satisfaction fill her since these people actually knew who she was – though it only lasted until they parted ways once the two retrieved their coffee.
She tried to not look too put out when she found herself alone yet again, frowning briefly as she contemplated on what to do for the rest of the afternoon. Maria didn’t particularly feel like skiing by herself, which was an unawesome thought and immediately dismissed (though she pushed back the sense of loneliness that was beginning to plague her – but she was fine being alone), but being outside seemed quite welcoming at that moment.
Cupping the hot chocolate between her slim fingers, she nudged open a door with her hip and stepped carefully onto one of the wooden decks, taking care to avoid the patches of ice. The frigid air wrapped around her instantly, her breath forming a white wreath around her face, and Maria shivered minutely. It was a bit colder than what she was used to in New York, but it wasn’t as if she would admit defeat and trudge back inside. Maria Beilschmidt would not be commanded by the weather.
The woman leaned against the railing, dislodging some of the snow as her crimson eyes slowly traveling over the line of the mountains that surrounded the resort. Maria could admit that it was quite beautiful here, and that she would stay for as long as she could – if only she had someone to be distracted with. She blew out an annoyed huff, shifting her hold on the hot cup.
There had to be something she could do around here that wouldn’t bore her after five minutes.