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Post by Raivis Galante on Dec 8, 2011 19:26:54 GMT -5
Outside the window flurries were swirling and dancing, painting the picture of a picture perfect December in a Winter Wonderland. The snow was icing the landscape, thoroughly creating an atmosphere of sugar plum fairies. The slopes were packed with skiers and snowboarders, eager to frolic in the freshly fallen flakes. Raivis Galante was not part of the pack of giggling snow bunnies, he preferred to observe the romance of the resort from his place curled up by the fireside on a plush sofa with a well loved book in one hand and his flask of something extra for the hot cocoa in the other.
If it appeared that the small Latvian American wasn't enjoying a trip he was so lucky to win, it was simply not so. While the plane ride was harrowing at best and he had bitten his lips chapped from anxiety of going on his first trip alone, once he had set foot in the lodge, his breath was taken away. If he were to be a published author by his 21st birthday, this was surely the place to gather inspiration.
The blond gave a sigh of delight as he peeked once again over his novel and watched the ice crystals swirl out the window. It was truly one of the most beautiful sights he had ever beheld in his years.Okay, maybe not as beautiful as when his female friend decided to change in front of his but it was up there. He smiled at the window again and remarked softly enough that he thought the few other people in the lounge would nary give him a glance, " so beautiful.."
The only thing missing was a pen and journal. Or some freshly made warm brown bread and pīrāgs. Then, his life would be complete.
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Post by Emmanuel Felipe Perez on Dec 16, 2011 20:31:13 GMT -5
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Emmanuel was ecstatic. His editor had been pushing at him to take a vacation for a while now, and he'd finally relented. He'd lived for so long enclosed in only a few small place of the world, wasn't it time he saw a bit more to the Earth? It might even help with his writing, in the long run; he'd been thinking his settings were getting a bit stale....
After debating days over where to go, his editor had recommended this place and Emmanuel had been just curious enough about the snow in the brochure pictures to agree to make the trip, if only for a few days. The way here had been pretty exciting actually. He hadn't ever been on a plane before, and even though it was almost three hours long, it felt like some kind of magic as he'd stared out of the small plane windows and ate honeyed peanuts. Which by the way, he really had to figure out where they got those, they were pretty good!
Now here he was, in the lodge after finding his room and putting everything away, just looking around and itching to find somewhere to curl up; the stories were itching within the depths of his brain. This place was absolutely beautiful; he'd never seen snow before, and the almost blinding white of the soft thing was more than his brain could handle. The snug coziness of the lodge tucked away within the bristling pines was certainly helping with the look, too. Emmanuel fingered his little notebook absently, peering around the lodge's main room in absolute fascination.
He was walking by one of the seats near the fireplace when he heard its occupant remark softly on the beauty as he gazed out of the window, and Eman being who he was, (and completely agreeing as well) couldn't help but stop and remark, "It really is, isn't it?"
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Post by Raivis Galante on Dec 20, 2011 18:11:41 GMT -5
"Nice to s-see all the snow without it getting gross looking from city," Raivis mumbled until he realized, much to his surprise, he was actually talking to someone. Well, that was new. He squirmed a bit, trying to catch a peek out of the corner of his eye as to who he was speaking to. When that didn't work, he actually turned his head towards the direction of the person and tried to make adequate eye contact with him.
Immediately, he looked away. The stranger was an adult. he couldn't deal with speaking to strangers his own age, let alone adults! Of course, he was 19 after all: he was practically one himself but, ergh! It was hard and stressful. Taking orders for coffee was about all the interaction he could handle.
"E-erm, hello," he tried to make eye contact once again and gave a little wave. There, at least he was going to try.
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Post by Emmanuel Felipe Perez on Dec 20, 2011 19:10:15 GMT -5
Eman watched with something close to fascination as the person in front of him noticed his presence, giving him only a glance at his face before turning away again. But even that small glance had given him the sight of young, boyish features and --amazingly to someone who had never seen it-- violet eyes. Oh, the itching in his fingers was getting worse, this guy's appearance enough was alone to be a great character design for one of his stories!
"Hey," he smiled, noticing the tiny stutter as those unique eyes affixed on his own again. Maybe he was shy? Or just caught off guard, more likely. "I haven't ever seen snow before, actually, so I can't compare. It's so cold, though!" He chuckled lightly, before noticing what he should have noticed first: the other male was holding a book close, he had been reading. His grin dropped a bit, he knew he always hated being interrupted during his reading time, especially if it was in a really good part.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." He gestured hesitantly toward the book. "Were you busy?"
Well of course he was, hadn't he just seen it? What a redundant question. Eman would smack himself for it later.
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Post by Raivis Galante on Dec 22, 2011 17:53:11 GMT -5
That was not so bad, really. It seemed to be going okay so far, at least not a single thing was broken. He went back to staring out the window for a bit, admiring the rare sight of such clean snow. That was the cost of everything in the city being to close and convenient though.
"U-used to snow," Raivis added, wanting to see how long he can continue the conversation before he made an inevitable social gaffe. He had a lurking suspicion his luck wouldn't last too long. Maybe it was just his pessimism speaking. As if the retract the thoughts, he clung tighter to his book.
"Oh!" Apparently his tastefully decorated but trashy none the less novel had not gone without noticing. "Err, not really. Read it before." On the plane ride to the foreign land of Canada and even during 10th grade to be precise.
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Post by Emmanuel Felipe Perez on Dec 22, 2011 21:39:20 GMT -5
"Ah, okay..." Eman trailed off. Though the other had said that, he still had the feeling he had stepped into the young man's self-proclaimed territory. Maybe it was the shortness of the phrases he was using. Or the way he looked away, and clutched tighter at his novel when Eman had mentioned it. Either way, he was feeling a certain awkwardness standing here, which was unusual to say the least; usually his constant smile would ease any tensions.
Of course, this was a new place, with many new people. He was getting that distinct 'new-kid-at-school' feeling settling in his stomach,(which was utterly ridiculous, he was a 28 year old man for God's sake) and he tapped at the notebook under his arm self-consciously, trying to gather some confidence. This wasn't like him, he had never been cowed away from making new friends. Maybe if he talked to him some more?
He gestured lightly to the free space next to the light-haired man on the sofa, willing a smile to come to his face again. "Do you mind if I sit here? The lodge isn't cold, but it's still a little chilly to me. And this couch is right next to the fireplace!"
Eman hoped the other wouldn't say no to his request. He didn't think it'd be a good sign if the first friend he tried to make refused him right off the bat.
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Post by Raivis Galante on Jan 13, 2012 21:48:26 GMT -5
"Erm, you can sit if you want. Don't mind." Raivis nodded looked up at him. It wasn't like he didn't like the prospect of meeting new people but it intimidated him and caused his English, though it was his first language, to become a little broken. Anxiety such as this was the reason he dropped out of high school/ That and flipping a shit when his classmate accidentally broke his typewriter. yes, he still held that grudge as strong, if not stronger than ever.
Enough on dwelling on the past! That was hardly good! He looked at the man again and gave a proximity of a grin. That was better, right. "Sorry, n-not really good at talking to people." Maybe he would understand? Just maybe. In any case, Raivis was still gripping his book for moral support and noticed the stranger was doing the same, albeit with a notebook. Okay, he was tapping the notebook but that was pretty much the same idea.
"Err, I'm Raivis."
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Post by Emmanuel Felipe Perez on Jan 15, 2012 5:16:56 GMT -5
Eman sat down gratefully, settling into the couch with a content sigh as he relaxed. Okay, things were going better now, he hadn't been refused, and that was a good sign, right? Of course it was! Maybe this wasn't destined to be a terrible failure...or he wasn't destined to cause it at least.
It seemed that the other was indeed just shy! Eman relaxed a little more, feeling that tense feeling ease out of his stomach. It was good that he wasn't the only one who was feeling a little self conscious; it made him feel as he could be understood more easily. The boy's hesitant almost-stutter was actually really nice; he could even call it endearing. And such a cool name too! The smile came more easily to his lips now and he settled his notebook on his lap, making sure it was safely settled before sticking out a hand in Raivis' direction.
"It's alright...I'm Emmanuel Perez. But you can just call me Eman." He couldn't help but say his name slightly accented, as if he were pronouncing it in Spanish. Well, it sounded much better like that anyway.
"It's really nice to meet you; you seem pretty cool." He laughed. This was going much better!
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