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Post by whelpzie on Dec 29, 2011 10:54:00 GMT -5
>> [/size] To admit he was actually excited about a trip was rather easy this time around, the idea filled with a week of sitting on the slopes and enjoying Canada again without family on his arm or wrapped around his ankles. The best part hard to be, while still in his nice suit and matching ruby tie, his first and only meeting for the break was complete. He was completely free, and despite the whole remainder coming out of his pocket for the next six days, Matthew was dead set on spending it in pure blissful relaxation. The blond adjusted his bag, the files of unneeded papers, day time planners and his lumpy laptop thumping off of his thigh. He was still walking on cloud nine, excitement in seeing the fancy wall paper and framed pictures with their big black borders alone. Just up the elevator, to the fourth floor and everything would be smooth sailing. He touched his room key through his pocket, almost getting shivers in the idea alone. No one to share a room with this time even. Matthew hummed slightly loudly, uncaring about how public the situation was with small groups of other vacationers flocking around the elevator to the doors and back. Apparently it was a busy month, no duh there with a fresh coat of snow almost every other day (artificial or not), and winter break was on at a lot of establishments. Honestly, he didn't care unless he was stuck on a floor with screamers. Eugh. Snapping his eyes open at the sound of the elevator opening, he stepped in quickly and took up his spot in the corner, the glass window cold on his shoulder. He snuck a peak over as the other people loaded, his off beat humming a little more muted in his throat as he watched the people below and the soft smothering of snow. This was going to be the perfect break.[/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted Account on Dec 29, 2011 23:42:18 GMT -5
Lukas was acutely aware of the wave-like noise that his ski pants made as he walked through the lobby and towards the elevators. It didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would, actually. Especially since it was easily drowned out by the crackling of the fire and the talking of the guests. He glanced at the clock behind the desk and smiled to himself. He had hours before his meeting that day. Hours to spend doing whatever he pleased. Unless that bloody hockey player decided to interfere. The indigo gaze darkens in annoyance for a moment, but it passed after a moment.
He wouldn’t let that Dane ruin his already great ski trip.
But before he could really relax, he needed to get out of all his ski gear. While what he was wearing was perfect for the frigid cold of the ski slopes, it did not bode well for him inside the warm lobby. He headed through the building and straight towards the elevators. Just as he reached the little clearing of elevators, he saw one of the doors starting to close.
Normally, Lukas was a patient man, but he was boiling in all of his warm clothes. And stripping down to the bare minimum in the middle of a crowded resort was not the best idea, especially one with younger children running around.
That desperation caused him to lunge forward and hit the button, resulting in the doors reopening so that he could enter the elevator. With an almost inaudible sigh of relief, the blonde musician stepped inside.
The only other occupant moved into the corner of the elevator at his entrance, and Lukas reached forward to push the button for his floor before leaning back, silently offering the stranger the spot he had occupied before.
He closed his eyes with a small smile and leaned his head back against the glass, chilled from the cold temperature outside. The fresh blanket of snow on the ground was absolutely beautiful to the Norwegian, and it made a tiny part of him ache for him. But he couldn’t be there, not now.
Vancouver was the next best thing.
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Post by whelpzie on Dec 30, 2011 11:11:06 GMT -5
>> [/size] Matthew moved carefully out of the man's way as he joined him in the elevator, only politely glancing long enough to recognize he must have just come from the slopes. That sounded so nice right now, maybe he'd go out to enjoy the attractions before getting food. His stomach could always wait. The elevator dinged loudly in recognition it was starting to move, but the blond was too taken in watching the scene out of the back to care. Maybe he would have to take the elevator in the morning when he went and got the complimentary breakfast so he could judge the activity outside while he descended. Quiet slopes were nice slopes, especially when it had been more than a while since he properly did any kind of snow recreation. If all of his other skills failed, maybe he'd just content with sledding. That was fun. The LED lights above them in the elevator were a little warming, his suit already trapping a lot of heat, but it wasn't until he was thinking too hard about how long he had been riding to be bothered by this that he realized they weren't even moving anymore. Turning, the Canadian felt a little sheepish that he'd missed the elevator ding, too taken with the people watching out the glass back until he realized the stainless doors were firmly shut. The little screen still said floor one even, despite that being neither of their numbers. " Uhm,[/color]" he stated intelligently, clearing his throat. Now he felt stupid, maybe they were just waiting for people to get on and he'd gone and almost walked into the door, trying to get off on the wrong floor. Except, even after his long wait staring at the little screen, Matthew realized they really weren't moving. He pressed his floor number again, wondering if it was just waiting for input at the proper time, but it gave no recognition of his efforts other than to flash the screen. " Ah,[/color]" he stated this time for a little bit of variation.[/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted Account on Dec 30, 2011 18:31:23 GMT -5
The smile disappeared from the Norwegian’s features after a moment. His gut instinct was telling him that something was. . . off. His back was pressed against the wall of the elevator, normally a perfect place to feel the mechanics of the elevator shifting, yet he felt absolutely nothing.
A cleared throat and then a softly murmured, “Uhm,” made him open his eyes and told him that his companion knew something was wrong as well. The other man leaned forward for a moment then pushed the button to his floor again, before murmuring another soft noise.
He took his Columbia ski jacket off and dropped it on the floor, seeing no other option, as he tried to avoid overheating. Instantly, he felt a refreshing coolness wash over him, only to replaced by a cold shiver of fear a moment later.
Knowing that silence would get them nowhere, Lukas broke the silence by saying, “I can’t feel the machinery working. Forgive me for stating the obvious, but I’m sure we’re stuck.” He squatted down and peered at the control panel, hopefully trying the button that would open the door.
Nothing happened.
He found the emergency buttons: one had needed a key to work, but the other one said ‘call’. Thankful that he was fluent in English, Lukas pushed the button and waited for a response. A woman’s voice sounded off, informing the two passengers that mechanics were on the way and that things should be fixed soon.
Soon.
It was such a vague term that Lukas knew people used to keep other people calm. It was especially crucial to keep calm in that situation, since being stuck in an elevator could turn into an absolute nightmare. His mind flashes back to the American film where people are trapped in an elevator by the devil, and then killed for their sins.
He glanced back at his companion. The young man looked innocent enough. . .
Either way, they were stuck together now. He turned, stood to his full— and slightly intimidating — height, and asked, “Are you claustrophobic?”
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Post by whelpzie on Jan 1, 2012 17:56:29 GMT -5
>> [/size] While he had worked his thoughts up to the same conclusion, Matthew couldn't help as squeak as the other man seemed to make it a reality by saying it out loud. The elevator was stuck. He moved to give him room to try for himself, feeling a bit sympathetic he was in all his gear compared to his suit, but somehow that sympathy that faded away as the voice cracked over the speaker. " No, uh, I think I'm good," the blond responded as asked, shaking his head, bobbing his bands around. He was pretty sure he wasn't claustrophobic, but he still was pretty easily annoyed. The other though really didn't look like the intrusive type though, so he figured they could share the compartment pretty equally in space. Matthew stopped and almost slapped himself for treating the situation like an apartment. He really wasn't planning on staying in here that long. Shifting his weight, he finally tuned and stuck out a hand towards his elevator mate. " It's probably the best time to do this now, so, uh, Matthew Williams,[/color]" he introduced, smiling a bit awkwardly in his discomfort. He was most likely sounding like a complete creeper, mumbling between every other word and he felt sheepish for it. At least there was a view behind them.[/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted Account on Jan 3, 2012 21:22:53 GMT -5
His hand reached out to shake the others before pulling away and saying, “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Lukas Haraldson.” He wiped his forearms across his forehead, frowning as he felt sweat make dampen his skin. If things kept up like this, he would probably overheat and end up passing out.
“Look, ah, Matthew, I know this is going to sound terribly but awkward, but hear me out. I’m absolutely boiling right now. If I don’t get some of these layers off soon, I might overheat and pass out. I’m wearing pants and a shirt beneath all of this; you won’t see me naked.”
He didn’t even wait for a response — he was sweltering underneath all those layers! The first thing to go was his under armor hoodie, with him just wearing a short sleeved blue top beneath it. He dropped the hoodie onto his jacket, which was still sitting on the floor. Next, he kicked off his boots and dropped the thick gray snow pants he wore so that they pooled around his ankles and allowed him to step out of them, revealing the workout pants he was wearing beneath them.
The Norwegian had to bite back a moan of absolute glee as he felt the sudden rush of cold air against his newly exposed skin. His eyes closed and he leaned against the glass, chilled and frosty from the weather outside, and just stayed quiet for a moment.
His eyes, blue in the light from the outside flooding in, opened again and he bent to fold and arrange his ski cloths in a neat little pile. He then sat down and straightened his legs out in front of him. “Why don’t you sit? We might be here for a while.”
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Post by whelpzie on Jan 8, 2012 20:00:24 GMT -5
>> [/size] While the name didn't sound extremely foreign, Matthew never knew how you could judge someone based on their name in this day and age when kids were running around with the name 'Facebook', but his soft accent confirmed it. What a sucky vacation this had to be then. The blond felt guilty for a moment about the situation, watching out the window with a soft sigh as Lukas undressed himself. " It's fine, don't worry,[/color]" he said as politely as he could, putting back on his nervous smile. The elevator was kind of toasty, but he obviously wasn't feeling the same level of discomfort. The Canadian didn't honestly know what to say to fill the space in between - 'oh yes, yep, you are wearing a shirt like you said'. That would be smooth and classy. He fixated himself with watching the ant people below until Lukas suggested for him to sit. " That would be smart, wouldn't it?[/color]" he said for lack of anything else, glancing to the elevator floor to his nice, black dress bottoms. He figured there was nothing too raunchy he would transfer over to them, so with a soft noise in relief of his own, he seated himself on the floor, pressing his back to the wood paneled walls. He observed for a moment, unsure of how to approach conversation. 'You get trapped in elevators often?' It sounded like a horrible pick up line. " I hope you're not missing out on much of your trip by being stuck in here,[/color]" Matthew stated, gesturing for his ski gear.[/blockquote]
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Post by Deleted Account on Jan 9, 2012 23:33:20 GMT -5
For a moment, Lukas wondered what would spark such a comment like that. The sun was setting and the ants below were headed into the lodge for refreshments before night skiing started. He shook his head, “Nei, I was heading back to my hotel room, actually.” His violet gaze wandered over the man’s formal suit and he said, “I hope you’re returning from a business meeting, not being kept from one.”
The Norwegian was never someone to talk without stopping, and he leaned his head against the glass, watching the pristine snow sparkle in the setting sun’s light. His gaze softened at the beautiful piece of nature before him, slowly being vacated by the skiers and snowboarders that formerly occupied it.
He could tell from the accent, even with the soft voice, that the man was from this area. He was either Canadian or American — but he couldn’t be too far south in the states. His profession took him all over the world, and he met people with more accents than he could remember. He had been able to start identifying accents after his first year studying at Oxford. “Are you from this area? You’ve got the accent. . .”
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Post by whelpzie on Jan 23, 2012 21:45:11 GMT -5
>> [/size] " Just from one, so looks like we're both as well off as it can get...[/color]" he returned with a sigh, tracing the seams on his travel bag. Matthew had his laptop, but as of right now, he wasn't sure if it would have much more use than for his own enjoyment, shutting out Lukas. He wasn't going to do that. He had paper though. Would Tic-tac-toe seem really creepy if he suggested it? Thinking about all this made him have to pee. Maybe a different, less trapped state of mind was in order. The Canadian couldn't help but smile softly, directing his gaze as well out off the glass back. A lot of people always had a comment about his voice, weather the accent or just simply the volume. He licked his lips, nodding yes. " Wasn't born here, just barely inside the states actually. But all my family is Canadian and we come back here all the time, so I grew up around it.[/color]" That was the main reason why he identified with the big ol' hat, America didn't seem like a true home most of the time. It was more relaxing being up here, usually on vacation or break. His expression turned a little anxious, bouncing his leg once. " What about you?[/color]" The people outside were so disorderly. A group of them must have picked up the word that the elevator was halted, most likely in the process of trying to use it themselves, and they huddled as they stared up at them. He could barely make out their faces, but it was enough to make his skin crawl a bit with the attention, so he gave a small scoot closer for the elevator doors. Before they knew it, they would headline the news or something. A stupid American pretending to be Canadian dies in a elevator with foreign skier or something. That would be bleak, but maybe Alfred would frame it or something and boast about it to all his friends. [/blockquote]
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