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Post by ~Z~ on Jun 14, 2009 12:30:23 GMT -8
Vince let out a yelp as she came after him with two snowballs, and covered his head to keep any of it from getting down his shirt. He scooped up another snowball and threw it under his other arm, trying to keep under cover while still attacking her. "Not if you're going down first!" he shouted back, standing up and running around to the other side of the tree, scooping up another snowball.
((ooc:// lol... I've heard that before... >> And, you know, that moment of the snow is cold reminded me of a moment when we were at the mall, my boyfriend tried to steal my friend's smoothie, and it poped open and landed EVERYWHERE, including on his pants... and he was shouting "COLD! COLD! COLD!" XD))
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Post by Lia on Jun 14, 2009 18:42:24 GMT -8
ooc:// *laughs* What flavor was it?! Hahaha I just reread the end of the Matthew/Lena thread. My last post- "would you like some bread with your brilliant brown broccolli?"  ic:// Aimee quickly checked her hand sewn clothes. She didn't really want to get them dirty... Oh well, she thought to herself. Beauty or fun? She hurled the snowball in her left hand at Vincent, and missed by a mile. She tried to dodge the one he hurled at her, but she fell over and it caught her in the head. "Ow," she said unconsciously, and she quickly hurled the other at Vincent. "Me? Go down?" she questioned. "Never!" |
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Post by ~Z~ on Jun 15, 2009 8:26:58 GMT -8
((ooc:// Orange cherry, I think... He was lucky it wasn't the large, though... XD
And.. "'Ow,' she said unconciously?" Is that even POSSIBLE?!))
Vincent let out a laugh again when she threw her snowball and missed completely, and made a fist pump movement when he caught her upside the head again. He tried to dodge the next snowball that she threw at him, but just as he did the wind picked up and turned it just enough to nail him straight in the ear. "Ahh!" he shouted, as he tried to get it out. "Cold!" He scooped up another snowball quickly, and without even packing it down, throwing it straight at her, making it scatter in mid-air. "One of us is going down, and it's not going to be me!" he shouted.
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Post by Lia on Jun 15, 2009 20:24:14 GMT -8
ooc:// *snorts* I didn't realize I did that... I think it was more, she did it without thinking... Wow, that doesn't make sense... XD
Fist pump movement:D
ic:// Aimme sarcastically dove to the ground. "I'm down!" she shouted, but instead of rolling over and letting him pummel her with coldness, she deftly rolled another two balls, and fired them at Vincent one after another. "Feeling icy yet?" Icicles from his not-a-snow-ball had showered over her, and pieces of ice were melting on her slightly warm coat. The leather back was already starting to soak through, the benefits of lying on snow, so she rolled to her knees, preparing more balls to fire.
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Post by ~Z~ on Jun 16, 2009 8:04:10 GMT -8
((ooc:// I think they need somebody to interrupt them or something.   )
Vincent had a short moment of victory, until Aimee got back up and started throwing snowballs at him again. He dove behind another tree for cover, though one of the snowballs still smacked his shoulder. He yelped in surprise, then started laughing again while trying to scoop up another snowball. "I'm not feeling icy yet!" he said, throwing another snowball in her general direction. "But you will be!"
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Post by Lia on Jun 16, 2009 8:47:28 GMT -8
ooc:// Yes. This could go on for a while:D Got anyone to? My only other character is the Fire Herd Messenger:D
ic:// Aimee was actually feeling quite warm from all the running around. She wished she had worn gloves, however, for her hands were turning into lumps of frozen flesh. She pulled the sleeves of her coat down over her hands, and gathered more snow. Another ball hit her directly on the nose, and she gasped.
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Post by ~Z~ on Jun 16, 2009 10:20:39 GMT -8
((ooc:// We might be able to ask Shadow to interrupt us.))
Vincent cracked up laughing again when he got Aimee in the face. He didn't normally have good aim, but today the wind was on his side, or something. He was glad that he had put on thin gloves before he came here, since it looked like Aimee's hands were about to fall off. He scooped up another snowball and threw it again without aiming much, and ducked behind the tree again, as if it were his fort wall.
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Post by Lia on Jun 16, 2009 10:35:26 GMT -8
ooc:// *runs off to call Shadow*
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Post by Lia on Jun 23, 2009 20:11:15 GMT -8
ooc:// SHADOW! Are you coming?
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Post by Shadow on Jun 25, 2009 5:00:29 GMT -8
ooc:// Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry!
ic:// Lena skipped outside her house and stopped in the middle of the clearing. She sniffed happily and closed her eyes- it was quite a sunny day for the Ice Village. The cold bit at her cheeks, like always, but it had a nicer feel to it than usual. She bent down- her long pants whooshing across the hard ground- and scooped up a handful of snow in her mitten. Perfect packing. She should make a snowman! But, of course, snowmen were no fun to make alone.
Standing up straight once more, Lena dropped her snow and looked around. The clearing was pretty empty, except for Vince and Aimee. What were they doing? They both had bows and arrows, but they weren't paying much attention to them. In fact, they were just whipping snowballs at each other. She blinked, then started towards them.
"Hey, what are you guys doin- mmph!" She was stopped as a snowball hit her square in the chin. She rubbed her face gingerly, glaring at the large wall of snow where it had come from. Vincent must have ducked behind it. "Hey!"
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Post by Lia on Jun 25, 2009 8:49:42 GMT -8
ooc:// 'tis fine:) Yayayayayay!
ic:// "Oops!" Aimee shrieked, her voice an octave higher than normal. "Sorry Len--" She was also hit by a snowball, right in the mouth again, and she found herself lying on the ground, staring at the forest roof overhead. She jumped to her feet, another snowball in her hand, ready to be flung at Vincent, but then she looked at Lena. Slowly, she looked from Lena to Vincent to the snowball in her hand. All of a sudden, she was brought back to the real world. Had she just spent ten minutes, maybe more, throwing snowballs? What had happened to her? She straightened from her pose- she had been in the perfect position for aiming- and rubbed her neck.
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Post by ~Z~ on Jun 25, 2009 18:21:26 GMT -8
Vincent jumped when he heard another voice, and glanced over his shoulder to see Lena, just as she was getting hit in the face with a snowball. At first he just continued to stare, but then he cracked up laughing again. Both she and Aimee had both been nailed in their faces with snowballs, and he couldn't help himself. When he realized he was the only one laughing, he began to calm himself. He cleared his throat, jumping to his feet and wiping the snow off of his jacket. "Hi Lena," he said stiffly, noticing that the snow in his hair was melting and dripping down his back. He held his breath, and he knew his face was going pink but he couldn't make himself start bounding around like a moron with snow down his back in front of these two; that would be humiliating.
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Post by Lia on Jun 25, 2009 18:31:19 GMT -8
ooc:// *snorts* That was funny:D
ic:// Looking over at Vincent, Aimee laughed. He looked so uncomfortable with company. Her gaze lengthened as she realized that he had actually been having fun with her. She wiped a bit of snow from her face. "We were trying to... icify... arrows," she told Lena in a clear voice. Still watching Vincent, Aimee saw his face turn redder and redder. She wondered idly if he was going to explode.
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Post by Shadow on Jun 26, 2009 12:59:17 GMT -8
"Icify.. arrows?" Lena was distracted, still rubbing her chin, but her gaze shifted to Aimee for a minute. "Why? What's wrong with spears?" As if to prove her point she pulled her spear from where it was slung over her shoulder and closed her eyes. Within seconds there was a small boom as ice shot through it, forming at the tip. Lena hurled it ahead of her and it pummeled into Vince's fort, burying itself deep in the snow. Slowly ice spread around the snow fort, making a solid coating over it.
Smiling, Lena skipped forward and yanked her spear out of the snowy wall. There was a neat hole where it had been that was still snow, but other than that the whole thing was ice. "Awesome. I didn't know that could happen," she murmured, eyes gleaming.
She looked up again, back at Vincent. His face was turning pink. Why?
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Post by ~Z~ on Jun 26, 2009 13:09:54 GMT -8
Vincent jumped back when Lena chucked her spear at his fort, flinching straight back into a tree, pressing the melting snow all of the way against his back. He let out an obnoxious yelp, flapping the back of his shirt to get the melting snow out of it. He finally fell still, feeling his face turning red again, and he stepped awkwradly out of the fort... Or tried to, at least. His foot caught on the edge of the fort and he fell face first into the snow, and he grumbled as he ruffled the snow on his hair, still on the ground. "That's why... if I run with a spear in battle, I'm going to spear myself on it." He finally stood up, wiping the snow from his jacket again. "Would you trust me running with one of those things?"
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