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Post by Lapras on Aug 12, 2009 15:27:37 GMT -5
It certainly was a beautiful day for a skate. Or at least it was for Dalia Jude, who had just finished lacing up her high-topped skates. She needed to let off some steam, and what better way then to fly around dangerously fast without a helmet? She lifted herself off of the ground and pushed off.
The brisk slap-in-the-face that the wind provided helped distract her from anything she was thinking of, though she did feel a pinch lonely.
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Post by Magical Foots Tree on Aug 13, 2009 0:24:54 GMT -5
A yawn escaped Lyn's mouth as he reclined on a wooden bench in one of the academy's many courtyards. The summer blahs had made him feel rather sluggish lately; hopefully that would wear off by the time school began. Either way, he quite a bit of time to kill before then-- time that he wasn't exactly sure how to use.
After stopping at the library in search of something he hadn't already read five times, Lyn had made his way outdoors in search of someplace where he could plop himself down for a while and bask. Eventually he had found the bench that he was now seated on, which was positioned close to one of the academy's jogging runs. He was about to start his book when an oddly familiar sound in the distance caught his attention.
Sounds like... skates? Lyn leaned forward to get a better look at the figure that was speeding down the path in his direction. A smile spread across his face as he realized how insanely fast they were going, and helmet-less to boot. Nothing like watching a daredevel, he mused, still grinning at the scene.
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Post by Lapras on Aug 13, 2009 16:03:05 GMT -5
Dalia Jude built up speed for a few more seconds before starting to pay attention to her surroundings. She was still on the path, which was a good thing, and it appeared that someone was watching her. And even better, it wasn't a bad looking someone. Always a plus.
Dalia acknowledged her newfound audience with a curt nod, blazing forward with just as much reckless abandonment as someone racing to beat a train. She hiked up the waist of her low rise cut-up jeans, flipped her bangs out of her face, and prepared to look very impressive.
Unfortunately for her ulterior motive, DJ had gotten a little crusty. She kicked one foot into the air, arched her back, but struggled to catch a hold on her free foot. Her simple inverted spin landed her in the dusty undergrowth on the side of the track. Great, now she looked stupid and was dirty. And that wet feeling on the side of her ankle probably wasn't a good sign. If anyone else had known her skating lingo, they would have laughed at the irony.
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Post by Magical Foots Tree on Aug 13, 2009 21:47:19 GMT -5
Lyn winced in sympathy as he saw the skater fall-- that had to have hurt. He temporarily abandoned his book on the bench to go and see if she was okay, since he could pick up the scent of blood on the air. "Hey, are you okay there?" he called as he approached the girl.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a trickle of red, but studiously kept his gaze off of it. He had downed a bottle of pig's blood from the mini fridge in his dorm (always well stocked) earlier that day, but Lyn still wanted to be on the safe side. The girl seemed to be okay otherwise, if not a little embarrassed about her fall. With a hand outstretched towards her, Lyn commented "That was quite a spill there. Was the speed worth it, at least?"
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Post by Lapras on Aug 14, 2009 5:09:03 GMT -5
Dalia shifted, albeit uncomfortably, and half-smiled at the gesture. "Yeah, I'm fine." She took the stranger's hand and shakily stood herself upright, quickly taking a moment to fix her hair and brush the dirt off of her ass. Hey, she still wanted to look alright.
After a few seconds of processing that second answer, her smile grew to a downright smirk. "It's always worth it. Though that was a pretty gnarly fall, right?" Dalia silently let her eyes slide down to her throbbing ankle, immediately regretting it.
"Um, hey, thanks for that. I'm Dalia Jude, usually roller skater extraordinaire, and you are...?" She began shaking the hand she already held, though the handhold was a bit awkward. Whatever.
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Post by Magical Foots Tree on Aug 14, 2009 16:20:42 GMT -5
A hearty laugh escaped from Lyn as the girl explained the relationship between her and going fast. He liked getting his thrills in other ways, but he couldn't deny the value of an adrenaline rush. At least she was more or less okay, though he was still avoiding the sight of her wound.
"Delia Jude?" he repeated with a grin, returning the handshake. "Is that first and last, or just first? Either way, nice to meet you. I'm Lyndon Roxburgh, people-watcher extraordinaire. Sometimes. Most people call me Lyn."
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Post by Lapras on Aug 14, 2009 18:45:48 GMT -5
A burst of self-awareness blossomed at her companions laugh, and Dalia Jude could feel heat rushing to her cheeks. Surely she had made herself look like a fool somehow, which wasn't what she was going for at all.
"Dalia, and its two firsts. Or my first and my middle. My last name is Temperance, if you just wanted to know. Lyn? That's a nice name! Very classy. Though people watching is a bit creepy, eh? But I'm glad you were around to help." She smiled more enthusiastically, releasing the captive hand when she felt it appropriate.
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Post by Magical Foots Tree on Aug 16, 2009 1:46:07 GMT -5
"Dalia Jude, right. I'm not exactly great with names," admitted Lyn, thinking to himself, Although it’s not as if I haven’t had enough time to develop that skill. Dalia, Delia… Didn’t I know a Delia once…? I’ll probably remember later. He ran a hand through his hair, still slightly distracted by the thought, then seemed to snap himself back into the present. The scent of blood was still wafting through the air, which reminded him of the current state of Dalia Jude’s ankle.
“Hey, do you want to sit down or something?” he offered, indicating with the sweep of an arm the bench he had occupied earlier. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that his library book was still there: a good sign. “You might want to rest that ankle of yours a bit. I’d recommend it instead of visiting the school nurse, although I don’t think he’d give you any trouble.”
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Post by Lapras on Aug 16, 2009 10:38:55 GMT -5
"Oh, don't worry about that. I don't mind if you forget. Wouldn't be the first time." Dalia Jude shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as she could while her ankle burned. Needless to say, she probably wouldn't be skating for a few days.
She peeked over at the bench. Words could not describe how nice sitting would feel, though she wished she had a pillow for her rear. "Yes, please. That would be swell. But what's so wrong with the nurse...?" She tried not to seem nosy, but she had a feeling that Lyn would know.
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Post by Magical Foots Tree on Aug 18, 2009 2:01:26 GMT -5
“I’ve heard rumors about him and some of the students,” Lyn replied with a vague shrug. “Of course, it’s just hearsay; I can’t speak from personal experience since I’ve never had to go.”
With that, he made his way back towards the bench, plopped himself down—and felt something poke him in the leg. The Pinhoe Egg was staring up at him; truthfully, it was a children’s book, but Lyn had quite the addiction to Dianna Wynne Jones. With a slightly sheepish smile, he picked up the paperback and scooted to the side so that there was room for Dalia Jude. Continuing his earlier explanation, he explained, “But I haven’t heard anything about him and female students, if it matters.”
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