Triple Deak Ice Rink & Sporting Goods - Wednesday Morning

[bombay-quack.livejournal.com]

Gordon Bombay peered up at the sky as he opened the door to the ice rink. The clouds blocked the sun and the thunder rumbled every so often. He pulled his jacket tighter around him. It wasn't too cold, nothing compared to Minnesota winters, but storms never signalled good times ahead. "Great," he muttered and headed out to buy some coffee. Fulton remained behind and started setting up for the day.

[OOC: Feel free to come and skate. Fulton is free to be NPCed and serve you. He doesn't talk much. The mun is going sleepy-byes.]

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[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Ever since the curfew had been instituted, Shane's daily routine had changed somewhat. Instead of having the whole day to herself (apart from the couple of days a week where she sat in on Tara's classes), she had just a few hours, but she still appreciated having them. As much as she loved being with her friends and her girlfriends, sometimes it was nice to have some time just for herself.

Having seen the new ice rink when she'd been helping Tara and a few of the other townies decorate for Red Appreciation Day, Shane had taken a look at the sign listing the operating hours and filed it away for herself.

Arriving on her skateboard, she's dressed warmly in her corduroys, her wool coat, fingerless gloves and boots. Stepping inside, she rents a pair of beat-up black skates from the guy behind the counter and leaves her skateboard and boots with him for safekeeping.

It only takes a couple of minutes to lace up her skates and then all there is, is the sweet hiss of metal against ice as she skates in slow, aimless circles.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Crossing back from Beka's, Tara sees Shane enter the rink, and quietly follows. She smiles at the counter-guy as she passes, debating for a moment before renting a pair of skates.

Shane. On the ice. Graceful, almost dancing.

She sits silently in the stands, skates lying forgotten beside her. Watching.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Eyes focused on the ice, Shane pulls her cigarettes from her pocket. She has no idea if there are any rules against smoking in the place, but she figures it's early and there's no one else there anyway. So what harm could it do...?

She presses a cigarette between her lips, both feet side by side and still, though her momentum keeps her slowly moving forward, as she lights it and then pockets her pack and lighter again.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara laughs silently, watching the smoke curl upwards.

"Evil," she murmurs quietly.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Cigarette dangling from her lips, Shane reaches up and scratches both of her hands through her hair as she turns her right foot slightly at the ankle and gives herself a proper push along the ice.

There's really no rhyme or reason to her movements... just simple movement for the joy of it...

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Eyes locked on Shane, Tara fumbles in her bag for her notebook and pen.

There's a tune in her head, a silent accompaniment to Shane's movements, and rough words scrawl across the page, irrespective of the neatly drawn lines.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane allows the blade of her right skate to drag lightly along on the ice for a few moments before she sets the edge on the ice again and then gives herself another gentle push with her left foot.

Taking a deep drag off of her cigarette, she lets her hands slip from her hair so that she can pull her cigarette from her mouth, exhaling smoke as she eases herself into a long, lazy circle on the ice...

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Watching, Tara begins to hum the forming tune, utterly captivated and oblivious to the motions of her pen until it trails completely off the page. The pressure draws her attention, looking down to see a long blue line on her beige trousers.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Letting her head loll back on her shoulders, Shane stares up at the lights and the bare metal rafters over head for a few moments, just feeling the chilled air flowing over her skin as she moves.

Movement... progress... motion... it's probably one of the most positive things she knows in her life...

[brambless.livejournal.com]

No, she's not going to interrupt this - this private, almost sacred moment. Even viewing it feels too much like a violation of Shane's privacy - but she wouldn't take it back.

Quietly rising, she returns her unused skates to Fulton, and wanders away, mumbling phrases as she works on the song that floats in her head.