"You know, I feel really chatty today," muttered Cyan to no one. He scooped his brown curls over his head as his blue eyes gazed around utterly confused.
"I've been here before, haven't I? For, uh, one of those classes..." He crossed his arms against the cold wind. A haze of snow came down around him. This somehow made him think of... "A squid."
"A squid? Why a squi--Oh! We had astronomy over here, didn't we?"
He carelessly walked along, crunching on the snow underfoot with his boots. He came across some ice and calmly stomped on it, delighting in the sounds of it cracking. However, his mouth wasn't quite shaped in a smile, and one might notice some worry drooping on his brow.
He stuffed one mittened hand in a pocket of his coat and carelessly traced a series of lines and curves against one large snow-covered stone wall of the dueling field.
Cyan was here.
"Actually, it's only a series of curves, isn't it? Curves and loop-de-loops. Maybe this'll be my last message," he monologued quietly, "if I don't find my way the bloody hell out of here. After attending this school for like a month, you'd think I'd know how to not get lost in this random plot of land by now.
"Wow, though. I feel like I'm stuck in a bloody snow globe. If only I could, ya know, summon some hot chocolate or something..."
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Selene Copperfield on Dec 28, 2010 13:27:43 GMT -5
Snow in Spain! This was unprecedented! Drat, Selene wanted to test out the broom her dad had got from Vicki's today. Oh well - well why not? If she bundled up really well and wore the under armor her mother had charmed for her, she should be ok. She'd been shocked when she found it at the bottom of the cloths section of her trunk but now she was glad it was there.
After bundling up she got out the new Ashleigh Seeker 2.0 and went down to the front door. Walking out passed the Arch she got on her broom and took off. After rounding the lake at breakneck speeds she decided to head toward the Dueling field to see if anyone was facing off. She loved sports especially Quidditch and was a decent player, but she'd never really got into dueling even for sport. Maybe this would be the year.
As Selene practiced her turns, around the pitch, she noticed a boy wondering around below her. She did a loop-de-loop and skidded to a stop just before him. Putting her Quidditch goggles up onto her head and lowering her scarf she asked;
"How's it going? You looked a little confused from up there, is everything ok?"
"Wah--Whoa!" exclaimed Cyan as a soaring eagle swooped down from the skies, riding a golden chariot of wood.
"Alas! Oh, ebony-haired goddess," he responded, not quite realizing he was speaking things he would normally only think, "have you come to rescue me from my dastardly plight?"
The girl was pretty, sitting on a broom and wearing goggles in this blizzard. Cyan approached, squinting as the wind blasted snow against into his face. His lovely brown curls would certainly be tangled after all of this.
"My name's Cyan," he continued. "I was trying to find my way back to the school, but I became lost in this snow globe-like weather.
"Will you save me from this frost, my fair maiden?"
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Selene Copperfield on Jan 27, 2011 14:09:34 GMT -5
Laughing as the boy called her fair maiden, Selene smiled and wondered where thought he was from. Narnia, perhaps?
"Sure I will. My name's Selene by the way. Hop on, and hold on tight! The Seeker 2.0 is darn fast if I do say so myself.
Selene hadn't though about the snow being this bad from way up in the air, maybe once she got this boy back she should go back out and search for other lost students. At that moment a large gust of wind blew a spray of snow in her face and she squinted her eyes shut. Or maybe they should both get hot chocolates with a squirt of toffee from the Feasting Hall instead.
"Hm... I wonder if I'm speaking curiously today," muttered Cyan to himself, quite literally unable to stop as another spray of snow flecked his chocolate-colored hair.
"You're a quidditch player?" he asked, seating himself behind the dame atop the broom.
"I've never, uh, ridden a broom before. Where do my hands go? I was home-schooled for the first couple school years at home," he babbled, "so no one exactly, uh... taught me how to do something like this."
Cyan felt the wood (literal, not metaphorical, you perverts) between his legs as he held out his mittened hands awkwardly.
"Oh and, uh, if you'll forgive me, little angel--oh dear, did I just say 'little angel'?--it seems I drank some Babbling Beverage and, for the life of me, just can't shut up."
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Selene Copperfield on Feb 1, 2011 19:17:55 GMT -5
Against her better intentions Selene giggled, but thankfully the sound was swept away by the wind.
"Don't worry about it," she said, then she tapped the handle of the broom with her wand, causing the cushioning charm to elongate so that the boy wouldn't be uncomfortable as they flew. " When I was very young I was called many things, and I don't mean bad names, I mean like nicknames. Believe me I've heard it all." Selene smiled and put her goggles back down over her eyes.
"As for what to do with your hands, as long as you don't squeeze me to death you can put them around my middle, like so." Selene gently took his hands and put them around her just about where her rib cage ended. "I'm not a Quidditch player like, professional or anything. But I've played in some pickup games before, but what I really like is broom racing. If it doesn't go fast it's simply not a good broomstick! All set?"
Selene waited for a reply then said; "Ok, hang on to your wand!" Then kicked off from the ground and flew off into the wild white yonder, in the direction (she hoped) of the front archway.
"You're real cute, ya know," replied Cyan mindlessly as the dame wrapped his hands around her middle. As in, like...
"This is really intimate, isn't it? The, uh, p-position, I mean. And you like it fast. Oh, gosh, why can't I just shuuuuuuu--AAAHHHHHHHH!"
He squeezed his savior more tightly and shut his eyes as snow bashed against them. "I feel butterflies in my stomach," he mumbled, "about ready to burst loose. I'm even shaking"--and shaking he was--"ohgodohgodohgodwhenarewegonnastopandland? Ishould'vejustwalkedinstead. Thisishorrible..."
His heart raced a stampede, even against his shut eyelids.
"I think I know what I'm scared of now. A fear of heights," he continued to mutter. "How lame."
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Selene Copperfield on Feb 8, 2011 12:08:26 GMT -5
Selene likely would have laughed at the boy's connecting of her innocent remarks and chocked it up to his being a guy, and the rather odd situation. However the wind was getting stronger, and she was busy urging the broom in the right direction.
After more time than it might have taken in good weather, she spotted the arch and made a beeline though it and landed gently on the front steps of the school.
"We made it! Phew . . . um . . . if you want to go in, you're going to have to let me go and help me open the doors."
"Oh." Cyan slowly opened one eye as he carefully put a foot to the ground. He tapped in lightly before quickly releasing the maiden's midsection and hopping off into the snow as if his life was in danger.
"I swear, I'll never ever do that again," he babbled, rubbing his half-frozen arms. "Flying, I mean. Huggingyoumaybe--it's not like I reallymindedthatpartatall... How embarrassing! Please, make me shut up?
"Why does my hair feel funny?" He curiously felt along his half-frozen head with a hand. His beautiful chocolate curls had been buffeted back by the wind enough to make his style resemble a sloppy musician's at a high-class concert. Well, until one looked at the snow heavily powdering it like a ridiculously fierce battle against dandruff.
"Right, right," he answered in reply a moment later, blushing from the pure fury and cold of the winds. "I'm quite happy to be on the bloody ground again." He wrapped his gloved hands around the handle for one of the really frickin' massive doors.
"Ready when you are."
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Selene Copperfield on Apr 30, 2011 15:54:02 GMT -5
OOC: omg I am sorry! That was a LONG absence, you don't have to reply if you don't want. Just IM me if you deiced not to.
IC: Selene took a strap out from her pocket and tied both ends around the broom in different spots. Then she slung it onto her back like a backpack and walked over to help him open the door.
As she'd expected the door was rather hard to open, especially in this weather, but luckily -once they'd pushed their way in- the door swung closed behind them of it's own accord as if it didn't like the weather as much as they did.
"Phew! Glad we are out of that. Now, what's this about making you shut up? Has someone put a curse on you?"
Selene reached out to feel his forehead, wondering if perhaps this was the type of babbling curse that coincided with a fever. However, because she'd been wearing the lovely warm mittens her father had acquired from Northern Europe, (presumably from the nearest village to Durmstrang by the he said it and winked at her when he gave them to her) and because she's been gripping the handle of her broom so tight, her hands were still very warm and not in a condition to tell if Cyan's head was warmer than usual.
"Maybe we should go up to the Hospital Wing," she suggested, removing her hand, "I am sure they would be able to figure out if you've been cursed or something."
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5