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« Reply #15 on Dec 27, 2007, 10:01pm » | |
He grinned, pleased, and stood. He held his hand out for her to take to stand. His other hand reached down and grabbed his duffel bag, swinging it over his shoulder and took his drink in it. He didn't bother with anything to keep warm, even though he had thought about that earlier, he guessed he would be too distracted by Gwendolyn's beauty to notice, yet actually care that he was cold. Besides, cold wasn't that bad for him, now that he thought about it, he after all, was a hockey player and had been for thirteen years.
Once she was standing, he threw his half finished drink in the garbage and looked to her. So Gwendolyn. Yer ready? he questioned, his voice, masculine yet soft. He walked to the door and held it open. He walked with much confidence and had a very calm but steady stride, a grace a person only had when they were fully aware that they were an excellent athlete, good academic, and overall great person, yes it sounds cocky but it is true, at least, for the male part of things. Girls were a bit different. He looked at Gwendolyn as the entered the colder temperature. A smile crawled across his lips as he watched her. He quickly snuck a glance over her body, taking in her appearance. She definitely was eye catching.
Erik's cell rang and he flipped it open. Baiser le bātard. he breathed, his french rolling off his Swedish tounge. He was a man of many languages; Swedish, Finnish, French, Hungarian, German, Russian, English, and a bit of Dutch, those were just what he was fluent with. He could speak bits of other languages and often figure out what people were saying if they spoke a language he didn't. His face momentarily screwed up, before he flipped his cell shut and shoved it in his pocket. Not bothering to reply to the text. It had been his sister, as usual, and she had been dating a guy for two years and he had broken up with her and she was all depressed now. He hated when one of his sisters was sad. The five of them were a big part of his life before he moved. His three brothers, they were part of the reason he had been so muscular growing up, well, two of the three of them, Tyko was twelve, and Erik knew that he was Tyko's best friend before he moved and that Tyko had been devastated. Tyko was a shy boy, a big, gangly kid but shy. He wasn't even a teen and he was already 5'9". Probably going to end up taller then Dirken, one of the oldest, he and his twin being the oldest, of the children, and Dirken was also the tallest, at 6'6". Xavier was 6'2", which is how you told them apart, that and their hair, Xavier's being a military cut with just a bit of longer hair at the front, and Dirken's was shaggy, but not long.
(Sorry for like, the family tree at the end, I got bored. oh, and Baiser le bātard means fuck the bastard in French.)
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Ryan Atwood - 17 - Ruby - Chino, U.S. - Single
Erik Jackson - 17 - Emerald - Pitea, Sweden - Single
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