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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 20, 2009 21:37:14 GMT
Home Sickness; Homesickness is the distress or impairment caused by an actual or anticipated separation from the specific home environment or attachment objects.
Sound of metal on ice was the only thing that could be heard in the empty rink. He was a bit occupied with perfecting a few things. The puck was at the center of the rink on the blue drop dot. He leaned a bit to the left, turning around the goal. He would quickly charge the puck as fast as he could and the blade pushed the vulcanized rubber from its resting place to catch up with his speed.
Constant speed was kept as he charged the net at the end of the rink. The net was covered with a cover, but it had 5 holes. One in the dead center, and one on each corner of the goal, outlined by a red material. He was about 5 meters from the goal. Eyes up, he would rear the stick back and a loud SMACK would be heard as the puck would go from 3.5 mph to about 98 mph. It hit the blue cover.
He came to a slow stop at the goal, looking down at the puck between his skates. He pushed it out with his skate and sigh, " Fuck...." He murmured before pushing off.
Outfit today wasn't much, pair of Senior Size Reebok Hockey skates, a pair of padded Reebok Hockey pants, and a red and white Calgary Flames practice Jersey. Over his hands where a pair of Reebok gloves. He did not wear a helmet, and no pads on his upper torso. His stick was a regular Composite Reebok stick, with red and black designs.
Coming around he would stop in front of the bench. He reached over picking up the bag on the floor of the bench area and would pluck out the iPod Nano. Quickly removing his jersey, he set it down on the boards and attached the strap case to his left bicep. He flexed his arm to make sure that when he did perform a slap shot he would not snap the strap off, not showing off his muscles at all.
He pushed the ear buds into his ears and quickly looked to his iPod and scrolled to the shuffle option before locking the iPod. Plucking the jersey from the boards he would slide it back over his head before pushing off the boards. The song in his ears was Indestructible by Disturbed. Something to get his blood flowing a bit and take his mind off of everything else.
Skating around the goal with the covering on it he would begin to accelerate, trying to max out his speed from goal to goal.
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Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 20, 2009 22:03:23 GMT
She wore a pair of bleached, jean shorts with a high waist and two more buttons than there probably should have been, hidden underneath a black and white checkered jacket with a white halter neck t-shirt underneath. On her size five feet was a pair of bright pink chucks; high-tops, laced up so far before being turned over so the inside was visible to anyone who was everyone. Her hair was down, cascading across and down one side of her body, fringe in her eyes as usual. The hood of her jacket was pulled up over her head and a pair of sunglasses hid the bright green and tired eyes. Physically worn out from her pointless exercise at three in the morning, she walked.
And she walked slowly, taking her own sweet time with her hands plunged deep into the pockets of her jacket, pulled around her slender figure tightly. A low yawn escaped dry lips, eyes closed and attention to where she was walking elsewhere. Tessa's mind was still back in her dorm, laying to rest on her pillow; covered over by her thick duvet and bright blanket. How she wished that she was in her bed right now, cuddled up to herself, duvets surrounding her, keeping her warm and pushing aside memories of the past. Ah, the wonders of a bed and sleep filled with sweet, sweet dreams.
Quite vaguely, Tessa was aware of the fact that she'd been wandering around for ages, circling the dorm buildings several times in one hour and the whole campus, several more times in a number of hours - as was per usual when she could not sleep. The brunette didn't understand why sleep never came so easily to her as reading a book, or writing a song; however she'd never questioned it and effectively had never questioned her sanity over it, either. Though this did not deterr her from just wandering around and not sleeping like a normal person was, Tessa was afraid of the dark, a lot.
At least now it beginning to get lighter, right? That probably wasn't a good thing, Tessa had been awake a lot longer than she would have liked and was currently headed in the general direction of the ice rink - a place that she had always thought was cold. Too cold. However, she plodded on and it wasn't too long before she found herself standing in the ice rink, watching a familiar figure skate around on the ice. Tessa stood there watching him for a good five minutes, shivering ever so slightly. "Iaaaann." She finally called, her Quebecan accent rang out through the room.
It was a funny sight to see; Tessa cuddling herself, shivering and trying to not yawn as she stood there, watching him play.
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 20, 2009 22:25:05 GMT
Brown hues moved over the ice as he would nearly glide over the ice it seemed. His hair was pushed back by the air surrounding him. The stick being held by his left hand, the blade resting on the ice, moving over. He circled around a goal.
Before she called out his name he would remove the head phones and let them dangle over his chest. When he heard his name being called out he would turn. It caught him off guard. " Fuck!" He called out, before he lost his balance. He would fall flat on his ass and his momentum caused him to keep sliding on the ice, right into the boards.
He hit the wall shoulder first, not the iPod shoulder first actually. His head hit second. He doubled over holding his shoulder but would just slowly stand up, shaking his head. Looking around he saw Tessa and smiled. He raised his arm to wave at her, but it hurt to much," Hi!" He called back, in a bit of pain now.
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Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 21, 2009 19:14:51 GMT
Like a cold, stormy day in August; Tessa Phoenix was not prepared to watch the consequences against her actions unfold before her very own eyes. Had she known that it was a ridiculous moment to call out someone's name whilst they were busy, then the tall, brunette would have kept her mouth shut and waited until the male had acknowledged her presence before calling out his name. As it were, Tessa was a rather incredible creature and was always putting her foot in it, somehow; mostly without some kind of consequence - either that or she just didn't care about it.
So, effectively, the eighteen year old simply stood there, rather stupidly, gawking at Ian as he lost his perfect momentum, tumbled to the ground and slid, gracefully, across the ice, before crashing heavily into the border. Actually feeling as though this was her fault, Tessa continued to just stand there. Her bright green eyes wide and her perfectly white teeth chewing on the inside of her lower lip. It was all some what comical, to an outsider. Especially when Tessa leapt over the barrier, onto the ice, fell straight over and skidded, on her knees, over the ice, to Ian. "Shit, sorry sweetcheeks." she gasped.
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 21, 2009 19:23:19 GMT
He would cringe in pain. He gave himself dead arm it seemed like. His arm was numb up and down, but he could move it. It still hurt like hell. His un-harmed arm came up and he rubbed the spot where he struck. HE was going a good 20, maybe 25 miles per hour when he hit.
Eyes moved over to the girl as she jumped over the boards of the bench and he only smiled a bit into his painful cringing. When she fell he only let out a small chuckle. He began to move his arm and hand as much as he could to get the blood flowing again.
Currently, he was sitting on his rear end. When she slid over to him he only heard her apology and he shook his head drawing in a breath looking over at her,"Nah, It's all good. Just gotta work on not getting distracted. You kinda scared me," Said while giving her a handsome smile, "You okay? Took a bad fall getting over the boards I see." He chuckled, letting her know he saw the fall which was, well comical to him.
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Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 21, 2009 20:27:45 GMT
The ice was cold, bitter and scraped her bare knees as she slid across it, to the one called Ian. Hearing him chuckle at her fall made her feel slightly better than she had been feeling moments before. At least he saw the funny side of her own tumble, especially after she had just stood there staring at him after making him fall. Now that she felt wet and overly exhausted, Tessa just sat there, on her knees, trying to ignore the strange pain in them whilst she made sure he was okay.
"You were going pretty damn fast, I probably should have waited before gaining your attention." Tessa spoke fast, too fast. "Sorry for scaring you sweetcheeks, next time I'll make sure you're on safer land before I do. Ice is kinda dangerous." She flashed him a delicate grin before shifting her position so that she was kind of sitting on him, instead of on the ice. It was much warmer and a rather comfortable position. "Eh, I'm fine. That was kind of fun, but I don't really want to have to repeat it any time soon." she laughed lightly, shaking her head too.
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 21, 2009 20:46:13 GMT
The pain in his arm was intense now, but he could feel it now beginning to die down after the worste of it. His fingers felt a bit tingly and his head was no longer telling him, OW THAT FUCKING HURTS! He had dislocated that shoulder numerous of times, this time he was lucky. Hell he was not even wearing pads at all.
He could feel her sit on his lap. He understood, since she was wearing shorts, which actually looked really good on her. She had a nice body, he thought. He removed the gloves and looked to her with a smile, " Yeah, guess I should get better at stopping, eh?" Uh oh, candian Eh's coming out now. Which meant he was a bit nervous. He always did get nervous around good looking girls like Tessa of coarse.
" What are you doing here anyway? And out so late?" He asked, shifting a little to get comfy underneath her, his back leaning against the board.
He was never really nervous when it came to talking to girls, but when it was a girl he was either attracted to or who he seemed to like a little bit. He had only met this girl once, and that was just like, a 10 minute conversation. She was very beautiful though, and was very small which was sort of attractive to him. He reached up to move some of the long brown hair from his sweaty forehead so it wouldn't bother him.
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Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 21, 2009 21:13:06 GMT
At least his lap was a lot warmer than the ice she had been sitting on. Tessa felt comfortable with sitting on him and apparently he didn't seem to mind; especially because he made no move to shift her off of his lap, or told her to get off. So, she stayed sitting there, comfortable. "Nah, I should learn to wait." the brunette told him with a quick nod of her head. "That way I probably wouldn't get in as much trouble as I normally do." Tessa laughed lightly, she was always getting in some kind of trouble; whether it was her fault or not - she didn't mind though.
"Eh, I couldn't sleep so I went for my usual wander around campus at three in the morning." Tess explained to him, wrapping her arms around herself because she was still shivering from being in a cold place. "Evidently I should probably wear more clothes when faced with cold, such as ice." the eighteen year watched out of the corner of her eyes as he raised a hand to his forehead and pushed some of his brown locks out of his eyes. She stretched her long legs out in front of her and placed the soles of her feet flat on the ice, leaning into Ian a little more.
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 21, 2009 21:25:49 GMT
He had no problem with her sitting on him. It felt nice to have some type of company. He would reach to his arm and quickly turn off the iPod through the shirt. He swallowed hard. He was getting a but uncomfortable, but as long as she was comfy he was okay. He never really had a girl do this sort of thing after only meeting him twice it seemed. Guess she didn't mind, so he didn't either.
When she leaned against his chest he would let out a breath and swallowed once again, " Yeah, I couldn't sleep either... Kinda home sick." But the Home sickness was the last thing on his mind right now as he would shrug his hurt shoulder, the pain now gone from his shoulder. " Yeah, you could wear some thicker clothing when in an ice rink." He let out a small chuckle looking around to see if anyone was watching.
He would run his hand over the ice underneath him a bit, feeling its smoothness.
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Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 21, 2009 21:45:27 GMT
Pursing her lips together, Tessa looked around the ice rink at all the seats, the borders/barriers and everything else in the vicinity; or within her eye-sight range, anyway. If he was getting uncomfortable then she would move - prehaps they could move off of the ice and take a seat in the stands? However she did not voice this since she was already comforatable enough there.
He let out a breath as she leaned her slender body into him, getting more comfortable. He swallowed and Tessa wondered why he'd done that? Was it because she was hurting him? It couldn't be, could it? The brunette raised a skinny hand to her face and itched the side of her nose as he spoke. "Understandable." she mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around herself as far as she could possibly go. "Shorts no good then, eh?" she asked with a slight giggle, looking around the ice rink. No-one was watching them. Then again, not many people were awake.
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 21, 2009 22:01:46 GMT
He felt her lean further into him and his stomach crawled up to his throat. He was sweating before, but it also hid the fact that he was sweating now. Only on his fore head, no where else. His eyes looking to the back of her head, and then around the arena. It seemed as if he was following where she was looking, but he didn't know where she was looking.
Now Ian was a big guy. He had big arms, all muscle, broad chest, all muscle, big legs, all muscle, and even all muscle abs. He was all muscle it seemed, and he ate like a man on death row during his last meal no matter which meal.
He felt her shivering against him and he watched her arms go around her slender form. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them. Smiling, he slid his arms over hers now, pulling her a bit closer to help her warm up. HE could tell she was freezing, due to the fact her arms where ice cold. He would just wrap both arms around her. His arms where quite warm. He smiled," Better?" He asked with a handsome smile.
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Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 21, 2009 22:06:46 GMT
Her eyes wandered as her feet usually did when she was in a standing position. She wished that she hadn't come out of the confines of her dorm so early in the morning, when it was so damn cold, and she wished that she'd had the common sense to wear a pair of jeans instead of shorts, halter neck t-shirt and her checkered jacket. Shivering was something she hated doing and as of the moment she was doing an awful lot of it; even as she sat in Ian's lap, close proximity.
Then he slid his arms over hers, pulling her even closer to his chest than she had been moments before. The corners of her mouth twitched up into a faint smile as she twisted in his lap, turning herself sideways so that she could steal his body heat. He asked her if it was better and smiled that handsome smile of his. Tessa nodded, still smiling faintly as she replied. "Much."
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 21, 2009 22:12:58 GMT
When she twisted in his lap so her knees bent over his right thigh, and her rear end seated on his left thigh. His arms still around her slender form. He looked into her green eyes, which where rather beautiful. He nodded at her comment about her being warmer now,"Good, Don't want you freezing your butt off do we, eh?" He said, fucking Eh's. He just let his hand rest on her side now.
He heard a door slam and laughing in the distance along with rapid foot steps. He shook his head only a little bit," I guess tomorrow there will be pictures of us holding each other on he bulletin board in the Canteen, eh?" God damn Eh's! He would shrug," Eh, I don't care."
He didn't care much for drama, but also didn't really care what people said about him, just as long as it didn't hurt others he cared for. And if it hurt Tessa well, he would have a word with some people.
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Post by - - tessa phoenix ,, on Jul 22, 2009 8:09:09 GMT
Funny as it may sound, considering her personality type and the way she acted around people, Tessa had never actually been in a position quite like this one before. At least not where she was physically sitting in a person's lap, smiling faintly to herself at the comfortable-ness of it all. She smiled a little more when he looked into her eyes before lowering her head slightly and reaching up to pull the hood of her checkered hoodie down. "No, we don't want that at all." concurred!
As soon as she heard the door slam, Tessa looked around in the general direction of the laughing and the quickened footsteps. For some strange reason, the brunette thought that it would be a good idea to get out of Ian's lap and go confront the people whom had just ruined this moment with herself and Ian; her confrontational side coming out, however she held her peace instead.
"Eh, I'm used to things like that; if you've read the gossip board, then you'd see that I'm in it, apparently close to Valentino Di Canio." She looked up to him with a faint smile and a nod.
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Post by ian phaneuf on Jul 22, 2009 15:48:32 GMT
He would pull her a bit closer now, so there was no more closer she could get, if that made any sense. He leaned back against the wall and looked to her, then around. He did not care for gossip, or drama. He honestly could care less what someone had to say about him, only if it was about one of his friends and it hurt them. Then he was going to get mad. And you won't like him when he is angry, not like he turned GREEN and started destroying buildings, just he got really creative.
When she looked back up at him he would nod to what she said, " Interesting..." He said, giving he the same handsome smile. She was looking at him, and he was looking straight back into her beautiful green eyes and just smiled. He was thinking of doing something, but would it be uncalled for? Would she actually accept it as a compliment? Or would she slap him across the face for it? Wouldn't hurt to try.
When she was done speaking, if she was speaking at all, he would lean in a little bit, enough so he was close enough to well.. Dur, Kiss her. His lips against hers now. After a few seconds; Approximately 10. He would pull away and just let out a breath with a small smile and let his head hang, " Sorry," that was the only word to come out of his mouth.
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