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Post by Renny on Feb 14, 2014 23:53:46 GMT
OH NO. Chocolate is good, it does count.
Chocolate always counts<33
Okie dokie. I'm gonna use Alexander, or Sasha. He's tall, lanky and sandy-haired He is a bit reserved and quiet, but he's got a sparkle to his eyes, and he's got a dry sense of humor.
did I mention he has a sexy Russian accent?
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Post by Fae on Feb 14, 2014 23:56:09 GMT
O M G
I'm in love with Russian... everything right now xD
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 0:14:52 GMT
WE ARE TWINS.
I thought I was the only one. I love Russian everything too.
It's because of the Russian Knitting Circle and the Olympics in Sochi.
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Post by Fae on Feb 15, 2014 0:34:33 GMT
YESSS lol
I love the accents and I just want to go there haha
and sorry it kind of sucks, I'm a bit rusty on rping
It was a warm summer day, not to cold, not to hot. Just the perfect weather. On days like these everyone one from the small town of Lakeview (I don’t even know) could be found at well the lake of course. The clear water seemed to sparkle beneath the warm rays of sun, and tiny smooth brown pebbles could be seen, tiny fish floating through the cracks.
One person in particular though did not take notice of the fish, nor the way the water shimmered. This person, a petite girl, could be seen lying on her back along one of the many large rocks that were dotted on the banks of the lake. Medium lengthed wavy hair was spread around her face like a fan, the light of the sun coaxing the lighter browns and shades of gold to appear, and the slight breeze causing a delicate strand to fly across her face every once in a while.
She looked rather serene and peaceful, though getting to know this girl who was named Rosalie Hale, but more often called Rose, would reveal that she was anything but. She was loud and probably a bit annoying sometimes, but she was also funny and easy to get along with. She had a bit of a contradicting personality, one that for some would be hard to get used to. She was mostly considered a tomboy, and had probably always had more guy friends than girls. Rose was clueless on most things (probably because of the carefree attitude), but oddly knowing about others. It was just too bad that a serial killer wasn’t on the list of things she knew about. Oops.
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 3:20:15 GMT
America was a beautiful place. It was warm, but not too much. Alexander, or more likely known Sasha liked winter better than summer, but he enjoyed the warm weather, especially now he didn't skate too much anymore.
Sasha was a beautiful man, with soft, slightly shaggy sandy golden-brown hair and dark chocolatr eyes. He was tall, long, and muscular. He was almost like a Greek god, sculpted and athletic from years of hard-core hockey.
He'd moved to this town to be away from the family drama back home. Plus, he heard the summers were mild and the lake froze in the winter for skating. However, this morning, it was more like a swimming day for most people. But not Sasha. He wasn't into water that wasn't frozen.
In the early coolness of the morning he walked down from his newly bought home. Not too many people were out. A couple of people taking laps in the deep blue lake and some sunbathing. Kids still slept in and parents went to work.
Except for a petite blonde, laying in the sun. Sasha had taken to the shady side, sitting down where it was cool in a lightweight gray hoodie and some shorts. He looked casual, almost beach bum. He pulled out a book from the small bag he'd brought and sat down on the sand, for once, feeling calm and content.
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Post by Fae on Feb 15, 2014 4:11:29 GMT
A splash from the lake sent a few crystalline water droplets into the air, the cool spray landing on Rose's face and arms, startling her enough for her to sit up and open her eyes. Typically this would have caused her to shout at the stupid boys who disturbed her peace and make them apologize... but something stopped her.
It was like in a movie, the girl turns just at the right moment and spots the boy you just know she'll end up with in the end. In this case it was Rose's green and blue optics that happened to land on the tall lanky figure of a boy she'd never met before. And trust me, she would've remembered if she had met him. Where she was petite and slim, he was the opposite, muscular and tall. Even with the hoodie, there was no hiding his size.
She couldn't help but study him for a moment, watching as he chose to sit in the shade instead of the sun, then still as he took a book out.
It wasn't long until she realized she was staring, yet unlike most people who would quickly turn away and go back to minding their own business, this blonde stood up from her perch on the rock and walked over instead, not stopping until she stood right in front of the stunning man.
"You're new." That was it. A simple statement. Not a cheerful 'Hi! What's your name?' or even a 'My names Rose,' to begin a normal conversation. That's Rosalie Hale for you, pink lips tilting up in what could be called an inviting, slightly cute smile and all.
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 4:29:56 GMT
Sasha could hear feet gently squishing into sand, but he didn't look up. He figured that person would just walk on by. He flipped a page when a voice came to his ears.
"You're new." a simple enough statement.
He didn't look up. He flipped a page. "Yeah, I am." His voice was coated with an accent, a Russian one. Warm and thick like honey, but easily understandable from his mouth forming English words for so long. "How'd you know?" He asked somewhat sarcastically. His book was in Russian, his accent, and the fact this town was tiny.
He looked up at her, dark optics connecting with her own swirling blue-green optics. He found a slightly wry smile on his lips. A signature Sasha look. She was beautiful, but he looked unfazed
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Post by Fae on Feb 15, 2014 5:05:45 GMT
Rosalie's grin, oddly enough, widened in response to the hint of sarcasm in Sasha's accented words. She gave a casual small shrug of her shoulders, "Lucky guess."
With that she let herself down easily, sitting in front of the new boy comfortably with her arms stretched out behind her and her legs crossed at the ankle in front. As if she had always belonged there.
She had a lot of different questions she felt like asking, and took a moment as she sifted through them to pick one. Tilting her head to the side slightly, her light eyes met his darker ones unflinchingly, and she finally decided on a question. "So, what's your name?" it was the obvious choice, at least to her. Of course she'd much rather just dive into the questions she had about him being Russian, like, oh you know, how to speak it, no biggie. But she figured being at least a bit polite and welcoming would be nice.
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 15:53:27 GMT
Sasha smiled slightly. He noted her grin widen and how she sat down. She wasn't fazed by him either, which was a nice change. Not many people knew how to handle him. He watched her settle down and sit in front of him. Deciding he probably wasn't going to get in any reading, he set the book down on his bag, relaxing and looking at her.
A nice question, pretty typical, standard question. He looked at her, and saw a curiosity in her eyes. He was kind of surprised. He wasn't really very interesting, at least, that's what Pasha always told him. He smirked slightly. "Alexander, but everyone calls me Sasha." He said shrugging. "And yours?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. A couple strands of slightly overgrown honey colored hair fell into his eyes.
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Post by Fae on Feb 15, 2014 16:24:16 GMT
Rose watched as he set the book aside, her mind slowing down enough to realize she'd sort of rudely interrupted his reading time. "Mm, sorry for interrupting you and all..." she herself wasn't much of a reader, but she'd bothered enough people in her life to realize that most of those 'readers' got aggravated if interrupted.
Alexander. That was the name of the boy who could've been a Greek god. She decided it suited him. "How do you get Sasha from.. oh wait! it's one of those weird Russian nickname things, right?" she gave a small pause before carefully adding, "I mean, that's where you're from, right? Russia. That's the accent?" her light voice held a musical lilt to it, her words coming out in a slight rush, yet still inviting Sasha to answer her questions.
Blue-green flitted off his face, focusing instead on a strand of rich honey colored hair that fell from place. She felt like reaching over to help put them back herself, but his question easily distracted her before she did. "Oh, my names Rosalie, but I go by Rose." and her light eyes fell back on his face.
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 17:19:10 GMT
Sasha didn't really mind, he shook his head and waved it off slightly, leaning back on his hands. This was so much more entertaining. He hadn't gotten too much into his book, reading most of it on the long flight from his hometown in Russia to the United States. He hadn't enjoyed the long plane flight, and it felt good to be back on the ground. It was hard to get into a book in Russian when he mostly thinks in English now. Sometimes, when he's tired he'll accidently slip back into Russian, or he'd curse in Russian.
He chuckled at her rushed words. He nodded. "Yeah, the accent kind of gave it away, da?" He added the end for a bit of effect. He smirked slightly. Yeah, everyone seemed to ask about the 'Alexander' to 'Sasha', deal. It was with the spelling, and how nicknames are. Like with his friend; Pavel, his name went to Pasha. "Yeah, definitely weird Russian nickname things," he teased, smirking slightly. He smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, Rose," he said.
He ran a hand through his hair, it brushing off to the side and again, then it promptly fell bright back into his eyes. He frowned, going a little cross-eyed looking up at it. He huffed slightly and it flipped upward, before he moved it away, off to the side this time. His dark eyes found their way back to Rose's face, focusing mostly on her lips and her cheeks, trailing over her jaw and chin, trying not to go below the neck. He's a gentleman, well probably.
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Post by Fae on Feb 15, 2014 20:47:26 GMT
Rose's pink lips titled up into a small smile when he waved off her apology, making her feel a bit better. Sitting there though, next to someone who had obviously come a long way made her feel like traveling and just going somewhere. For her whole life she'd always lived in the same small town, which she didn't exactly mind, you know she had her friends, and an easy life. But hey, if not a big move, a vacation to some place once in awhile would at least be nice.
The added 'da' at the end of his sentence pulled another grin from the small framed girl, "Oh no, of course not, it's because I'm psychic." the sarcasm flowed easily off her tongue, the bite of her words softened slightly by the smile on her lips and the sparkling mischief in her eyes. She was really beginning to like this new boy, and his next little tease confirmed the thought as a laugh bubbled helplessly from her lips. "You too." she murmured, smiling in return.
She watched as he attempted setting his hair back into place, laughing a bit as his he went cross-eyed before closing her own light orbs and leaning back a bit more on her arms. Her legs were in the cool shade but she was close enough to the edge that leaning back like the way she did allowed the warm sun to reach her face. She stayed like that for a moment, the rays of the sun accentuating her pink cheeks and gold lashes before she finally opened her eyes, only to notice Sasha studying her face.
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 22:49:46 GMT
Sasha looked away from her, and over to the waves. Gentle lapping from the center of the lake, drifted by a lovely breeze. He took a deep breath, the warm fresh water scent rolling into his senses as well as a soft scent that came from her. A dainty kind of perfume from her. He watched the sun glow on her rosy cheeks and her lashes fluttered along with her soft hair.
He looked up through the tree leaves above him, the sun streaming through them, dappling onto his skin and hair. The sky was so blue and this place was so beautiful. But part of him felt a bit homesick. He swallowed slightly, glancing back down to her, managing a weak smile. "So, how long have you lived here?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
He really hadn't met any girl like her. So confident in herself, but had such a sarcastic side, one that wasn't gushing all over him. Now, she was interesting. He was sure his friends would agree, as everyone in this tiny town. Just as they would with him. He was sure someone would say how good they'd look together, but Sasha thought, but he didn't know too much about her, hence the question, tilted head, and slightly raised eyebrow.
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Post by Fae on Feb 15, 2014 23:31:07 GMT
"It's a nice day, don't you think?" she murmured contently, not really expecting an answer in return from Sasha. She followed his gaze towards the water, the gentle babbling of the lake seeming to calm her where usually she would be loud and a bit hyper.
Maybe later she would go for a swim, and maybe Sasha would be so kind as to join her. The thought made her grin slightly as she turned to look back at him, listening as he asked a question. The weak smile didn't escape her notice of course, but she didn't ask, not letting her curiosity get the better of her for once, "My whole life, really..." her worlds trailed off as she sat up criss-cross applesauce style, bringing her face closer to his. She tugged at the grass by her knees for a bit before glancing up to meet his eyes, tilting her head back a bit to make up for the difference in height.
"How about you? Well I guess I mean did you move here recently, or are you just visiting?" Rose couldn't help but hope that he was there to stay. After all, he was probably the only person interesting enough to keep her entertained for more than a couple of minutes, and keep her from distractions. She also didn't care that her blue-green eyes were probably shining with the curiosity of what his answer would be. Maybe the slight obviousness that she enjoyed his company better than most would be a good thing.
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Post by Renny on Feb 15, 2014 23:48:02 GMT
Sasha didn't respond to her first comment. It was kind of a statement, obvious. He hummed slightly, it could be taken as one of content, but also of agreement. His eyes opened, and he looked down at her, head tilting forward as she answered. So, she had lived here forever? She didn't seem like your typical bratty small town kid, or even remotely country. Kind of the perfect blend of sass and sweetness and curiosity. His lips curved up in a smile.
"I moved here last week," He thought back to how painful that had been. A long time friend, Steven, from his hockey days, had come over from the town over help him move in with all the furniture. It didn't feel like home yet. His house was large, ranch-style with lots of rooms and places and an amazing view over the woods and a path led straight down here to the lake. He noted the sparkle in her eyes, curious and soft. Unlike most of friends, who had been older, and known him his entire life. "From Krasnoyarsk, Russia." He added. "Much different from here." He added, voice a little softer. Krasnoyarsk was a city, large and crowded, and definitely beautiful, but Lakeview had it's charms too.
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