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Post by Jonathan Markel on Mar 7, 2008 16:27:34 GMT -5
I STILL DON'T SEE WHY I CANT GO BACK HOME! Jon's voice rang out through the house. He ignored the slightly hurt look on his mother's face as he screamed at her. Jon, you know this is our home now... His mother's face screwed up in tears as she looked at her son. Jon, for his part, pretended not to notice. THIS ISN'T MY HOME! PITTSBURGH IS HOME! GOD! Jon turned away from the scene and grabbed his hockey stuff. Screw it. He was out of here.
Jon threw his skating bag, stick and skates into the back of his Jetta. He wasn't about to go drive all the way to Pittsburgh. No, he wasn't that stupid and, lets face it, he didn't have the gas to do so. He had that feeling again. Yes. His unstoppable feeling that he wanted, no. Needed to go to the ice rink. So that was what drove him out to the arena on a Saturday night.
Jon pulled effortlessly into the parking lot, there weren't many people there, but the free skate wasn't that popular. He shouldered the black bag and tucked his stick under his arm, and held his skates by the laces. He headed directly to the mens locker room to change into hockey pants and a plain black shirt.
Jon threw a few pucks out onto the now empty ice before lacing up his skates and gliding to center ice. A single hockey net was set up at one end. He skated over to a puck and easily controlled it as he went back to center ice. At least he could get some of his anger out here, in an environment where he could hit things all he wanted and not get in trouble. He fired the puck at the net, and missed by the barest inch, hitting the post of the goal sending a loud "ping" throughout the rink.
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Post by Natalie Stone on Mar 31, 2008 7:26:11 GMT -5
Natalie, sitting in the girls' locker room, pretended to know how to lace up her skates. "just like riding boots," she whispered to herself. "On...knife blades." She didn't care. She had paid a LOTTT of money for a decent pair of shiny new skates, and she wasn't going to put them to waste. She didn't even know why she bought them. She sucked at skating. Probably because they reminded her of some of her ice idols, Jeffrey Buttle and Sidney crosby. She wasn't actually that bad at hockey, Biffing a puck around a Ridng arena full of ice was always her idea of fun. If her horse had skates. What a terrible sense of humor, She thought.
Natalie stood wobbily to her feet and toddled like a baby taking his first steps down to the ice. The first thing she saw there was a somewhat georgeous, angry individual shooting at a net. Natalie recognised that face. She had spotted him around school, passing and...stuff. He was an Omega, wasn't he? She tried at casually making her way onto the ice, like she'd been skating forever. When that proved uneffective, she gave up and fell backwards onto her head.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 21:50:41 GMT -5
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