'Shut Your Eyes (Timothy)

[callista james]

(Shut your eyes and think of somewhere
Somewhere cold and caked in snow)

"Callie waited patiently in line behind the ski lift, waiting for those in front of her to quickly get on the lift. Even though she was last in line, she knew the process was very swift and would be on the lift herself momentarily. Callie, although a resident of New York City, had quite the experience with skiing. Due to her parents’ excessive amount of wealth, she had been on several family vacations—many of them being to ski lodges to in Switz Alps and the Rocky Mountains. She still remembered the first time she went skiing—her mother had signed her up for a skiing class while the family had vacationed in Aspen. Callie had actually been very angry about the whole thing—as a ten-year-old she had no intention of going out in the cold snow, knowing full well that she would probably fall over; not to mention Callie possessed an overwhelming fear of heights. However, as soon as ten-year-old Callie had hit the slopes she was addicted. She had never felt so free before. It was an outlet for her otherwise reserved self. She loved it.

Ever since then she’d thrived on the thrill of fresh snow and mountains—with the setbacks of living in New York City, of course. The freshmen took every opportunity she could to ski, and this was no exception. However, at this moment, Callie wasn’t her usual self. Complications with her twin sister had occurred, and part of her felt guilty, or perhaps even anxious, about not being with her sister. Before departing Callie made it her personal mission to get closer to her twin sister, Addie. However, Addie seemed to be resisting all such attempts…not to mention there was the awkwardness about Callie’s last attempt…Overall, Callie was in a tight position, not knowing what to do. After wrestling with herself about what to do, she had finally decided a trip to the slopes wouldn’t hurt her chances with Addie…and what probably do some good for herself, who need some therapy in the midst of such a stressful situation.

She stepped up, getting closer to the ski lift; only a few people in front of her now. Ironically as it was, this was one of the worst parts of the experience for Callie. Although she was used to ski lifts by now, her fear of heights still lingered and despite her resistance, suspense always seemed to build as she neared the lift. Yes, riding on the lift was indeed scary for the freshmen, but the few moments of anticipation before it was much worse. Callie readied herself for the lift, hoping the moment would end. The sooner she hit the slopes the better. "

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
LYRICS: Shut Your Eyes by Snow Patrol
WORD COUNT: 690 (with codes)
SETTING: The Ski Lift, 10:00 am.
OUTFIT: Just a coat. I don't think it merits a link.
POST STATUS: Completed
ADDITIONAL NOTES: I'm a little rusty. It's been awhile since I rp'd, so of course it's not my best work. But I'm excited to be back!

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[timothy mccoy]

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LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACES
little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
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<sup>Timothy puffed out his cheeks and let out a breath of cold air as he ran towards the ski lifts. Finally, finally he was going to be able to do what he wanted to. He had taken his time unpacking, and before he knew it, the day had faded away. Thus he could not go out on the first day he arrived. Hopefully now, early in the morning at ten of the second day at the lodge, he could enjoy the snow and slopes for as long as possible.

Trotting further up, Timothy ran up to the back of the line, right behind a girl with pretty, curly blond hair —as he couldn’t help but notice. The line was moderately short, with people slowly gathering up behind him. ”Hi,” he said nervously to the girl, his accent thin due to the lack of words he had released. She looked rather anxious... Timothy wondered if she was alright.

The line in front of Timothy was shortening now, and he walked alongside the girl, looking for a moment. She seemed young... perhaps a student? Tim wasn’t very sure. ”Are you a student at East Side High?” he asked, his accent thicker now that he spoke a full sentence. As far as Tim knew, only ESH had students boarding here for a trip. He smiled at the girl, hoping that she wasn’t irritated or annoyed by him. Timothy was never good at talking to girls. Or anyone, for that matter.</sup>

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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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tagged; callie
lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
word count; 2 5 0 w/out code
credit; to brooke from caution

[callista james]

(Shut your eyes and think of somewhere
Somewhere cold and caked in snow)

"
Callie’s eye lingered on the ski lift; anxiously waiting for the moment she would get on. There were only a few people in front of her now, and she knew very well it would only be in moments when it was her turn to depart. Her stomach turned, but she told herself that she was grateful. In only a few moments the suspense would be over, and she would be on the lift. After that, she would be comfortable as she would be familiar with the process of what she would feel. First, she would be excited as the lift took off; happy that the suspense was over and enjoying the motion. Then, as she traveled up higher, the fear would start to sink in. She would grip the side she was closest to and hold on tight—for security purposes. Finally, as she neared the top, she would muster enough mental power to stop her fears from overpowering her, and she would let go of the bar, ready to ski. And then---she would. It was very simple really. All she had to do was just get this hard part over with—get on the lift. And with that thought process concluded, she took a deep breath of air and closed her eyes, realizing how cold it really was. But that was alright with her, she was up in the mountains, after all. It wasn’t unexpected, and she’d packed warmly, prepared for such weather. Callie opened her eyes again, her gaze lingering on the lift in front of her. What seemed like minutes to her had been only a few seconds. It was funny how things worked like that…

This break in thought was filled as she heard someone approach her from behind and utter a greeting. Callie absent-mindedly turned around, with every intention of casually replying and then getting back to thinking about her upcoming departure.

“Hi.” She replied quickly as her eyes landed on a tall, blond, and handsome guy before turning around to face forward-- Wait? What just happened? Only after her action had she realized what she had just done—she suffered a delayed response, and hadn't realized that the guy behind her was cute. Very cute. If she only had the mind to talk to him…or hadn’t been so quick to dismiss him earlier. And now that she’d already spoken to him there was no way that she was going to turn back around and say something to the blond stranger. Callie wasn’t that type of girl. She was…well, nervous around people, especially good-looking strangers of the opposite sex.

Callie took a few deep breaths, her mind distracted from the ski lift and now focused on the handsome guy behind her, her head still pointed forward, of course. She’d only stared at him for probably less than a second, and was trying to figure out if she’d really categorized him right. Calling on her swift memory, she concluded that he looked a lot older than her, and was therefore probably an adult. She didn’t know if this piece of information comforted her or made her more uncomfortable. If he was an adult, it would mean that it would probably be easier to talk to him, because she would know she would stand no chance with him. At the same time, it was also a little depressing…Callie’s distressed thought-process was evident in her face. And since the young man behind her had so graciously distracted her, Callie didn’t even realize that the line’s movement was picking up. And she most certainly had not expected him to come up and stand beside her.

“Are you a student at East High?”

There was an accent; it was English.

Melt me. Callie thought to herself as she felt her cheeks redden. He was talking to her. Her eyes widened as she took a moment to take everything in. She knew she needed to respond but she was far too nervous to do it confidently. It was no secret that Callie was a shy girl around strangers, but her condition undoubtedly worsened when she was approached by a boy such as this. She looked at the ground, trying to figure out what to say.

Well, due to his previous statement she could logically determine that he was probably a fellow student of hers—an English student—who was also on this trip. There could be exceptions, like maybe he was just some random guy who had already met some students from Eastside and was curious to see if she was one as well, but she hopefully put the thought aside. And now, a sense of urgency crept over Callie. She needed to respond, and fast, before she ended up looking like something was seriously wrong with her. A vision of June Madison and Massie Lee came to mind. She knew her two older friends wouldn’t falter in a situation such as this—and that gave her some confidence. Then her thoughts fell on her twin sister, Addie; confident Addie. She quickly brushed all thoughts of her sister aside, not wanting to stress herself out even further.

“Yes, actually.” Callie responded, in as friendly tone as she could muster. “I was really excited when I found out we would be vacationing here. I love skiing.” Callie quickly remembered that she did not know if the boy she was talking to was actually from her same school. “Oh, are you from Eastside as well? I’m Callista, by the way. Callista James, but you can call me Callie.”

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
LYRICS: Shut Your Eyes by Snow Patrol
WORD COUNT: 1165 (with codes)
SETTING: The Ski Lift, 10:00 am.
OUTFIT: Just a coat. I don't think it merits a link.
POST STATUS: Completed
ADDITIONAL NOTES:

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[timothy mccoy]

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LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACES
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<sup>The line was getting shorter and shorter now; Timothy was rather excited to finally get out onto the slopes. He glanced at the girl beside him. She was looking at the floor, and for a second Tim thought he had annoyed someone yet again with his tendency to be over-friendly and optimistic. Just as he was about to carefully back away, she began to speak.

“Yes, actually. I was really excited when I found out we would be vacationing here. I love skiing.” Tim smiled at her, nodding ever so slightly. Maybe he wasn’t too hated in this context. In skiing, he wasn’t one of the professionals, you could say. But he loved it all the same: the breeze when you raced down a hill, the feeling of snow sinking beneath your skis, everything about it, really. “Oh, are you from Eastside as well? I’m Callista, by the way. Callista James, but you can call me Callie.”

Smiling a lopsided smile, Timothy looked at her and shrugged. James was her surname? Americans had rather interesting surnames... James, quite obviously, was Timothy’s middle name. This made him think thoughts like: ”If my middle name can become their surname, can their middle name be my surname?” This was just Timothy’s imaginative side speaking, which could get wild at any time.

Drifting back to reality, Timothy answered her question casually.”Yes, I am. Some people tend to mistake me for an adult though... I think a few people were whispering earlier on how I might be a kidnapper, the way I hang around so comfortably with the other pupils.” This, of course, was true. Tim was always thought of as someone older than he really was; it was probably his height that did it.

”And, um, Timothy’s on my birth certificate but you can call me what you like.”</sup>

[/color] No matter how many times his friends, —or buds, as the Americans apparently adore saying— told him that sort of introduction gave off no charm, Tim ignored it. He doubted the advice of his childish, crazy friends would actually work. Not on the kind of people Timothy tended to like. And besides, who cared if someone found charm in the way you said hello?

Letting out a breath of air, Timothy glanced up at the slopes for a moment, eyeing the lifts as they drew closer. A couple more rounds, and it would be their turn to go up. Timothy saw nothing wrong with sitting on the ski lift with her, unless she minded. Turning back to face Callie, Timothy looked at her for a moment to detect any form of irritation. He wasn’t sure he found any —perhaps this was another weak point of his: detecting facial expressions.

As the line shortened to just a pair of people in front of them, Timothy began to wonder. No one had ever shooed him away, but on the other hand, no one had welcomed him to them either. It was probably how sometimes he tended to be so annoyingly shy. He was the kind of person you couldn’t really hate, but he could irritate you to no end with his uncanny trait of awkwardness and shyness.

Timothy drew in a breath and let it out as he looked back at the girl he now knew to be called Callista. He guessed he should ask, even if it made him sound like an idiot. ”Do you mind if I took the lift with you?” he questioned quite oddly, blinking up at the ski lifts. Soon enough...[/sup][/blockquote]

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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
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tagged; callie
lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
word count; 8 6 8 w/ code
credit; to brooke from caution

[callista james]

(Shut your eyes and think of somewhere
Somewhere cold and caked in snow)

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Callie didn’t exactly know what to make of his smile…part of her felt nervous, like he was in on a joke she didn’t understand, but another part felt her cheeks redden even more. She felt…well, happy. It was nice to be smiled at by a cute boy. It was a simple feeling, but very satisfactory. At this point, despite her shyness, Callie’s gaze didn’t falter, and she paid attention to the boy beside her; giving him her full attention. It didn’t take her long to pick up on the fact that he had perhaps gotten a little distracted since she spoke, it seemed his mind was on something else. She hoped it wasn’t because she was too boring for him, but he didn’t leave too much time for her to dwell on this thought, and soon replied.

“Yes, I am. Some people tend to mistake me for an adult though... I think a few people were whispering earlier on how I might be a kidnapper, the way I hang around so comfortably with the other pupils.”

“Pupils.” The word made her smile. She didn’t think she’d ever heard it used by a fellow student before. She would expect it to come out of an English Professor, not a peer. It wasn’t a very American word, although she at least knew what it meant, and had heard it used sometime in her life. His English accent was very…charming. And there seemed to be some sort of awkwardness about him that was also relaxing to Callie. It seemed to lessen her nervousness. Callie then nodded pleasantly following his statement, understanding where he was coming from. She herself had half- mistaken him for an adult. Callie wondered how often he got that from people or if it was annoying to him, she hoped not. But she supposed it would be better to be mistaken for an adult than for a child; although she couldn’t be sure. Callie had never really been mistaken for someone a lot younger or older than she really was since her appearances generally matched up pretty well with her age.
“And, um, Timothy’s on my birth certificate but you can call me what you like.”

Callie nodded slowly in response to his salutation, smiling slyly. So his name was Timothy…or Tim..or…what to call him? She was able to grasp from his statement that he really didn’t have a preference but that left her wondering which name to choose. She supposed she’d just stick with his formal name unless she got to know him better. Then she would come up with something better. This boy was witty, no doubt. She wondered if such type of introduction was typical of the British. Was it an English thing or just specific to him?

Callie took note of the line picking up as Timothy—Tim—looked up at the sky. With her thoughts so preoccupied with this stranger, she’d forgotten how close she was to getting on the lift. The moments she usually spent stressing out about the upcoming departure had been spent with her introduction to this stranger. It was a surprising relief. Any minute now she would be getting on the lift, only minutes away from a good skiing experience. With no suspenseful build up, she was very grateful for this distraction and made note of how delightful her day was starting out. With the way things were heading, maybe she’d work up some courage to smooth things over with her sister, Addie, as well.

She was surprised, but pleased when Tim inquired if she would mind if he took the lift with her. She smiled excitedly.
“Not at all! That would be fine. You can tell me all about where you’re from.” she replied with a twinkle in her eye, stepping up as she realized that she and Tim were next in line. But then she caught herself. She must have sounded so ridiculous and assuming. She hoped she hadn’t offended him somehow. “Well, what I meant to say is… that I can tell that you’re from England. I think that’s very cool.” She smiled again at him, hoping that she had corrected her error. Thankfully, she seemed to be void of shyness. This was good, and unexpected, but she didn’t give it much thought as she didn’t want to resort back to her nervous behavior. She thought it best to just run with her newly-found confidence. She had no idea how long it would last.


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TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
LYRICS: Shut Your Eyes by Snow Patrol
WORD COUNT: 962 (with codes)
SETTING: The Ski Lift, 10:00 am.
OUTFIT: Just a coat. I don't think it merits a link.
POST STATUS: Completed
ADDITIONAL NOTES: Ah!!! That was terrible! Sorry, I'm really tired right now.

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[timothy mccoy]

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<sup>Timothy watched the next ski lift coming, and he felt a flush of relief suddenly surge through him. Why? He had no idea. Maybe it was because he finally got to ski, maybe it was the fact that he waited in line without being chased to the back because someone found him ‘too happy and annoying’ and didn’t want to stand next to him. Or maybe, it was specifically because Callie hadn’t chased him off.

Was it foolish to admit that sometimes, Timothy felt rather insecure around girls, or with girls, due to the lack of feminine presence in his life? Maybe. Sure, the death of his mother did not scar his emotions for life — he didn’t get to know her, after all. But it did hurt, knowing he never got to say ‘I love you’ to his mother. Not once, not ever. Callie reminded him of his mother; which might come off as a little insulting or scary, so Tim kept the thought to himself. Maybe it was Callie’s fascinating eyes... his mother’s were green, or yellow-amber. No one, not even his father, could ever tell.

”Compromise then,”</sup>

[/color] Timothy remembered telling his father a long time ago as a joke. ”Just imagine they were brown.”[/color] Because obviously, yellow and green became brown. Timothy’s dad had always told him how beautiful his mother was, how she was such a wonderful woman. One day, Timothy wished he could look at a girl and have the same opinion his father had on his mother. It might come off as weird, but that was jsut how he was.

He turned his head to smile at her as she replied rather happily. “Not at all! That would be fine. You can tell me all about where you’re from.” Timothy raised his eyebrows and blinked twice in surprise. No one, especially a girl, had actually cared to talk to him, specifically about where he came from. After the initial shock, he managed to smile at her. “Well, what I meant to say is… that I can tell that you’re from England. I think that’s very cool.”

”Well, I doubt that anyone has ever labelled it as cool,”[/color] Timothy laughed, shaking his head lightly. His hair, slightly wet from the snow that had settled on it, waved around a little as he did so. Being slightly scatterbrained, Timothy had completely forgotten to wear a hat. He stood there in the snow, in a plain gray t-shirt, a black winter jacket with a hood —that he had not bothered to put on—, a pair of jeans and black hiking boots. He hadn’t worn mittens either, but that was because he never needed them. For some reason, his hands always felt comfortably warm to him.

As the senior took a deep breath, the two people —not likely students as they looked like a middle-aged couple— in front of Callie and him settled down onto their ski lift. The tiny vehicle took off, and Timothy smirked a little as the next one came into view. Timothy wavered his left hand through his hair, messing it up a little bit. It was one of his many —ok, three— habits when he was nervous.

”Well, England has always been where I came from, so there’s nothing very unusual there that fascinates me, but I recall Americans differing from this opinion.”[/color] he told her, the lift finally arriving. He pointed his hand out, gesturing for her to sit first. If she was still interested, he could tell her a bit more about it on the way up. If she intended to go all the way to the highest part of the slope, which Tim did, the ride would last at least a full three minutes. [/sup][/blockquote]

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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
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tagged; callie
lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
word count; 8 7 9 w/ code
credit; to brooke from caution

[callista james]

(Shut your eyes and think of somewhere
Somewhere cold and caked in snow)

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“Not at all! That would be fine. You can tell me all about where you’re from.”

Callie’s fears of him taking the comment the wrong way were confirmed as he raised his eyebrows and appeared shocked. She tried not to let this startle her too much and quickly corrected herself, but adding to her statement. She said it in such a carefree, confident tone that she nearly surprised herself. She was doing quite well for talking to a cute-- most likely senior-- boy who went to her school. But she didn’t dwell on that thought for long. She didn’t want to lose her confidence due to excessive thought.


Callie smiled slightly in response to his comment, glad to see him laughing, and listened as he emphasized the word “cool.” She wondered if the word was used often in England, if used at all. Callie had been to England only once in her life. When she was twelve her family had taken a trip there. They’d toured England, Scotland, and Whales. She’d wanted to travel through Ireland as well, but unfortunately, time was running out and she and her sister needed to get back home before school started. Even though the trip had been three years ago, Callie remembered it clearly. When her parents announced that they would be vacationing there, she was ecstatic. Of course they’d hit the usual sites—The Globe Theater, Shakespeare’s Home, The Buckingham Palace (it was quite the sight from the gate.) And she remembered the food distinctly. Before departing, twelve-year-old Callie had the common conception that English food was bland and not very delightful, but she was she actually tried it, she was pleasantly surprised. She’d had the best bowl of soup in England that she’d ever had in her life. She soup alone was worth a return trip.

Callie took notice as the couple in front of them got on the lift, realizing that it was now their turn to soon depart. She put forth her best effort into still paying attention to him while still safely anticipating the upcoming lift.

“Well, England has always been where I came from, so there’s nothing very unusual there that fascinates me, but I recall Americans differing from this opinion.”

Callie nodded and swiftly situated herself on the lift in response to his gesture. She chose to take the left side, which quickly became her right as she turned around to sit. She laughed, her hair blowing a little underneath her light blue hat, and then looked directly at Tim. ”Well, I guess you’re right. Is it very different there than it is here? I’ve been there once before but I didn’t get a chance to see everything. When did you move here?” After speaking she took noted that the lift had moved and she was now on her way up. She gripped the side she was closest to with her right hand and maneuvered herself into stability, her eyes eventually coming to land on Tim once more.



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TEMPLATE CREDIT: xoxphantasmic of Blank Pages
LYRICS: Shut Your Eyes by Snow Patrol
WORD COUNT: 707 (with codes)
SETTING: The Ski Lift, 10:00 am.
OUTFIT: Just a coat. I don't think it merits a link.
POST STATUS: Completed
ADDITIONAL NOTES: A little too brief, my apologies.

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<sup>Timothy smiled when she took her seat, getting into the spot right next to her. He turned to glance at her, paying attention to what she said. ”Well, I guess you’re right. Is it very different there than it is here? I’ve been there once before but I didn’t get a chance to see everything. When did you move here?” London, England, Great Britain, the United Kingdom. Those words, when he spoke about them, were so foreign to many people here. It was unusual when he first moved here. Now he was rather used to it.

But he never could get rid of his accent.

Thus everyone knew he was British. There was nothing wrong with it; it’s just that Timothy disliked the attention he often got from it. He hated being stared at, when it didn’t involve theatre and performing. Tim felt the lift begin to move and he stabled himself quickly. He’d never fallen off of a ski lift before, and didn’t know how it felt, but why take the risk? It was much safer to just sit there and not move.

”It is quite different than America. The cooking style of the food, for one. And then there’s the lack of public transportation...” Timothy smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head a little. ”Obviously, there are a whole lot of things that are different between England and here. I guess I never took the time to compare,” he said, shrugging.

Why hadn’t he? Timothy always had a lot of free time on his hands. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he grew up moving from place to place, trying different things almost every year. He had always lived a life where things changed. Timothy had already traveled most of the world by now. It was his father’s job, and Timothy had always followed. But now that he was eighteen, he didn’t exactly need to anymore. Which was why he could stay here in New York. USA was interesting to him.

As the lift stole higher into the sky, Timothy looked down at the snow and smiled at the little kids skiing and snow-tubing below him. Everyone was so happy... It was nice to see all the smiles on people’s faces. He loved looking at it. The sight was rather enlightening to him. ”And, what about you? Are you from here, or from other parts of America?” he asked, smiling.</sup>

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tagged; callie
lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
word count; 6 6 1 w/code
credit; to brooke from caution