WWW: Let It Snow

[Event !]

Why would anyone go to the lake during and after a snow storm? You'd have to ask them.

[Lucas Blacke]

With his ability to keep him warm he didn't have much issues with how cold people told him it was, he didn't even need to wrap himself up in thousands of coats to remotely stay warm, most of the time a simple sweater did the trick. Though the snow made it difficult to walk Lucas knew he wouldn't soon get another chance to train in these circumstances. He didn't just train to maintain his figure and weight like most people did, but he actually wanted to get used to the different obstacles all around him, like in this case, snow.

Putting even one foot over it and bringing it down without instantly dropping down to the ground was hard though, he assumed it was because he was too heavy, but then again almost everything was heavier than snow. He had seen movies about people being able to walk on snow rather than through it but he couldn't for the life of him recreate that.

Still that didn't stop him from trying. Must have looked odd to see someone in the middle of the snow just trying to step onto the snow instead of through it, but once he would be able to do that he'd be able to get to places way quicker, even if he was just limited to a slow and careful walk at first he'd still be faster than people walking through it and having to force themselves a path.

A snow shovel wasn't really a thing either as the snow came in quicker than you could shovel it due to the storm still raging. So.. it would take time but Lucas would surely be the fastest in town in a short while, not even people with super speed would be able to keep up as they still needed to get through the snow instead of over it.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Snow was the most dreaded weather element to the Australian. Despite living here for as long as she had, she never found the means to get used to the cold; living in one of the hottest places in her original country left her far too unwilling to even be out in the snow if she had a choice. Even when it first started to filter through the sky, she had been cringing. She had complained and cursed and contemplated not leaving earlier that day because nothing could go right in snow like this.

Especially when it involved walking. Gloved hands had been shoved into the pockets of her parka; the layers underneath could have been a clear indication that she was a tourist, not a resident. A crew neck, and then another set of long sleeves beneath that. The hood of her parka pulled up and a beanie under that too. But there was nothing past jeans at her legs. Nothing fit beneath their skin tight nature. Heavy boots allowed her to trudge through the snow, and she was thankful for the fact that she lived very nearby the lake as it was. Driving hadn't been an option, and even at this point in the day she was cursing that pretty hard. With her head down, she had every intention of just getting where she needed to be.

Until she looked up, and the sight of something - or someone - nearby caught her long enough to haul her to a stop. Eyebrows lowered instinctively, confusion forcing them to furrow. Because she was certain she recognised the moron who was trying to walk on piles of snow, but she couldn't be certain.

[Lucas Blacke]

Stupid snow! Step after step, Lucas didn't get any further than.. further. As in his foot being lifted and instantly falling through layers of snow. At this rate he would have walked a path around the lake before he would succeed in what he wanted to do, which was actually seeming quite stupid as more time progressed. Walking on snow? It seemed impossible but yet his brain had been stupid enough to think of even trying it, and Lucas then suggested to himself that maybe his ability wasn't good enough at keeping him warm and he should have worn more than a sweater in this weather, though maybe he was just being paranoid or something. Hypochondriac Luke.

He really should give up on trying to move on top of the snow and maybe try running through it, perhaps he would get a bit more training in that way like he normally would due to the resistance the snow applied to his feet as they were pushed forward through the snow. Now he was aware that there weren't any races in the snow but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate and trudge through the snow. Back in Texas he would never get snow like this, and though the temperature was like he was used to back there he often turned back to a little child when faced with a pack of snow like this.

He looked around a bit and moved over to a fresh patch of snow to demolish and haphazardly move through, and as he moved forward his eyes caught something. Someone. Who? With the amount of clothing the character wore it was impossible to say what gender it had, and it wasn't until he got closer and saw her face that he knew that the her was actually a her.

This caused Lucas to chuckle. Even in this kind of weather the lake was a place to meet new people.

''Th' snow's awesome, innit?'' He offered as he leant forward a bit to look at the pretty shrouded girl. Wait..

''Yer that gay girl from Hammel ain't ya? Lucy?''

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The closer he got, the easier he was to recognise. Faces were never so easy to forget, and as it was, Lucy had always thought he was pretty good to look at. He might have been one of the dumbest people she'd encountered at Hammel - and selfish to a point, too - but at least he was pretty.

She exhaled a laugh when he first spoke, the cooler weather frosting the warmer breath she'd given. Because he had to be joking, right? Here he was prancing around in a bloody sweater and she was rugged up to the nine's with distaste all over her face. Eyebrows lowered when he seemed to do his best to peer beneath the hood of her jacket, and she offered a slight tilt of her head. Now things'd be a lot more awesome if she could actually remember his name. "Yeah." She replied pointedly, because at least he got hers right.

And after a few seconds, the light of recognition seemed to hit her completely. Enough to drag a hand from her pocket so a gloved hand could point to him. "You're the guy Sawyer fucked in the gym or whatever, right?"

[Lucas Blacke]

He waited a for moment before trying to ask her anything about her life situation, seeing as she was pretty much the only one right now he could be interested in without wanting something more out of it. Damn his male hormones.

Lucas kicked away at some snow in front of his foot as the girl finally spoke, not mentioning him by name but by act, and the one with her friend nonetheless. To be reminded of that.. not fun. His face portrayed that he was not happy that she began about that situation and what it eventually meant for him and Karalie, though he would keep telling himself he was over it all. Maybe the grieving process would have to be done individually. Odd.

''Aye.'' He replied with a nod as he smiled and pointed a thumb at himself, still not having a name. ''I'm that guy. Though I am th' one ta fuck her, an' not th' other way around.'' Unless she meant mentally, because she sure as hell had done that.

He sighed a bit and quickly shook his head, trying to find a different subject to talk about, assuming this would even be a conversation instead of just a simple greeting. ''So, Luce,'' And already with the nicknames. For some reason he didn't even find it weird to talk to her, she somehow struck him as nice, but weird, and that was something he could live with.

''What brings ya here?''

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Names had never been the ink manipulator's forte. Faces? That was a different story entirely. She could recall the better features he represented before his actual name. And as such, it was much easier to associate him with the first and foremost thing she knew about him. He hooked up with her best friend at the time, and he wasn't the first person she knew to do that. At least this time he admitted it, though this time he tacked on a helpful reminder as if to try and amend the Australian's thoughts. Every story had its own sides, but she knew where hers was set.

Idle small talk in the snow was hardly something Lucy was interested in. She had a real deep rooted hatred for the weather as it was, and standing still kept her colder than moving ever could. She tilted her head to the side, gloved hands leaving her pockets long enough to drag her hood away. At least this way she could see him a little better.

"Oh, y'know, it's the piss-poor weather I'm really here for." She replied with a shrug of her shoulders. It wasn't as if she had anything better to do or anyone better to talk to in the time she'd end up waiting at home. "That and watching random people do whatever the fuck it was you were out there tryin'a do. Snow-hopping; that's your life outta high school?"

[Lucas Blacke]

It was fun seeing someone from school again! Well, someone not Karalie or Marnie anyway, but yet someone he had words with so he knew who the fuck he was talking to. She was the one to tell him what was what and he was (probably) the first to thank her for doing so, seemed that tough love was something that best suited the Texan.

''Ya look hot.'' Like, actual heat hot. The layers of clothing she had on.. it made Lucas shiver, which was probably the same reaction she had to seeing him in nothing but a sweater. He knew not everyone had his ability to keep warm, so he shouldn't blindly assume people had easy ways of keeping heated. However, he now wondered what her power was.. he didn't think she had told him in the past. Had she?

That sarcasm filled comment was fun though, and drew a chuckle from the Texan. ''I can see that.'' He replied, eyeing her up and down and trying to mention her clothing without actually mentioning it. It was time to make her see he had evolved past his 'Two legs, must fuck' phase. Something he desperately hoped he had.

When she assumed his life was what he was just doing; calling it snow-hopping, he threw her a smile and shook his head to both assumptions though only answering one of the comments. ''Naw, I 'ave plenty more ta do, but I figured snow was more fun an' my house will still be here when I get home.'' He said as he then nodded in her direction.

''Ya still with that stick-girl from Hammel? Pene-something?'' He knew her name, but mentioning it outright would maybe give her the idea he was stalking them or something.