December Event: Girls vs. Boys Snow War!

[Jezebel Tonino]

Jaz was not really all that interested in snowball fights. As a matter of fact she would have much rather been inside with her cuddly black kitten then outside trying to make a snowball, but yet she decided to come out. It was her chance to meet new people and quite possibly make some new friends. Jaz considered herself to be friends with everyone, even people she had yet to meet, just because she trusted everyone. She had trust issues, but hers were the exact opposite of the norm. She couldn’t not trust people until they blatantly betrayed it. What were those odds?

Shivering delicately under her three layers of sweatshirts, Jaz picked up some snow in her black gloves and began to make a snowball. It was guys against girls, but she didn’t see very many guys around. She was pretty delayed in all the action, maybe ten minutes late, but that was because she had to find her boots. The ones that were comfortable, fit over her jeans AND protected her from the snow. They were stylish and comfortable, the things Jaz loved. Today her eyes were Black instead of their natural dark brown. She loved using coloured contacts because if a person only recognized her from her eyes, they’d never be able to find her.

She noticed that a guy had just swung down from a tree, leaving the back of his head wide open. Jaz didn’t quite know who he was. All things considered she hadn’t even seen his face, but she sneaked up behind him and wailed the snowball at the back of his head. She heard the snow impacting with something. She closed her eyes because she didn’t want to know if she hit him or missed him. Honestly she hoped she hit him, he shouldn’t have left his back so wide open. Bending down to pick up some more snow, Jaz’s rainbow coloured bangs fell in her face. She stood out in all the white but what did it matter? It was time to have fun!

[Edith Love]

Edie wasn't so much angry at the speeding boy as she was worried about Estelle. He'd hit her fast! She threw the coat that Ruth had handed her on the ground and kneeled down next to her possibly injured friend. She pulled off a glove and stuck her hand on Estelle's cheek. She let herself "feel" Estelle, checking for any injuries. She was going to have a nasty bruise in the morning and she was winded, but beyond that her friend was fine. As she pulled her hand away she realized she just done that without any warning or permission. "Oh! Sorry! I just wanted to make sure you weren't seriously hurt or anything. It's just some bruises and stuff, nothing serious. I can heal up the bruising if you want, but it'll hurt, so you might just wanna let it do its own thing." Edith smiled at Estelle as she stood. She stuck out a hand to help her friend up. "Ruth is out for revenge, at least as far as I can tell, she's chasing that guy down." Edie's grin went from friendly to as close to vengeful as her face could get, which wasn't very vengeful at all.

Edie looked across at Ann, who had just introduced herself. "I'm Edith, it's nice to meet you Ann." She said, sticking out the same un-gloved hand she'd just used to help Estelle up. "Ready to pelt some boys?" She gave Ann a mischievous look and shoved her glove back on. She started making small talk with Ann as she bent down to make a snowball. "So, what's yo-AAAH!" A boy had just popped out of the tree in front of Edie and scared her half to death. Without thinking, she chucked her new snowball as hard as she could at the offending face. It hit him square on, creating a halo of white powder. A really big halo of white powder. Had her ammunition really been that big?

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann, by no means, had gotten enough sense of her power to actually pinpoint the emotions she was feeling and identify which person (out of all in her proximity) was feeling what. That being said, she could...feel Zac (because she honestly could tell him apart from everyone else. His pride and ego had their own smirking feeling) getting closer. However, she looked all around her, trying to prepare for his arrival. One of the girls she was huddled with was being nice to her, so she had to break her attention away from the coming storm.

Ann smiled at her. "Nice to meet you too." She looked at the hand she held out to shake and Ann looked down at her own gloved hand. Was it safe? She gingerly reached out and shook the girl's hand. Her grip was pretty weak, and not because she herself was weak, but because she was scared that her hand was so damn close to someone else's. However, she didn't suck her in, so all was good. She then smiled, genuinely because of her relief, and hunkered back down to make more snowballs (she'd made all of five now) with Edith. She never got to hear the last of Edith's question as Zac (surprise, surprise) dropped out of the branches in front of her. She wasn't so much as shocked because of his arrival with a snowball. Ann had no time to reach and took it full in the face.

"Dammit Zac!" She growled at him. Yes, it was a snowball fight, but Ann hadn't been aware that a fun and traditional one required camo, concealment tactics, and surprise attacks. She thought it just involved two sides hitting each other old school, face to face. She wiped the snow out of her face with her hands before she froze to death (because it was damn cold) and grinned faintly as Edith pegged Zac back in the face. She picked up her own snowball (glad she actually had some ready this time) and held her hand back like she was ready to hit him in the face.

She kinda felt bad for hitting him, though, because they were pretty close and he was upside down in a tree. He didn't have a very defensible position, and Ann wasn't aware that 'all is fair in snow war.' "Woulda git? This is our fort...or something."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Thud.

Three medium-sized snowballs came flying towards Zac like bullets, one from behind and two in front, knocking him off balance and making his legs slip from the branch he’s hanging from. Surprised and a bit too wobbly, he flapped his arms a few times before ungracefully falling to the ground head first, face down. Lucky him, the snow was thick enough to cushion his fall. No broken bones nor wounds, but his ego is a bit more than crushed.

Guess rushing to ‘enemy territory’ alone isn’t such a good idea after all. So is donning an almost all-black ensemble amidst the snowy white terrain. But perhaps his greatest mistake is (surprise, surprise) being too cocky. Proud and confident of his physical capability and the prowess his powers give him, Zac really didn’t care that he gave up his position by shouting to Ann a bit too loudly. Nor did it occur to him that he’s such an easy target hanging around the tree that much. (And should Ann mention about the whole I-already-knew-you’re-here-cause-I-sensed-you, he’d only chuckle and blush inwardly, feeling oh-so-loved that she’s already attuned to him, in his mind anyway). Not that he should take things seriously as the war isn’t really a war war, but still, that’s mighty careless of him.

“Oww,” he said, scratching his head, belly still on the ground. He managed to roll over, and feel for injuries, switching to bear, hoping it’ll speed up his recovery. “Are you sure you’re all girls here? You’re manlier than my other friends back there,” he chuckled as he scrambled on all fours, trying to stand up.

“Here’s for you Rainbow-head!” he said, scooping a chunk of snow from the ground and awkwardly throwing it to the girl behind him (previously at least). He narrowly dodged a stray snowball and simply puffed the snow towards Ann and her lady friend, seeing that it would take quite some time trying to make balls to hit the two. “War war war!” he laughed, obviously having a lot of fun.

[Estelle Flores]

Estelle blinked in surprise as Edith pressed her cold hand to Estelle’s face. It wasn’t so much that she was weirded out, but vaguely surprised and interested. “Oh, no!” Estelle smiled at Edie’s explanation, pushing herself to her feet, “That’s okay! Nah, I’ll keep my bruises. Battle scars and all that.” She snickered. Upon hearing the whereabouts of Ruth, Estelle sighed, rubbing the back of her neck, “Uh oh. I hope she doesn’t do something too silly. Ruthie can get a little over-protective.” She smiled at Edie as they made their way to the snow fort. Hunkering down next to Ann, Estelle waved, “Hey Ann! I’m Estelle. We may have met before, but I just thought I’d be s—AUGH.” The appearance of the boy in the tree startled Estelle so much, she toppled over, landing on her butt in the snow. She cheered as Edie gave him a hit right in the face.

Estelle heard Ann give the boy a name. “Zac”. Not a name Estelle had heard before, but that was clearly about to change. As Zac mocked Ann and Edie about their femininity, Estelle grabbed a handful of snow. Once Zac turned around to throw snow at the girl with the brightly colored hair, Estelle leapt over the divide of the snow fort and smashed the snow on his head. “How’s that for manly?” She laughed, trying to scramble away before the boy could retaliate, but she was fairly certain her stunt would cost her a snowball to the head.

[Garth Colbrith]

Garth had woken up a bit later than he wanted to and instead of just rolling over and falling back asleep, he rolled over and looked out his window. The first thing he saw was white, quickly followed by white, quickly followed by lumpy tree shapes. A hazy minute and then Garth sat up quickly, tumbling out of bed in the most literal way before hitting the ground rather roughly. However, none of that mattered because Garth had just realized that there was snow.

He liked snow. Garth grabbed the pair of jeans that had cushioned his fall and slid into them, already excited for the thought of wintry weather. Pulling on a flannel shirt and the heavy jacket he had 'borrowed' from his father, Garth was already halfway out of the door as he tried to jump into his boots. It was much harder than movies made it seem and he had to stop to actually get his feet in and then lace the boots up. That accomplished, Garth almost rolled out of the doorway and into a burst of cold.

He saw that there was already a small snowball fight in progress and Garth was ready to have fun. Nevermind the fact that he was lacking gloves or a scarf, or a hat, or properly tied shoes. No, the little kid in Garth was eager to get out and very carefully, Garth crept towards the edge of the fight. He could make out two of the guys, the inescapable Zachary and someone else he didn't quite know, which wasn't surprising. He was quite awful at remembering people. Bending low to the snow, Garth scooped a handful of snow and felt the feeling leave his fingers quickly.

A gaggle of girls caught his eye and with a slight grin, Garth knew he had found his new target. One leapt up and nearly tackled Zachary with a snowball and Garth threw his first snowball. He was normally an excellent shot, but he didn't both looking at the follow-through, ducking down to create another snowball. Garth was ready to get pwnd, as long as he had fun doing it. And what was more fun than snow?

[JD Paerson]

JD was stumble-running away from the group, hoping to circle around and rejoin the fight from the other side. But when he turned around to look and regain his bearings, he saw someone on his tail.

"Scheisse," he muttered under his breath. Gotta love German, making even bad words sound worse than they actually were. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, but it only made him more woozy.

He darted behind a tree and stopped, trying to catch his breath. The world was spinning in front of him, and he felt nauseous. He shouldn't have tried to run at speed right after having that bad crash. What he really needed to do now was sit down and take a few minutes to clear his head.

He slowly poked his head out behind the trunk of the tree and got a face full of snow. He gave a low growl and started running back into the fight, back toward the girls' camp.

"Yeah, you'd better run!" he shouted.

[Ruth Edwards]

Ruth noticed that the other speedster seemed to be having problems with his power. He wasn't at all hard to follow, though he thought he had lost her when he hid behind a tree. But Ruth was on the warpath, and she had the upper hand. After trying to make a snowball earlier, she decided the best course of action would be to simply throw loose snow at him when he poked his head out. She took a moment to celebrate, punching a fist into the air, as she heard the boy growl (growl, of all things, really?). He shouted something after her as she dashed off back towards her friends.

"Hey Stelle, you ok? I got that speedster right in the face!" Ruth grinned broadly and her eyes gleamed in the winter sun as she climbed back up the tree, shaking even more snow onto the bear/boy below.

[JD Paerson]

As JD neared the girl's area, he slowed to a regular run. He didn't want to have another head-on run-in with anyone. Instead he scooped up some snow and started shaping it as he went. He carried a couple snowballs in the crook of his arm while continuing to make more on the way. Then, when he was only a few feet away from where he knew the fort was, he crouched to the ground.

People were yelling angrily on the other side of the hill, and it sounded like there might be more people than just girls back there. Then he heard the name.

"Zac," he muttered and ground his teeth. He was still recuperating from the mentally damaging effects the boy had incurred the last time the two had met. And, even worse, he'd forgotten to bring his newspaper. Well, of course, that was easy enough to get around.

So JD slowly worked his way around to the other side of the snow drift, carrying his snowballs. He was starting to get over his nausea--the short break had helped. So this time when he rounded the tree and stood up, he was able to get off a couple clean shots.

He managed to get in a couple of hits and whacked Zac in the face. There was another boy standing there tossing snowballs. JD shouted at him. "Watch out! The one without a jacket is a fake! He's not really a man, he's just a little girl pretending to hang out with the boys. Hurry, pelt him before he attacks your soul!" He threw another snowball at Zac.

The speedster was there again, and JD chucked another snowball at her. "That's for the snow-eating earlier. Enjoy!"

[Edith Love]

Edith smiled brightly at Estelle, glad her friend understood. She felt a little bad for having touched her without permission, her ma always told her it was rude, but her intentions had been good.

She looked at the boy trying to stand up in the powdery snow with a pretend disgruntled look on her face. "Well, someone's gotta run the boys team, since ya'll obviously fail at it." She retorted mischievously. She had no illusions about her lack of femininity, in fact, she was rather proud that she could do anything her brother's could do. She laughed when he started shouting about war. "Darn right, WAR!" She yelled, forming and chucking another snowball at him, and then at the boy who had just thrown one that missed Edith by mere inches. She winged him since he was already bending down to make a new one. "Missed!" She shouted at him, laughter ringing in her voice. This was what she was born to do!

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann didn't like how things had escalated in the minute Zac had shown up. Now she actually had to work at it. She dodged the snowball (barely) from the one Zac had thrown at her, but got hit by the debris snow he tossed at her. "That is so cheating!" She accused him with a pointed finger. She lobbed one of her snowballs at him and picked up her last two to hold, to lessen the time it took to return fire at him--however once her remaining two were spent, she had no more ammo.

She retreated, simply because she didn't want snow to work its way under many jackets and scarf and hat. Ann, however, didn't miss the comment ...god what was his name...made to Zac, about being a girl in boy's clothes. There were moments where it did seem like that was a good assumption of him, but Ann knew, first hand, that he was in fact, a boy. (however much she didn't like to reflect on that day. ever)

Now crouched (and hopefully hidden) Ann went about her process of making grade A snowballs at a scary slow pace. She just didn't understand how people could just pat it twice and be done with it. It wasn't even a ball after two pats and roll. She would never understand it, and probably never be able to make them quick enough to stay in the front lines like that. Ann popped up over her bush, however, when she had the stockpile and started chucking at the boys in her range. However from her spot, (thankfully hidden by an over hanging branch and large brambly bush) she was pretty hidden in the shade and had the good sense to duck after she let one loose.

[Zachary LaRousse]

And the snowballs just keep on flying. On to Zac, no less. Lucky him then.

He’s really dug himself quite the hole this time. Not only has he made himself stuck behind enemy lines, he’s also been announcing his presence for the last couple of minutes or so. He’s clad in minimal clothing, girls in every side of him, and without a way to hide himself atop the lovely tree yet again. Thwack. Oh gosh, are these really girls he’s fighting with? Why aren’t the past snowball fights like this? “Oww. You sure you girls had your genders tested? I mean, many guys live their lives as girls without even knowing they have Ys in them,” he nodded as he wiped the snow away from his cheek and ducked the other incoming snowballs. Lucky for him, another guy appeared. What’s his name again? Oh right, Garth! The one that rhymes with Fart! Yup, he’d bully tease him about it later. Right now, they’ve got girls to pwn.

He made a couple more makeshift balls (those that were considered done within two pats’ time) and threw them at the congregation in front of him. “Beat that you Amazons!” In his cheer, he didn’t notice his beloved speed past him, thereby failing to duck the snowball he just threw. He did, however, hear his lovely warning. “Harhar, so funny DeeDee,” he said as he ducked another one thrown from his back, “Just because you can’t flirt well with the speedster girl doesn’t mean you have to let it all out on me.”

But then, Ann vanished. Where the hell did she go off now? “Farty, I’m going to have to leave you for a bit,” he smiled, as he made his way to the fort, “I’ve got a score to settle.”

[JD Paerson]

At this point in time, JD looked around and realized that he was actually having fun, contrary to all the annoyances surrounding him. It was highly entertaining to chuck snowballs at Zac, who definitely deserved it. And he was having fun getting into a snow war with the girls, throwing snowballs and getting caught with some slush on his own.

So, against the odds, he started to look around him and think of these people as something more than just classmates. They were almost...almost like friends.

That thought made him stop dead in his tracks, which further caused him to be pelted by two more snowballs. He shook his head, trying to get rid of these crazy ideas, and instead grinned and made some more snowballs.

"Hey Zac," he shouted. "Seems like you're the one havin' trouble with the girls. I'd recommend a more gentlemanly approach. Maybe you could stop giving everyone stupid nicknames. I have a feeling that helps."

Thinking of silly nicknames made him remember something.

"The Girl!" That's who that other girl was, the one who went behind the fort, and who Zac was apparently chasing. "Where did The Girl go?" he asked everyone standing around. "You know, the one who was just here, throwing snowballs. That Zac's going after." He pointed to make himself more clear.

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann heard someone (Zac) about a score to settle and she instinctively ducked to hide. She certainly didn't want to get a face full of snow by someone seeking revenge. She glanced left and right, looking to find another place to hide but there wasn't anything for several yards. In retrospect this wasn't the best defensive position because she was stranded and had a limited amount of snow. She dipped down and picked up a snow ball, glancing up, she decided the point of a snow fight wasn't just to annihilate, it was also to take some hits as well. Even if she hated snow. With a passion.

She stood and threw the snowball as quick as she could before she ducked down again, then she bit her lip to hide a surprised giggle. Someone had shouted 'The Girl!' which she instantly remembered had been given to her as a nickname. She had been watching The Incredibles with him. "JD!" She exclaimed as the name came to her. Then she covered her mouth with her hand (getting a face full of the snowball she had been holding.

"Goddammit!" She exclaimed as her brain registered all the cold that was now all over her face. She jumped up and started to wipe frantically at her face to knock all the snow away. It was ironic, wasn't it? She hits herself with snow in her hiding spot and then gives her position away by yelling and then stood up, totally making herself even more vulnerable.

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