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[Dante Pryzdatek]

Upon arrival, Dante hadn't thought that highly of Winterthorne. It was crappy, worse than his own home, but more comforting than a gutter. He couldn't decide whether he was too good for the place or not, but decided that being a vampire, there wasn't many other places that he would be welcome. He couldn't go to a magical school, because, well, after the fact that he was a vampire, he was immune to sunlight, and he had strengthened speed and reflexes, there wasn't anything magical about him. He couldn't use a wand, Dante would probably snap it.

Dressing himself in warm clothes, includingn his trademark scarf, of course, Dante looked quite presentable. He wasn't scared of wearing good clothes, in fact, he wouldn't be seen dead without them. Wearing a pair of black slacks, altered to fit his slightly short physique, and a dressy white t-shirt with the collar turned up, Dante had his favourite maroon coloured cardigan over the top of his shirt, which in turn was covered by a grey jacket.. Finished off with a maroon, blue, orange and green scarf, Dante was warm, and ready to his the snow.

Trudging through with an unsatisfied look upon his face, Dante could feel the cold and the wet crawling up his legs as his pants absorbed it. He was starting to regret wearing what he did, you know, the new clothes, but it was too late now. Reaching the lake, frozen over, Dante gave a laugh before clearing some snow off a nearby rock, and using his enhanced speed to fan the wetness off.

Sitting down with a swear word muttered confusingly under his breath, Dante laughed in disbelief, why the hell would he do something like this?

[Bobby Sokolov]

Bobby walked slowly through the grounds. A lit cigarette hung limply from his mouth. He wasn't terribly enthused about his new home, but he figured that it was better than living in fear. Anything was better than living in fear. He took a puff on the cigarette, and continued his walk, moving the snow and ice out of his way with a flick of his wrist. He really didn't feel like getting his legs wet.

He hadn't been there very long, and had just decided to explore the surrounding area. He was actually interested in the lake, seeing as he could mess with the ice all he wanted, and not suffer any consequences. The consequences didn't matter, he just wasn't in the mood for being bitched out by some authoritative adult.

Finally he made it to the lake, and with a grin formed skates around the sole of his shoes. He had always enjoyed ice skating, and he found it very easy, seeing as he could make sure that he never fell. He began to move with increasing speed across the lake, and with a quick movement threw himself into the snowy air. He flew high, higher than any professional skater ever had. He almost felt as if he could touch god.

When he landed, he noticed someone on a rock not so far away. He skated over slowly. He wasn't very good at social situations, but he figured he should make new friends at this new place.

"Hi. I'm Bobby," he said when he got within earshot.

[Dante Pryzdatek]

[ OOC - SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY X( ]

Standing with an expressionless face, a snow ball in his hand as he stared off into the sky, Dante couldn't believe he was doing this. How immature was he, that he would seriously play in the snow, was he 3 years old or something? Dante merely wanted to wander, but his curiousity and naive nature made him do this. What the hell did the people think of him now? Was he still the superior, popular, sophisticated boy that he had always been? Not at the moment. Fuck, Dante was so frustrated with himself, and in order to keep his image as a popular one, hoped that no one came up to him to speak to him.

And it was almost as if he had jinxed it. Why did this kid come up to him? Was he asking to have his head punched in? Or was he simply as naive as can be? Dante just had to control himself, he couldn't do anything irrational, he had to stay calm. Dropping the ball of snow out of his hand, Dante looked the kid up and down before gived a laugh. Was this kid skating? Dante's face lit up with a smirk.

"Hey." He replied back, straightening his jacket, and loosening his tie just slightly.Wrapping his scarf around his neck again, Dante looked down at the boy's skates. "You practising your routine?" Dante teased the boy, feeling that he was restoring his own faith by doing so. He didn't want to be mean to the kid, but, yeah, Dante really didn't want to. "Dante." He said, holding his hand out for the boy to shake. This was going to be interesting.