[Open] In the arms of an angel

[tony angel martyn]

Blue eyes gazed curiously around the familiar rink as Tony stepped inside, zipping up his jacket and making his way to the bleachers. Nobody was here, he hadn't expected them to be. It was a great tike to practice. He was used to one or two lurking eyes, was not shy.

Taking a seat on the bleachers he began to pull the bladed skates on, tying them and tugging his skinny jeans over the top. Waving at the rink manager who was always rather glad to see him, he smiled faintly when the music on the speakers began to play softly. This was a way to just let himself go, unwind, and do what he loved. Stepling onto the ice he pushed off without hestation, moving smoothly over the surface, hands linked behind his back as he picked up speed and crouched.

[charlie annalise richards]

'You should go visit the ice rink' she thought to herself, realizing she had never been inside of it. She had a smile on her face, was happy after being at the animal shelter playing with the puppies.

"And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you." She sang, walking into the rink. The man asked her if she planned to skate, and she said no, that she had only come to look.

"I've never been on the ice in my life." She said, walking over to the barrier between the ice and the bleachers. She watched the boy moving gracefully across the ice, and knew that she wouldn't be able to do that in a million years.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony glanced up as he rounded to the side the bleachers were on, smiled faintly at the girl standing there. Half a wave as he straightened up, arms still crossed behind his back. The next time he rounded the rink he skidded to a halt, peered around the barrier. "Not gonna come skate?"

[charlie annalise richards]

"Nuh-uh." She shook her head, drumming her fingers on the barrier. "You make it look too easy. And I know your trickery. You're like those people who can sit there and paint anything, and when you try to give it a go, you end up making the equivalent of a baby splattering paint across a canvas." She smiled, looking over at him.

"You do look pretty, though. Really nice." Even if she was an angel, she was clumsy. And getting her out on the ice would probably equal disaster.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony laughed softly. "Oh please, it's easy with practice," He teased. "Thank you," Offering a mock curtsy he smiled faintly her way. "You surrrree you're not gonna come out?" Rubbing his hands together, her tapped the ice with a tip of the skate blade, dragging it back and forth boredly.

[charlie annalise richards]

"Okay, fine. But you're responsible for any broken limbs that may or may not ensue." She said. She got a pair of skates from the man, then sat on the bleachers, slipping off her shoes and slipping on the skates. She rounded the corner, stepping onto the ice.

"If I hadn't already died once, I'd think I'm dying again." She said, holding out her hands. "You're gonna help me, mister ice princess."

[tony angel martyn]

Tony chuckled. ''You too huh?" A wink before he took her hands in his and moved further in so she couldn't turn back. "Starting slow?" He held onto both of her hands so she had better support, and began skating backwards slowly. "You'll learn to balance, then it'll be like gripping the ice and you won't fall. As much."

[charlie annalise richards]

"Whee!" She smiled, following after him. "Being dragged isn't so hard." She let go of one of his hands, pushing a piece of hair out of her face. "So you just drag your feet or is there a trick to this?" She asked, watching his feet. 'Boy, would Tyler be laughing his butt off if he was here.' She thought, realizing her falling would probably only make him laugh harder. She missed the boy.

"What ever made you start this?" She asked, still being pulled by him. "Like, isn't this girly?"

[tony angel martyn]

"You ever roller skated? It's like that, only on blades. Like you're gonna take a step, then push forward some." He turned so he was skating at her side now, holding loosely onto her hand, and scoffed at her next words. "Yeah, but so can being gay," He taunted. "Why not do it? I have fun, it's a good way to give yourself time to think. Ice skaters I think are like angels without wings...well, for the most part."

He smirked faintly, blue eyes glancing her way. "Let me know when you want a go at it for yourself."

[charlie annalise richards]

"Who cares if you like boys? I like boys, you like boys, it's all good." She followed along beside him, not doing great, but staying on her feet. She thought she was getting the hang of it, and then she lost her balance. She fell to the ice, then giggled. "I can barely walk. I don't know why I'm doing this." She said, pulling her pony tail holder off of her wrist and pulling up her bright orange hair. She held her hands out, using him to get up. She put her arm on his shoulder, needing something to lean on. "But I got you, so it's okay. At least I won't make a complete fool of myself."