The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
It was too nice. Carrick stared at himself in the large mirror that was his roommates and turned slightly to look at the holes his mother had sewn into his new sweater. It was far nicer than anything he had owned but when he got it in the mail his mother had said it was time he’d start looking like the angel he was. His mother's words not his. Carrick smirked slightly in his reflection reading those words over in his mind again. His mother really did spoil him something that he never took for granted.
Carrick thought the reason she had sent it was because Liz was back a few weeks ago she had returned to the mansion and the first thing his mother said to him when she found out was ‘ask her out on a real date’ something that ruffled Carrick’s feathers after trying to convince her that wasn’t how things were between them Carrick found himself doing things he normally didn’t do.
The biggest thing he did differently was pick-up ice-skating after he had heard someone saying that Elizabeth loves to skate. That was reason enough to learn it if it was something Liz liked to do he figured he could like it as well and it turned out that the professor with the eye-patch was more than happy to teach him how to skate when he said he was learning to try and impress a friend who happened to be a girl but was in no way shape or form his girlfriend.
The next thing that started to change was Carrick’s attendance in his classes he actually started to go and his grades had showed improvement. Carrick didn’t do any of the homework but he still attended most of his class a few of them happened to be with Liz which in Carrick’s mind was completely unrelated. Other than practicing ice-skating instead of flying as much and attending class the next biggest thing Carrick had done was actually attempt to make himself look decent for tonight. Which was why he was staring at himself in the mirror with his new sweater on. Carrick tussled his hair around till it looked like he put little effort into it old habits were hard to break and while he had dressed nicely he figured getting a haircut would have been too much.
Tonight wasn’t really anything special but seeing as he had been practicing hard on trying to learn to skate to not impress Liz he figured the one person he should bring with him to skate was Liz. It wasn’t a date in fact he didn’t even ask her out he just made sure she was free later.
A few minutes passed and Carrick was outside Liz’s window knocking on it his wings flapping behind him messing up his hair even more than before. At least the light purple sweater was surprisingly easy to move around in. ”Ohi! Liz you in?” Carrick asked knocking on her window again.
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Elizabeth scratched away in her diary. Well, it wasn’t really a diary--she considered herself much too old for those things. And it had started out its life as a sketch book. It was bound, hardbacked, and filled with blank pages that could be used for pencils, ink, or paints. All of which she’d used on it. Water-colored images danced across some of the pages, chased by penned lines of script and surrounded by penciled in ideas and thoughts. It was more like a journal of expression: whatever Liz was thinking or feeling at the moment, she attempted to write or illustrate in the book.
At the moment, though, she was writing down the hey highlights of her day, alternating between a blue and a purple pen. Occasional floral designs blossomed and bloomed around her words as idle fantasy periodically obstructed her organized thoughts. Normally, the blonde would’ve just talked to Nico and told him everything, but Liz had the feeling that Nico didn’t really enjoy that kind of thing. Excessive words bored him. He never tried to hide his feelings about it. Besides, she didn’t want him repeating some of the stuff at the wrong times.
It was just easier to put it all in a book. Besides, Nico was asleep, his head tucked under his wing, a silent and still form in his cage on top of her dresser. She didn’t want to wake him: it annoyed him and he’d lately began showing a propensity for saying some very naughty things that she was pretty sure was either Irish or some other type of Gaelic language.
She returned to penning down more events of the day, sitting as she was with the book against her drawn-up knees and with her back to her headboard and her socked feet pushing underneath the covers of her bed. It wasn’t that she was cold, per se, but her bed was really comfortable as a chair and blankets just made things cozy.
But suddenly came a knocking, knocking at her chamber’s window. And a familiar voice rang out, despite some muffling by the wind outside and the glass composition of said window.
Suddenly smiling and particularly happy, Liz pushed the diary and pen to the side and swung her feet off the bed before approaching the window. She unconsciously pulled down the hem of her shirt and ran her hands over it to push it back into place, a location it frequently escaped when she sat. Finding herself as acceptable as she could make herself in a moment, Liz appeared in front of her window and opened it to the flying lad outside.
“Hey, Carrick,” she greeted him warmly. “Would you like to come in?” She stepped away from the window. It would most likely allow him to climb in, if he wished. Although she really just wanted to close the window as soon as possible before the nippy outside air leached away all the heat from her room.
”Guess I could stop in for a few minutes.” said Carrick having a feeling that she’d ask him to come in anyways. It was cold and on a cold night like this it was best to be held up in a warm room with tons of blankets and hot coco oh how Carrick was a fan of the hot chocolate. Once she was out of the way Carrick’s hand reached out to the window ledge and grabbed hold as his wings folded to his back with a very ungraceful motion Carrick managed a half somersault into her room.
Sitting on the floor next to the window Carrick smirked and then pulled himself upright to re-examine her room. He had been in her room before and not much as changed even with her move. Carrick was about to ask her to go out with him however he felt his tongue swell up the second the butterflies started flapping about. ”Roomislean!” Carrick blurted out before realizing what he said.
Balling up his hands he hit his head a few times softly, ”Sorry must have been colder than I thought froze me arse off. Meant to say your room looks clean.” ‘That sounds much better’ thought Carrick attempting to build up the small talk before he asked her out on a not-a-date. A grey figure was nestled under his own wing above Liz’s dresser. ”Ohi, Nico!” Carrick said waving to the bird not caring that it was probably sleeping peacefully. Carrick wanted to see if he started spouting off some of the words he had attempted to teach him.
”So… Liz… Carrick said taking a few steps closer to her and Nico before he plucked up the courage to see what she had planned for the night hoping she didn’t have anything set in stone if not he’d try later in the week. ”Y-You don’t have plans or nothing tonight do you?” he asked trying to sound like his usual self ignoring the butterflies for a the moment. ”Super bored and I thought it be fun to do something.”
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Elizabeth made her move once Carrick had acrobatically entered her room. She slid up to the window and pulled it shut, latching it with a slick motion. She pulled the deep purple curtains shut, striving to fend off the winter’s breath as much as possible with barriers of cotton. Once finished, she somewhat danced around her guest before plopping on the edge of her bed. And struggling to maintain a poker face when he began beating himself.
Politely overlooking his obviously-misspoken outburst, Liz pretended that Carrick had only complimented her room. “Why thanks,” she exclaimed with pride, beaming as if the emotion was completely sincere. But part of it was a facade. There wasn’t much difficulty in cleaning a room when half of it, the unoccupied half, was still bare of anyone else’s belongings. And the lack of company irrationally brought back the loneliness of the year before.
Meanwhile, as Liz sneakily kicked a bit of trash underneath her bed, Carrick seemed to be intent on pestering her parrot. Grumpily disturbed out of his light sleep, Nico lifted his head up from its resting spot just long enough to fix Carrick with a single, angry eye, bestowed upon the bird-boy a very malevolent glare, promising to devour his firstborn and crush everything of worth within the Irish guy’s life before ripping out his heart and feasting upon it during a bloody dance of flying feathers. Once his threat was delivered, he pointedly ignored the annoyance, turned around on his perch, and shoved his head under his wing again.
Liz unashamedly grinned in joy over her pet’s reaction. Fortunately, he seemed to be on some pretty good behavior. It would’ve terrible for him to start slandering her visitor! Her visitor, that is, who seemed to have actual plans for visiting, as opposed to just a social call. She folded her hands upon her lap before responding. “Uh, nope. I wasn’t planning on doing anything really.” She spread her hands and have a dazzling smile. “I’m as free as the plague, but much better company.” She leaned back on her bed, now mostly supporting herself by her elbows. “Did you have something in particular in mind?”
Carrick was slightly disappointed in Nico’s response to him after all that time saying coddle, caffer or arse around him all he did was get the evil eye from him, lame. A second passed and he was facing Liz again and she responding to him laying on her bed leaning on her elbows. His face started to become red and he was vaguely reminded of a story he over heard his brother telling his da one time while they were drinking a beer, he was talking about this girl he met the way she laid on her bed. Granted when Carrick heard the story he understood about half of was said but that didn’t matter he suddenly had an idea on what had happened.
Looking form Liz back to the curtain Carrick shrugged, ”Got a few ideas, but the one I’m thinking your gonna ‘ave to dress a bit warmer. Chilly out and all that.” he stepped towards the window and was tempted to throw back the curtains, ”What ya say? Up for going out tonight with me? Not exactly sure when we’ll be back.” Carrick said deciding best not to open the curtain but rather walk back towards Nico where he shifted his attention from the bird whose back was facing him to Liz who was still sprawled on the bed.
”Suggest a few layers, we will be outside.” Carrick added as he did his best not to stare at the blonde who was on her bed. The bed however Carrick kept looking at and he felt the butterflies start to shake his stomach. ”and it will be awesome but I think that is all I should tell you other wise it won’t be a good surprise.” Carrick said trying his best to surprise Liz by doing something she loved to do. After all how many Liz’s did he know at the mansion. There was a few but how many hung around the bird boy and liked to skate?
Carrick took a few steps towards the door, ”You up for some Carrick style fun?” he asked hoping he knew the answer.
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Huh. A mysterious summons to trek off to some unknown location for a variable amount of time in order to engage in a secret activity? Well, Elizabeth had quite a few different thoughts on that matter. First off, there was a rather obvious “activity” that Carrick could be angling for, but Liz didn’t really consider that a possibility. Not that she’d go along with that kind of thing, anyways. It would just be the last thing she could ever imagine Carrick suggesting and so it was dismissed with immediate haste.
Other ideas popped up to fill in the gap. A location outside, for which she’d need to dress warmly. Well, that cut out the Caribbean cruise possibility, or the Hawaiian excursion. Kinda disappointing, actually. Hopefully she’d get over it. Anyways, Liz didn’t have a clue as to what Carrick was thinking of, but she would trust him. And it was going to be a surprise, too....
“How fortunate you are, good sir,” she addressed Carrick dramatically. “That the prospects of fun, in which you are suggesting, just so happens to be my favorite kind of entertainment.” The blonde pulled herself off of her bed and whirled a hand at him. “Just give me a moment to throw something else on.” She twirled her finger in a “turn around” gesture and then proceeded to head to her dresser. It wasn’t like she was planning to undress or anything (just through a sweatshirt over her t-shirt and grab a coat and additional winter paraphernalia) but that wasn’t the point. She didn’t want a guy watching her while she put clothes on.
Very quickly Liz finished getting ready. Dressed in tennis shoes (since she didn’t want to spend a minute or so searching for her boots and figuring they’d be flying, anyways) Liz completed her outfit with a white, crocheted scarf covering her neck and blending in beautifully with her fur-lined brown coat. Brown leather gloves covered her fingers. She figured she was as ready for winter as possible.
She wanted to go with him but she had to change first at least that was what Carrick had got out of her overly dramatized response. Was she having a go at him? No Carrick doubted Liz would be the type to make fun of someone for being nervous especially him for indeed he was nervous. His faced made it more apparent when she gave the turn around motion and he did without a second thought. Spinning on his heels and opening his wings Carrick wrapped them forward covering his face so even if there was a reflective surface Carrick wouldn’t be able to see anything Liz was doing. If she was adding close or subtracting them he’d… Carrick’s face felt warm and he closed his eyes shaking the thoughts from his mind.
Carrick turned when she said she was ready and his wings folded back behind him to reveal a smirk across his face. She was wearing her winter getup which Carrick of course thought brought out her facial features and hair seeing as they were the only things that weren’t covered by layers of clothing. ”Well let me be the first to welcome you back to Carrick express.” while he was talking he was walking back over to the window. With a quick shrug Carrick lifted the window and the cold breeze started to poor into the room lifting the curtain she had used to try and block the cold.
With a quick hop and a very graceful exit Carrick was level with the window his wings flapping behind him keeping him a float. Moving towards the window Carrick extended a hand out towards Liz so she had something to grab on to when she jumped. It wasn’t like he was going to let her fall it just seemed like something he should do. ”FYI there won’t be an in flight move we won’t be airborne for the entire night. Just a few minutes is all.” Carrick said with a sly grin.
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And Carrick seemed to be ready to hit the road sky. Grinning, Elizabeth followed Carrick to the window. She enjoyed the slight comfort of being virtually immune to the cold at the moment. Winter was not going to pierce her coaty defenses. As her male friend clambered out the once-again opened window, allowing fresh layers of ice to form in her room, Liz gave her room a quick once-over, unnecessarily checking to make sure that she could leave her room. Well, it isn’t like anyone will just come in.
As her winged transport alighted himself by the exterior of her window, Liz meandered on over and stuck a booted foot up on the sill before eventually getting into a sitting position. At Carrick’s side note, Liz affected a diva’s pout and stuck out a lip. “And I really wanted to see the new Sunset movie.” Hopefully Carrick would be fully aware that she did not, indeed, wish to ever watch that movie. The books and the first movie had been terrible enough.
With a devil-may-care smile on her face and mischief in her eyes, Liz gave herself up to the care of her angelic escort. “Engage, Mr. O’Connor!”
Revealing his mutated canines Carrick smiled to Liz and once she was in his arms he forced his wings down and his body higher into the air making a mental note to see what the new ‘sunset’ was all about maybe he would take Liz to see it if that was what she really wanted even if it was god forbid a chick flick. Only once before did he every see a true female film and that was for the most part a sad, sad nightmare that caused his mother to cry and hug him for hours. Though if Liz felt the need to hug him… his face started to become red again.
Ignoring his face turning red Carrick tightened his grip on Liz making sure she was nice and close for what Carrick considered as ‘Safety’ it wasn’t that he’d ever drop her its just with Liz, the closer the better. Carrick’s body shifted forward and he felt the initial tug on his arms as Liz’s weight shifted with Carrick’s movements. They were sailing over trees now a sea of green below them in the now darkened dusk sky. Soon it would be night and soon it would be colder which in this case was good because who would want to skate on melting or melted ice?
The journey there for the most part was quite Carrick didn’t really talk much because all he could think of in his head was, ‘is this a date, no it isn’t, yes it is, shut up, talk to her, it isn’t a date, yes it is, shut up…’ his thoughts continued until the trees below them dissolved into streets and low apartment complexes. ”So h-how about thisweather?” Carrick said mentally kicking himself for a number of reasons the question itself and his tongue being tied just two of the reasons.
Carrick didn’t say much after his botched attempt of a conversation his hands started to shake the closer they got to their destination why? The winged mutant had no idea feelings like this never happened to him before so it was all relatively new, Once the ice ring was in sight Carrick lowered himself and Liz onto the grass in central park nearest the ice skating ring. ”…Sur-surprise!” Carrick said stuttering, ”Was told you loved to s-skate, thought it would be a f-un t-time!” Carrick said with a smile ready to smack himself in the head to regain control of his tongue, which kept trying to tie itself.
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Practically melting in the warm of Carrick’s embrace, the heat of their close proximity fending off the icy suitors of the chilled, November winds, Elizabeth could just sigh of happiness as long as--Wait, wha? Did Carrick say something?
Liz blinked and her daydream vanished. Frantically trying to figure out what her angel said in order to pretend that she’d been paying attention the whole time, Liz could only recall something about the weather. Babbling to make up an answer, Liz spit out, “Oh, uh, it’s pretty cool.” Well, duh! Liz, what on Earth are you thinking? “No pun intended of course.” Cue awkward laughter. “But I think it’s a bit nippy out.” Maybe you should hold me closer--
Danger! Danger Will Robinson! Liz cut that train of thought into mincemeat. No, that wasn’t she meant! And that wasn’t what she felt....right?
Her inner Thoughts & Feelings did not feel inclined to respond.
But, fortunately for her, not much else was said for the rest of the flight and soon Carrick took them down, landing in Central Park, right by-- “Ice skating?!” she exclaimed, almost with a shriek. Happiness galore raced through her when she heard Carrick’s surprised and without another thought, the blonde whirled around and hugged the winged lad. “Carrick, you’re the greatest!”
Liz hadn’t gone ice skating in years! Not since eighth grade. But, man oh man, did she love it! And then she realized she was still hugging Carrick.
Quickly pulling away and (lamely attempting to make it look like she was still overjoyed by the thought of Carrick’s evening plans) whirled back to face the ice-skating rink, glad that her cheeks were already ruddy from the wind. After all, it was the perfect camouflage for a blush.
“C’mon, let’s go!” Elizabeth turned back to motion at Carrick before heading off.
She hugged him! Carrick’s face started to warm up and he smiled for as long as the hug lasted, which in Carrick’s book lasted a little longer than normal but there was no way he was going to voice a complaint. It was clear Carrick was as awesome as Liz had said seconds ago. ‘Carrick did good?’ thought Carrick to himself as he looked to Liz who had been waving him on from the location they landed towards the ice rink. ”Time I showed my stuff!” Carrick agreed fixing his sweater, which had decided to ride slightly higher due to the flight.
Heading down to the ice rink where the ticket booth and skate rental building was located Carrick nodded his head over, ”What size do ya where?” Carrick asked curiously pointing down to her feet then back to the sign that had the prices. ”Today this little excursion is on Jorge.” lied Carrick as he pulled out his wallet making sure he didn’t show anyone just how much he was currently carrying after the Shade incident.
The line at the booth was surprisingly short and once they got in line they quickly went through it and Carrick purchased the two tickets for the skating rink which Carrick thought was just about as over priced as the skates themselves. Carrick didn’t own a pair so he didn’t mind renting them and he couldn’t tell Liz to grab her skates if she did have any because that would have ruined the surprise.
Despite earlier failed attempts of conversation Carrick managed to hand Liz her skates then point out a table where no one was sitting so they could get their skates on. ”So… how long have you been able to ice skate?” Carrick asked slipping his shoes off and sliding his feet and placing them in the rentals. ‘I learned about a few weeks ago’ thought Carrick to himself though he wasn’t able to hide the massive grin on his face. ‘Da would have been impressed’ thought Carrick as he started to lace up the skates like the one-eyed professor at the mansion had taught him.
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After dealing with all the preliminaries of getting skates and getting in (and after making sure that Carrick would pass along her gratitude to Mr. Cervantes for all of it), Elizabeth finally managed to slide her feet into her own skates, lacing them up with the ease and skill of won who’d done such things so often in her life.
She smiled fondly at Carrick’s question, happy memories bubbling up. “My dad taught my sister and I how to ice skate when I was eight. We’d visit our grandparents over the Christmas break from school and go skating around on their pond on their farm. But we stopped skating a few years back and I haven’t been back on the ice since, so forgive me if I make a total klutz out of myself.” Liz laughed at herself, already picturing embarrassing falls but figuring they’d be worth it.
“What about you?” she asked Carrick, returning the favor. “How long have you been hitting the ice?” She figured he could skate, since he was the one who’d asked her out. Wait. Hold the phone. Get the license plate number of that vehicle. Did Carrick ask me out? That thought only led to the next logical one. Is this a date? Are we on a date?! With lightning speed she retraced their evening. Hadn’t he literally asked her if she’d go out with him? Oh my God! Her smile broadened even further at that point, cramping her cheek muscles just a bit as a gurgling, bubbly feeling welled up in her stomach. They were on a date!
Or were they? Carrick didn’t specially say they were on a date. And what he said wasn’t exactly a rare thing to say. Like he could say it to a buddy or something. And he’d only been wondering if she had any plans for the evening, so it could easily be just a casual thing. Don’t read too much into this, girl. Don’t make it something it’s not. Reluctantly following her own advice, Liz tried shutting down those ideas of a date.
This was just something to do with a friend. Yeah. Even if he was paying for everything. and it was a surprise for her. Just friends. Yeah. She blinked away those thoughts and stood up, getting ready to skate.
Carrick smiled when Liz started recounting when she learned how to first skate, his mismatched eyes glanced upwards from his skates he was starting to lace only to watch Liz lace hers and smile while she mentioned her dad and sister something he never really heard Liz talk about much. ”Pretty sure,” Carrick started to focus on his skates once again ”You’ll be fine, got years of experience on me.” Carrick said finally finishing the first skate and started to work on the second even though Liz was done with both. One of the things Sam told Carrick was to make sure the laces were tight so it wouldn’t affect the balance on the ice so he was making sure that his first time out like this with Liz wasn’t filled with him looking like an eejit.
When she asked Carrick how long Carrick had been hitting the ice he didn’t look up but rather shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly when he spoke, ”About a month, I heard you like to ska..” Carrick paused and his face started to turn red as he was looking at his skate. ”I mean, Sam told me I had to learn how to skate.” Carrick said trying to pretend he didn’t learn just for her, ”He said it was something to keep me out of trouble. Think frosty the snowman didn’t expect I’d be such a hassle.” Carrick said finishing his skate and looking up towards Liz followed by his ‘tough thumb across nose’ impression of his brother he did from time to time. ”Da never bothered to teach me how to skate, ‘family of flyers Carrie, no reason to be grounded, eh?’” Carrick said trying to make his voice deeper and more robust to sound like his fathers.
She stood up first and Carrick followed suit and together they walked towards the ice, only Carrick’s body had different ideas he never did fully master the art of walking on the ground in skates. Looking more like a one of those bobble heads Carrick’s head bobbed up and down as he tried to keep his balance. ”So how come I don’t hear a lot about your family? Told me about when you went home and back to school but never heard about you having a sister.” Carrick said to Liz as he struggled to walk in a straight line.
Liz was in front of him so he made sure not to lean forward and knock her down instead he ended up leaning just a bit too far back and on the next step he fell to his side crashing onto the ground. ”Better on the ice or in the air. Ground isn’t really my thing…” Carrick muttered grabbing a table and started to pull himself up.
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If Carrick had indeed misspoke about his true origins in learning to skate, Elizabeth never caught it. Instead, she was quickly enthralled by his explanations of how it all happened. Despite its shortness, it was very much sweet in the manner it was presented. Although Liz didn’t really know much about Mr. Johnson and she’d only met him once under not-so-great circumstances, she found it easily to laugh at Carrick’s reccountings. A merry little laugh trickled out at Carrick’s impersonation of his father, whom she’d heard him speak of on a few occassions.
But then as they began moving away (a slow feat indeed, on skates) Carrick naturally brought up a question. It was simple, really, but there were so many ways she could answer it. She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts before striving to reply in a casual tone. “Oh, well, she was in a car wreck about five years ago and....” she trailed off, shrugging in a “you know” kind of way. It was good that she was in front. It allowed her to surreptitiously brush a nonexistent strand of hair out of her face and slyly remove the bit of dampness in her eyes.
Struggling to push back all those accompanying thoughts and the feelings that went along with them, Liz was pleasantly (in a twisted sort of way) surprised when Carrick tumbled. Forcing herself into a huge grin (because sadness would be too easy) Liz pretended that the situation was more humorous than it really wasn’t. Even his barely-heard mumbling.
“Here, let me help you,” she said, forcing good cheer into her voice while still attempting to make it sound natural, as if birds had suddenly infused their voices into her words. She put out a hand, in case he needed her aid, and when he was upright, she latched onto his arm. “Maybe neither one of us will fall if we walk together,” she said, only slight hints echoing in her tone. Like, maybe we can just walk together just because. Close together. Like, together, together, er-- Stop that, Errant Train!
Carrick deemed the subject before he fell a sensitive one due to the fact that she said her sister was in a car accident and she never finished explaining. Now that he was looking back on that moment he was glad that gravity and his balance seemed to conspire against him ‘nice subject change’ thought Carrick as he noticed Liz was offering to help him up. Pride set in momentarily an instance similar to when Tses refused to get healed when she was injured, Carrick however wasn’t normally as prideful as some and any pride he had vanished as quickly as it had come when Liz was near him offering up her hand to help the shifter out.
Carrick grinned and grabbed her hand using his own body for the most part to lift himself while he let Liz’s helping hand guide him up. Once upright the thief found his arm intertwined with Liz’s a very pleasant outcome of the tumble. His face became a shade redder as he forced his thoughts on how close they were to the back of his mind. ”Or both.” Carrick said flashing his pearly whites towards her as they walked towards the rink entrance.
Luckily for Carrick he only managed the one fall while they were walking towards the rink once he was on the rink? That was still too soon to tell. Once the blades on his skates touched the ice he shifted his weight to the sides like Sam taught him and he inched forward a little bit removing his arm from Liz’s but found his hand trailing down to hers. Carrick’s fingers brushed across the bottom of her hand and from there the grip tightened for a moment. Wondering if her hand was going to turn over and lock with his Carrick’s fingers loosened up if she didn’t want to hold his hand.
”Here we go!” Carrick said as he propelled himself smoothly on the ice. ‘Eejit’ thought Carrick as he tried the hand holding move that Sam said was foolproof once on the ice if the girl indeed liked the hand reaching for hers ‘Gonna give him a piece of me mind…’ then his thoughts trailed off for a second, ‘maybe she doesn’t like me like that?’ Looking down on the ice trying not to look back at Liz’s reaction moments felt like lifetimes.