Snowball's chance (Twyla/Closed)

As soon as she had seen the snow falling outside her window, Twyla had gotten very excited very quickly. This excitement carried her through until the next morning--a fresh layer of snow would be a wonderful addition to the planned battle. The idea of having a snowball fight had been an exciting prospect in itself, more snow just made things all the more fun. Twyla had prepared the night before by laying out her warmest layers and scoping out some advantageous battle sites. It seemed a little ridiculous, but the blond knew that if she was excited, her foe would be as well and Maya was trickier than she was. She woke up early, eat breakfast, and then dressed in her pile of pants and tops. Growing up in a place where winter was taken very seriously, Twyla knew how to dress so that she wouldn't freeze but she wouldn't sweat too much either. Once she had donned her gear the girl left the mansion through the back door and scoped out the grounds.

A hunting we will go...a hunting we will go... The girl almost sang to herself as the song played in her head. When she found the fresh footprints she stopped and followed with her eyes the path they led to a tree in the middle of the grounds. Sure enough, a speck of green could be visible in a lower branch. I am not climbing a tree. she thought to herself. Twyla herself was just as noticeable as Maya, her coat had been her older brother's hunting jacket and it was printed in forest camouflage (her life would have been so much easier if Nate hunted later in the winter and had Arctic camo). Now, what to do about the girl in the tree? She'd see her soon enough so the question was: walk in her range or somehow lure the other girl somewhere that was more of a level playing ground. Silently she wished she'd thought of being out a little earlier--Maya had a good advantage.

Twyla took her sweet time walking within shouting distance of the enemy's base of operations. A smile (that wasn't visible through her ski mask) played across her lips as she came close--but hopefully not close enough to be shot at --to the other girl. "Wonderful morning, isn't it?" Her voice carried across the (until that point) silent grounds easily although it was a bit muffled by the fabric in front of her mouth. Hopefully Maya would recognize her, but if the voice didn't give Twyla away the blond and pink ponytail sticking out of the hole in the back of her ski mask should have been a good clue.

She waited for the girl's response (whether it be a warning shot or a verbal one) and thought to herself: Let the games begin.

Soon war was commencing, in a flurry of shaking branches Maya descended from the tree and went...well, she went somewhere. Twyla liked how things were beginning–obviously she was in for a fun day or at least one where she’d have to think on her feet, Maya was tricky. Her smile beneath the ski mask widened and the girl bent down and scooped up some of the pack-y, white snow. In a moment she had a two perfect snowballs, one in each hand.

Maya had to be somewhere...Twyla decided the best way to find out her location was to slowly make her way towards where she’d seen the girl last. Slowly, and as quietly as she could with all the crackling snow, Twyla walked towards the tree. Through all the powder around the base of the tree, the girl couldn’t see around it. If she hadn’t been in range from the tree before she was certainly in snowball range as she walked.

Maybe Maya had begun to circle around? Or maybe...It was hard to tell. The other girl had to be somewhere and that was all that Twyla could guess. What she knew was that playful nerves akin to the one she got when she played hide and seek as a child were fluttering in her chest as she walked through the snow, each step elevated her heart-rate.

((Feel free to pellets the Twyla as she in unaware of Maya’s location ^_^ ))

Twyla smiled as she walked, she had a purpose–to find Maya. A second after she got close to the tree the girl in question flew from behind the tree and stood for a moment like she was confused. The blonde was confused as well, why wasn’t she getting pelted? A split second later it seemed as if the other girl regained her cool because there was a loud cry followed by two impacts that could only be from twin snowballs hitting her square in the chest. The thrower soon disappeared and yelled that she was two up. The blonde was still smiling. Maya was still behind the tree.

This was an interesting phenomenon, usually snowball fights involved multitudes of people (usually high schoolers) all converging in one area in teams. Twyla had never actually gone one on one in something like this, usually it was half her grade against the other half or something else that included a lot of people in a park or a corn field or on school grounds on a snow day. What they were doing was significantly harder, if Twyla wasn’t a mutant with major camouflaging powers.

It was time to pretend to be invisible.

Quickly, the girl relaxed as much as she was able in order to let her powers do their thing. In a moment she was covered in the colors of the grounds and she used that slight cover to her advantage as she slunk around the side of the tree. It took a lot of concentration and more than a little luck in order for the girl to remain quiet. The roots of the tree supplied some easy footholds as she crept along, flush with the tree. Soon her foe was clearly visible and the ski mask in front of her mouth tightened as her grin became even larger.

Ready. Aim. Fire.

She slipped as she threw the first snowball, and went down into a pile of snow before she could see if she hit her target. Apparently the roots that had been so helpful were covered in a thin layer of ice that was very hazardous to the casual sneaky teen. As soon as her face hit the snow, the girl was back up and running, giggling like mad with her camouflaged form only half visible in the brightening light of the morning.

Telling someone not to do something only makes them want to do it more. Telling Twyla that her giggling was blowing her cover made the giggles intensify. She felt like a little kid and that feeling was distracting her from the fact that running+giggling=no air which was also equal to being winded very quickly. The girl wished she could fly at the mention of it–anything was better than running–especially running in snow. Soon her pursuer was close behind, close enough to fire.

At Least she got a warning before a handful of packed snow hit her. At the word: ‘Incoming!’ the running girl had ducked lower to the ground, resulting in the snowball hitting the top of her head, successfully dislodging the ponytail holder from the pony tail and setting all of Twyla’s blonde and pink (or snow colored) hair free. As the locks cascaded over her shoulders the girl realized that for the second time that day she was falling face first into the snow.

No thank you. This time the teen twisted herself so that she landed on her back. The thin layer of ice beneath the newest snow caused the girl to slide for a few feet which she used to scoop up some more ammunition with her gloved hands. When she finally came to a stop she yelled: “You’ll never take me alive!” and threw one snowball, then the other, hoping they hit their target. Her vision was a bit skewed by the messed up hair inside of her ski mask but she was pretty sure she knew the direction of her opponent. By this point Twyla’s camouflage was so confused that she mas a mixture of sky colors and dirty snow–something she didn’t notice until after she had tried to get up. Crap.

Twyla heard the other girl's exclamation of surprise seconds before she heard the thud that meant that she wasn't the only one in the snow that morning and felt herself fall back down--pulled by the momentum of Maya's fall. "Uff!" The blond was tangled with the other girl's arms and before she could recover mounds of snow began to cover her form, making standing up all the more difficult. Her foe found this hilarious and giggled in a way not unlike the giggling Twyla had succumbed to earlier in their fight.

Twyla attempted to roll out from under the snow, but in her confusion she ended up just flailing wildly and laughing. "Time out! Time out!" She cried, finally rolling over so that she was on her stomach. In a sudden lurch she was on her knees. To gain her full vision back, Twyla pulled the ski mask from her head and tossing it aside--letting her hair loose in the process. She dropped the camouflage and scooted on her knees towards the other girl.

Picking up a handful of snow, she copied Maya's attack plan, tossing snow at the other girl. "No, you take that, and that." Soon her laughter was so intense that she had to stop and curl an arm around her shaking stomach. Something about the snow and the nerves and the early morning made the girl lose it and her concern for 'winning' the battle.

Laughing felt so good, but it made her throat so cold.

It was the other girl’s time to yell ‘time out’ because soon her bottom half was covered in snow and she was gasping for breath, Twyla, being the wonderful, compassionate opponent that she was (and because her hands were getting terribly cold through the gloves she had on) allowed for the time out and ceased her attack for the moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I thought we were doing things the right way.” Her tone was snooty as the girl took a few steps back on her knees so she could grab the black ski mask that was half covered in snow. It was useless to her now, but she’d really rather not lose it until spring.

She patted her hair with a gloved hand, adding to the cold wetness that was seeping across her scalp and down the back of her coat. “This seems strangely familiar...” She muttered, watching Maya execute what she assumed was an attempt at a snow angel. Images of fall leaves and a skateboard filled her mind and she smiled at the memories.

Maya’s words were still breathy when she proclaimed herself the victor.

“Um, I think not.” Twyla crawled closer to where the other girl was laying and used the cleared snow created by the ‘snow angel’ to write her name in the powder with her little finger. “I think that since you fail at making snow angels, the winning goes to me.” She looked over at the girl next to her and grinned through the wild curtain of blonde hair that, due to the moisture, was beginning to wave and curl at the ends.

Twyla grinned when Maya glared at her, she looked like a wet rat. What do I look like? Thinking for a moment, she realized that she probably looked the same, if not worse–she did have more hair than the glaring girl. A moment later the glaring turned into smiling and the proposition was made that Twyla should make a snow angel. “I don’t need to prove my proficiency, I did that before first grade.” Twyla shook her head, making the curtain fling about in cold, wet, tendrils that made her ears cold and sent shivers down her spine. Nothing like a few good face plants in the snow to wake you up in the morning.

Twyla was about to reply her affirmation of Maya’s idea when suddenly the other girl was on her feet, hand stretched in front of her. It was an obvious sign that she wanted to help Twyla up. It was also and invitation for Twyla to pull her down back into the snow. With a smile on her face, she gave the girl and the hand a long look before she took the extended hand firmly in hers and...

Allowed herself to be pulled up.

Well, halfway up (at which point she decided that the ‘nice’ thing was no fun and that Maya really should have known better). Letting her legs go out underneath her, the blonde pulled herself (and her foe turned helper) back into the snow. Giggling, she rolled onto her side so that she was facing the other girl on the ground. “Really? You should know me better than that by now, Maya.” Sighing, she laid her head down on the snow and watched as a chunk of snow clinging to Maya’s brown locks slowly melted from the heat of her still bruised face.