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turkelena:

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A Holiday party, huh? Elena scanned over the piece of paper once more. A small grin appeaered on her face as she read that there would be ice-skating. Being from the city, and from a military family, she hadn’t really had the change to try ice-skating; but there was always some little urge in her that was dying to try it.

Standing up from her bed and stretching her arms out slightly, she let out a yawn before heading over to the door and opening it. Slowly making her way downstairs to the kitchen to make up some peppermint sweets for the rest of the members of the party, she thought about what  other activities there would be for her to do.

Ice-skating… Food… Hot Cocoa… Her grin grew larger. She was definitely going to be starting a snowball fight before the night was over.

_{It was like an addiction. Aye…since the very day she had arrived here, the pulsian couldn’t help but consuming that hot brown chocolade drink like water. To be honest, there were a few things,the female had never even heard of. Christmas had been a more das chapter in her former lifetime,thus Fang had often tried to avoid it. But now…in a house full of people,that were almost desperatly longing for it,the tanned woman had no other choice but giving in. And the result of it was her recent obsession of…Hot Cocoa.} 

_{Another empty mug. Pale lips that grimaced slightly. Whilst leaning against the sink unit, the huntress would more or less toss the jar back into the sink,before pressing her being against the said kitchen unit - She hadn’t slept well,as usual,thus she antedated her breakfast. Piercing green hues that browsed trough the whole room,searching for something like…bred or rolls. Anything she could eat. Yeah..after a swift little bit of food, Fang would make up plans for the day. There was this Holiday party thing,eh? Maybe a chance to get to know a few more people -}

_{Even her clothing fit the ‘Christmas-Mood’. Instead of her sari,the female wore a black,thin pullover and lightblue jeans. Even her sandals were left behind in the wardrobe today. Those feets of hers stuck in black boots in which the seam of her jeans seemed to hide in.}

_{“Alright…” The pulsian mumbled. There was a small cupboard above her head. “In which of ye is somethin’ to eat?”}