Amanda Carter could not believe that she was to be competing in the Olympic games. The 18 year old five foot five Americn girl was making her way back to the housing quarters. The green eyes, blonde hair figure skater had just done some training. She was to be on the skating rink later that day, for her event.
She had been doing well in her training sessions. She was pleased and her coach was pleased as well. Her coach expected her to medal. She could not let him, herself, or her family down. She held onto her bag, which contained her skates, as she reached the building,and opened the door, and warm compared to the weather outside it was nice and toasty. Amanda saw the doors to the elevator were closing, she ran and pressed the button hoping the doors would open, they did. She steped inside seeing a young man close to her age with a snow board. She pressed the button to the 20th floor. She leaned against the wall of the elevator and put her bag on the floor.
With his fur-lined overcoat wrapped about him, he strode into the rink and flashed his neck ID: "PERNAUD, Alain - FRANCE, Patinage d'Artistique - Juje" (Figure Skating - judge). The women's short program was later that afternoon. The free skate was to be two days later.
As all judges do, he had watched all the skaters practise in the morning familiarizing himself with their various routines. The sport was going down hill. There was such an emphasis on jumping, the elements of grace and flexibility were being pushed aside.
There was a day when he and his then fiancee, Lucie were French Pairs champions. But that was before the hip injury, and before she left him and the sport behind, to start a family with another man. Then there was the twelve years of coaching, with none of his awkward pupils progressing to the national level. Now at age 40, there was only judging and bitterness.
In three hours, the games would begin. Twenty-four ladies, mostly girls, would showcase their talents on a 100 by 200 foot sheet of ice. For most it would be the biggest moment of their life, for the entire world to watch, and he would be one of twelve who would decide the outcome.
Lou Williams
6'3
210
Blue eyes
Blood red hair(dyed) jaw length
Half-pipe/SBX
Lou stood inside the elevator when the doors slid back open and in slid a blonde haired girl. Kinda cute he thought to himself. He looked her over and smirked. His voice was low, Irish accent but his jacket had the American flag sewn proudly on it as well as a patch for NYPD, NYFD, USMC as well as the POW/MIA patch, "How ya enjoying Italy so far? Up to the expectations you had for it?"
Pulling her jacket closer on her, the American flag on the shoulder sleeve, one of the males asked her "How ya enjoying Italy so far? Up to the expectations you had for it?"
"Its really beautiful. Its like nothing I have seen back at home." The elevator continued to go up. They small group was now at floor five. The American girl let out a sigh and looked at her watch, she would only be getting a few hours of sleep because she was to be skating midway through the event. "You enjoying Italy?"
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes - only buying himself a few moments awake, he was certain - Jarrett was somewhat startled to realize two more people now occupied the elevator car. He must've fallen asleep incredibly fast to have missed their joining.
"Can't you people see I'm trying to take a nap?" he joked. Allowing himself a gigantic stretch, he was starting to feel alive enough to hold some conversation.
"I really hate first impressions." The comment was obviously aimed at the young lady, accompanied by a sheepish smile. They'd probably seen each other around, but for the life of him he couldn't remember ever talknig to her. So what an excellent moment to start, when his sorry ass is holed up in an elevator. Probably snoring, even.
"Why didn't you wake me up, Lou?" Reaching over, he lightly backhanded his taller teammate's shoulder. They didn't compete in the same events, but it was only natural the snowboarders would get to know each other. Sharing the same training turf and apparently a interests, they all seemed to get along well. There was something about the mountain that mellowed you out. Any snow surfer was a brother, at least the way Jarrett saw it.
Amber Carson walked into the building after her long workout in the slalom. She ran her hands through her brown hair that fell down to shoulders and then walked to the elevator. She pressed the button and her blue eyes scanned the hall to see if any one else from the American team was coming. She paitently waited for the elevator as she looked at herseslf in a mirror in the hall. She was medium height being 5 foot 6 and was slim and athletic and was at the olympics at 19.
The elevator opened and she turned around and walked inside seeing some of her teamates. She leaned against the wall and waited for someone to talk.
Amanda let out a yawn. This is going to be long day. The young man on the ground had waken. He looked familair, for a moment she searched her brain, was he at that resturant the other night. That had to be it. She smiled at the young man.
"I really hate first impressions." "Don't worry about it." She showed him another smile. The two snowboards apparently knew each other. "By the way I'm Amanda." Then the elevator doors opened again and another girl walked in. Amanda noded at the girl.
He rested a arm on Jarret's head "Well after all that drinking we did last night I figured you'd need as much sleep as possible today" He smirked at the two ladies as he made Jarret his leaning post, a joke he did with Jarret since they met. He liked the Taiwanese decendent, he considered the guy a good friend.
Lou looked to Amanda and the new girl "I'm Lou and this is my buddy Jarret"
The small, but growning group were going up. Only about ten more floors for Amanda. Maybe if I get finished early enough I can go watch the snowboarding games. she thought to herself. The two males looked like they have known each other for a while.
The young American girl unzipped her bag and pulled out a bottle of water. She sucked on her water for a few seconds before replacing it back in her bag.
Looks to Jarret. "what times yer half-pipe run tomorrow? Found out they messed up and put me in Snowboardcross instead of just the slalom. Guess we'll be competing." Lou was good at the halfpipe, he had pulled off some impressive moves in his earlier trial for Snowboardcross, how he and Jarret met back during the nationals to come to the Olympics. Lou then turned to Amanda and the New girl "So what are you two competing in?"
Already leaning on his board, Jarrett paid little attention to his new role as Lou's armrest and smiled winningly through the introductions. He only came up to his teammate's shoulder anyway, so the height difference was a popular to joke about. He promised to get his revenge later. Perhaps he'd put plastic wrap over the toilet bowl.
"Alright bro. Another American for the SBX. If it's any consolation, though, I've always thought silver looked better on you anyway." Humor fueled the comment. Friendly rivalry and the chance to show off in front of the two ladies were simply too persuasive to let him keep the barb to himself. For the moment he let the notion that he might not be competing slide. His taped wrist was conveniently hidden away beneath a thick glove.
"I gotta be up and out at five, bro. Some practice, checking in for the event, yadda yadda yadda," he rolled his eyes. "You know how it is, though; ladies first. Ain't actually gonna get to compete 'til 3 or 4, probably, depending on when how fast the girls get done."
"I don't think I'm even going to tease myself with sleep. Gonna sit up, wax the board, and make fun of the local TV."
With a shrug, Jarrett turned his focus to the women. They were both quite easy on the eyes, which was good considering how tired his baby browns were.
Amanda had been listening and watching as the two American guys joked around with each other. "I'm a figure skater. I'm to be competing in about three hours. I'm not going to be getting very much sleep." She smiled at the boys again.
"I'm a figure skater. I'm to be competing in about three hours. I'm not going to be getting very much sleep."
Lou looked to Amanda, "Well that sucks, maybe since I can't sleep I'll come watch you compete. I don't sleep much to begin with." Gives Amanda a wink, drops his arm from Jarret's head and slides closer to Amanda. "So where you from?"
"Well that sucks, maybe since I can't sleep I'll come watch you compete. I don't sleep much to begin with." She let out a little smile at that thought. Then maybe they could meet up at a resturant afterwards. She thought.
"So where you from?" By now the man she came to know as Lou was standing closer to her. "Angel,Michagan. Its right on the Great Lakes." Amanda sat her bag on floor.
"Where are you from? I can tell by the accent were not orginally from the states."
"Angel,Michagan. Its right on the Great Lakes." He smirked and nodded knowing Michigan pretty well.
"Where are you from? I can tell by the accent were not orginally from the states." He chuckled and shrugged. "Actually I'm from Buffalo,NY so I know all about the great lakes..I'm stuck between Lake Erie and Lake Ontario. My parents are both Irish born so growing up around them you kinda get the accent, got picked on during school since I sounded different."
Amanda was a sucker for men with accents, but she was not going to voice that. She looked up at the wall to see which floor they were on. Only about three more until they reached her floor.
She looked up into his eyes. wow his eyes are pretty. she thought.
Slipped closer to Amanda. "So what floor are you on?" His blue eyes set firmly on her green eyes. He reached past Amanda and set his snowboard in the corner behind her.
"So what floor are you on?" "I am on the 20th floor." She picked her bag back up seeing that her ride was going to be over shortly. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to get to know Lou some more.
"I am on the 20th floor." "No way! I'm on 20 as well, room 33" Wow was this his lucky day, he reached past her and grabbed his snowboard and then as she picked up her bag he gently stopped her and took her bag for her. "Since we're on the same floor might as well walk you to your door and carry this for you." Smiled at her and winked. As the doors opened to the 20th floor he placed his board on one shoulder and carried her bag in the other hand. He nodded to Jarret "see ya on the mountain." Waited for Amanda to lead the way to her room.
No way! I'm on 20 as well, room 33" Wow was this his lucky day, he reached past her and grabbed his snowboard and then as she picked up her bag he gently stopped her and took her bag for her.
As the doors opened the two Americans walked out. She was fishing in her pocket for her keys. She found them as she was walking down the wall. She stopped across the hall from apt 33 at apt 34. She put the key into the lock and turned it. She opened the door. She turned back to Lou.
Cracks up laughing "No way yer room 34?" Smiles and leans close, standing within easy reach of her thinking to himself, she can either grab her bag or my belt and drag me in her room. Hopefully it's answer B cause that would be fun. He smiled at Amanda "So what are you gonna do for the next 3 hours? And do you want company?"
She went to take her bag. "So what are you gonna do for the next 3 hours? And do you want company? "I know I am not going to be able to sleep. I wouldn't mind company at all." She steped inside the suite and allowed him room inside."
Once he was inside she closed the door and locked it. She motioned for him to set her bag on the counter and she took the water bottle back out and took a sip. "want anything to drink? I have water, and coffee."
Follows her in and hears her lock the door behind them. "want anything to drink? I have water, and coffee." "Water's fine" sets his board in a corner and sits down in the chair. Taking off his jacket, underneath he had a black tee shirt. His arms were muscled, like any atheletes he worked out to keep in shape. Though unlike alot of the others, he was also tattooed. He had a celtic cross tattooed on his right forearm and a angel holding kneeling with a sword in it's hand on his left.