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[ASPEN B.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]with the snow melting more and more each day, bowie knows if he wants to do some... experimental things with his skateboard, he’s going to have to do it sooner have to wait a whole year before the conditions are right once again, if he even stays at the lodge for that long. so, it’s probably not a great idea, but he’s been unable to rid his brain of it since it popped into his head. it would be a disgrace if he didn’t at least try, that’s what people used to do there, right? use a board to go down the side of the mountain, he’s going to do the same, just with his preferred board. putting the ol’ ski lodge to good use! not letting it rot away with so many people constantly living in it.

he had made his decision to try it out the night before and struggled to get to sleep because of it. but, eventually he runs his thoughts tired and gets on a few hours before he finally gets up mid morning and sets out to find the best spot. aspen’s lips purse as he assesses the pros and cons of each potential spot. eventually, he finds a place he thinks will be perfect: a pretty open area with what looks like still has a covering of enough snow to cushion any uneven ground and any falls. he rushes back to his room to grab his board, placing it on the floor to zoom through some of the halls in pure excitement for what he’s going to do.

aspen passes a few people he recognizes as he’s gliding through the halls, giving them a raise of his chin as a greeting with what could be described as a cheeky smirk. when he’s asked what he’s doing, he tries to encourage people to join him, “ [color=#80bfff]common, it’ll be fuuuun, “ as his eyes follow them as he passes them.

then, he’s setting up what he’s envisioned, board as centered in the patch of snow as he can eyeball, wheels in the snow. he steps on, teeter-tottering his weight on the front and back of the board to try and get him going. it doesn’t work well, getting stuck before it can even breech the top of the hill. “ [color=#80bfff]alright, “ he huffs, a little shake of his head and half of an eye roll, kicking the board back to its starting position. okay, so, he has to get a running start. he glances side to side as he backs up, across the walkway, just to make sure he won’t be blocking other people’s ways. once he’s as back as far as he can get, aspen grins. this has to work.

[freddie]

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— and freddie thought that he was the only one that came up with some rather questionable ideas during his free time. the idea of going snowboarding down the slick and melting snow was an absolutely terrible idea. as much as bowie encouraged that it would be fuuuun, fred seemed to have his doubts. god, knowing the luck of the lodge, bowie would take a tumble and crack his damn skull open. something gleamed in his eyes, a grin starting to spread across his lips as bowie prepared himself to run. “oh, this is going to be so good.”

the only thing freddie liked more than performing potentially dangerous stunts, was watching others perform them and possibly rooting for them to fail in the process. still, despite him almost rooting for the other man to crash and burn, he ended up piping up, “i’ll go next." a competitive gleam in his eye as he added, "make this a good one, bo. i’d hate to show you up.”

fred had never skateboarded in his life, let alone try and attempt to go speeding down a snowy mountain atop one. though this guy was just about as painfully competitive as fred could be; there wasn’t any harm in attempting to egg the man on. crossing his arms, he watched aspen closely - as if watching him would at all prepare freddie for his turn up next.

[STIRLING.]

#1b2763[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Wheels whirred through the lodge, the quiet clicks every time they passed over the tiny gaps in the floorboards catching William’s attention as he lifted his head from where he lounged comfortably on the couch. Now apparently Aspen had this ingenious idea - William learned whilst listening in to the conversation down the hall - where he’d attempt to skateboard down the mountain’s renowned slopes in some death-defying stunt. Now that would be interesting to watch. The terrain was deceptive.

And, besides, this conversation was boring him to death.

Slowly, he unraveled his arm from where it rested along the back of the couch, shifting away from the woman he’d been getting unsurprisingly cozy with as she continued to drone on about herself. How could somebody actually be so uninteresting? She flitted her gaze up with surprise as William began to stand up, cracking the pretense of an authentic smile as he cut into the conversation, ❝ Take care now, lovely. Gotta go now, but I’d love to hear the rest of your story another time. ❞ And then, he walked away, leaving the woman gawking at the abrupt end to the conversation.

❝ Have you thought this through yet, Bowie? Don’t want you breaking your back for us now. ❞ William questioned with hilarity as he approached his brother and the man who was about to get himself very hurt, he predicted. With his thumb, William pointed over his shoulder before asking (no, definitely egging Aspen on), ❝ I can go get the stretcher ready for you… unless you’re sure you can prove me wrong. ❞ No backing out of it now, huh? Not at least without getting his pride hurt by William’s playful taunts. William stopped beside his brother, turning his head to give him a brief, knowing look before looking back to Aspen.

❝ Show Freds here how it’s done. ❞ A nice way to amp up the competition between the two men. It always made for a more interesting show to watch.

[ASPEN B.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]bowie looks at his growing crowd. the audience causes him to grin, “ [color=#80bfff]i should have charged to watch, “ he jokes, giving an eye roll to the brothers and their big talk. just by the look, if aspen were to take a guess, they haven’t ever touched a skateboard, let alone successfully rode one. however, he lets them spew their taunts, he doesn’t mind. will’s warning of hurting himself just makes him chuckle, “ [color=#80bfff]broken a few backs, usually not my own, though, “ he states the innuendo simply, shrugging his shoulders. maybe he should be taking the dangers much more seriously, considering how they have a lot more experience in this terrain than he did; in his head, aspen just offsets this by his skating ability. he just refuses to get hurt, that’ll be enough, right? “ [color=#80bfff]super sweet offer, honestly, but i think i’ll be fine, might need it for your brother, though, “ bowie says, “ [color=#80bfff]i think you’ll have a problem living up to how good i do, fred, “ he responds, still keeping it all playful. he’s pretty sure these two are extremely serious about things like this, but it just isn’t necessarily bowie’s nature. he’s much more laid back and goes more with the flow, he just enjoys his shit talking, it’s all in good fun.

with his last little tease, aspen looks back to the board awaiting him in the snow. he takes a better running stance, taking in a deep breath. in his experience, jumping right into things is the best way to go about things, no time to psych himself out. he takes off, hopping onto the board and really trying to throw his weight onto the front end of it. this seems to work this time, only sinking slightly into the slush and starting down the slope. his arms go out to his sides to try to better his balance, but about halfway down, the board hits a rock and flies up. keeping his cool and his knees already bent, bowie is able to stay with the board and land the unplanned jump, but upon hitting the melting ground, the wheels hit a slick spot and shot out in front of him. he lands square on his ass with a groan and he lays back in the snow, just trying to let the immediate wave of pain go away.

his arm raises into the air, though, “ [color=#80bfff]i did it! “ he yells, slowly sitting up, “ [color=#80bfff]doubt you could do better! “ he manages a laugh as he gets up to relieve the pressure on his butt.

[freddie]

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— huffing a short breath, head tilting back briefly in amusement, he found a small smirk twitch at his lips. he glanced towards his brother, noting, “like you would do much better than either of us.” a gentle attempt to rope the man into it, though will didn’t seem to be interested in taking a turn, but simply trying to increase the competitive nature that he knew thrived inside of the younger brother. frederick always chased down the opportunity to get his adrenaline running. something that could potentially go wrong seemed to be so right for the young man. throwing some semblance of competition into the mix only made it that much more enticing for fred; the blonde was already looking forward to giving bowie a run for his money. with all of their talk - and fred not quite seeming to have high expectations for bowie himself - he was still eager to see just how far aspen would go. and, with expectant eyes, he watched the man jump up onto the board, watching as the man started down the slope.

he watched closely as he made it halfway down, managing to stay on the board even as it flew up a bit in the air, the man landing with balance and ease that freddie knew he didn’t have. “he’s actually doing it, huh?” he ended up saying to will, glancing over at the man with an all-too knowing look. god, fred was absolutely screwed in this one. he underestimated aspen just a bit too much. though, it seemed that he spoke too soon, watching as the board shot out from under him, landing on his ass before completely reaching the bottom. fred watched closely, briefly wondering if bowie would complain about the failure or not -- but instead, the dumbass raised his arms into the air, exclaiming about how he did it.

something flashed in his eyes, lit aflame from the excitement of competition. “oh, yeah?” he hums. “as much as i’d hate to steal your thunder, i’m going to show you how to do it without falling on your ass.” quite big talk for someone who knew next to nothing about boards.

[MAXINE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]even in her younger years, maxine was never one to jump straight into things that had the possibility of ending in herself getting hurt. at times she could be overly cautious, but she wasn’t always a total bore to be around, there were just times when she used her better judgment more than others, like she was doing now. max had no intentions of sledding down the mountain on a skateboard, but she was going to go and watch the others do it. as much as she tried to say it was just in case someone ended up getting hurt, there was a little part of her that knew she probably wouldn’t have had any interest in watching if someone other than aspen had brought up the idea. she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was something about him that kept drawing her in

max wandered towards the growing crowd with her hands shoved into her pockets just as aspen took his running start. as her eyebrows scrunched together, she walked closer to get a better look and stopped a few feet away from the brothers, blue eyes trailing after him as he went down the slope. there was a brief flash of anxiety that washed over her as the board slipped out from under him, but as he triumphantly claimed that he did it and sat up, she couldn’t help the chuckle she let out. "well, that was quite the show." she mentioned, a small and playful grin starting to form. "i hope it was worth busting your ass for." her sight lingered on aspen for more than she intended, but she was quick to direct her attention towards freddie once he spoke.

"you better hope you don't end up eating dirt after all that big talk," she gave another shot at lighthearted banter, it probably wasn't the best, but she was trying to get back into it.

[ASPEN B.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]he almost toddles as he starts to go retrieve his board, trying to walk as normal as possible as the pain subsides. bowie snickers as fred tries to claim he won’t fall, “ [color=#80bfff]i’m always willing to learn, “ he lightly taunts as he reappears from some trees and starts up the hill, extending the board out to freddie, eyebrows raised as he waits for him to take on the challenge.

“ well, that was quite the show, “

oh, he knows that voice anywhere and he reaches up to fix his hair, moving it out of his face, then he looks to her. her. max. aspen gets a warm smirk and a little wiggle of his brow, more than jumping at the chance to flirt. “ [color=#80bfff]i think you’re impressed, “ he states, “ [color=#80bfff]but stick around, because if you aren’t already, you will be after freds has a go. “ he shoots a look at freddie to hopefully wind him up even more, then looks at will, “ [color=#80bfff]better get that stretcher. “ he adds, referencing to his offer from before.

// this is Bad and Short but we gettin back into things so don’t be mad pls