"olympians? winter, and summer? together?"
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『 in which select and diverse olympic qualifiers are sent to a camp in order to ease growing war tensions between countries 』
✿ 12/12 closed, discontinued
✿ @minglet, 2018
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『 COUNTRY : Norway 』 ETHNICITY : Japanese AGE : 16 HEIGHT : 5'5 LANGUAGES : Japanese + Bokmål + Conversational Sami + English EVENT : Rhythmic Gymnastics ╹ EDUCATION : Hartvig Nissen Gym ╹
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"emil, what a gorgeous compilation of names you've got. i don't think i've ever seen a japanese boy coming from norway. what a snowflake, you are."
gushing, emil yoko couldn't help but smile and laugh at tonya's visual excitement. he felt her eyes on his small frame and prayed to god she didn't notice the huge purple-blue welt forming on his knee; he'd run into the last interviewer with zero intention and nearly cried of relief when she was a total sweetheart about it. typically, he'd would have been scolded relentlessly for his absence of being mindful to his surroundings.
"not to mention, i'd like to personally congratulate you for being one of the pioneers for boys in the sport of rhythmic gymnastics. it's almost a brand new addition, and i'm more than honored to have you in our camps."
"o-oh, thank you, miss verbeek! i'm honored to be here as well. i hope you can forgive me in time, however."
tonya cocked her head in confusion at the small boy.
"why's that?"
"i'm not that great at walkingー or having good luck. it's strange, right? shouldn't i be coordinated? rhythmic gymnasts are balanced, we dance with items and let them stable themselves on our body parts. but i can't seem to be as graceful as i am on the mats."
tonya smiled warmly, shaking her head at his enchanting adolescence. she hoped he would stay innocent forever.
"don't feel too bad about that, emil. have you seen yuzuru hanyu? skates wonderfully but the second he's off that ice, he's falling all over the place."
dwindling his thumbs, emil couldn't help but still allow the insecurity to linger. although, it did feel nice to hear someone compare his clumsiness to someone like yuzuru hanyu. the metaphor made him smile.
"i guess so, miss verbeek. but no worries, you're definitely right; it should never get the best of me. you'll never be let down as long as i'm in the building!" he replied, adding enthusiastic hand gestures.
"that's excellent to hear. at 16 years of age, you've sure accomplished quite a bit. don't be frightened, but you're the youngest member."
yoko's breath hitched for a second but he took it upon himself to regain his optimism.
"that's alright, miss verbeek. i hope they treat me well."
"if they don't, they'll be some rules put into place," she said, playfulness in her tone of voice.
"oh lord, i apologize in advance if i cause any trouble. i really want to prove myself as the youngest," he said with unnecessary worry.
tonya waved it off.
"like i said, don't be frightened, hun. you're here for a reason."
"right. i'm here for a reason," he repeated, saying it once more in his mind.
tonya glanced down at her worn clipboard with papers that were by now probably disorganized. she skimmed her fingers down the page in front of her in silence; emil swung his legs.
"well, there's nothing more i can say. unless you have something to say, of course."
shaking his head, emil wanted nothing for the interview to end so he could meet his new roommates and pray they would accept him. anxiousness prickled at his skin.
"i'm sorry if i break anything. it happens a lot."
verbeek couldn't help but reach over and ruffle emil's hair; he beamed with affection, he liked to be doted on.
"don't worry about it dear, it happens to all of us one time or another. you're free to go whenever you please."
emil yoko halvorsen radiated with buoyancy as he stood up to bow deeply to his successor.
tonya stopped herself from laughing when he tripped on the way out.
dear god, i realized more than one of you thought that the slot name was the country the character had to be from. i'm so sorry i didn't make it more clear that you didn't have to follow that dndjsjs. nevertheless, it made for some great cultural choices.
