9 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
17 Years
male
|
Post by Atticus Trinidad on Oct 6, 2018 16:46:30 GMT -4
Smooth Fall breezes tug at the reddening trees, a cool temperature falling over Tokyo. People bustled around the area, going through their normal daily routines and acting like everything around them was okay. The city was strangely peaceful, with no villain attacks to be seen. It was only the early morning though, which meant that anything could happen, especially since those pesky criminals tended to love causing havoc around the afternoon time. Outside of the morning rush was the park, which was strangely barren people-wise. A calm silence had taken over Tokyo's park, aside from the rustle of falling leaves whenever the wind decided to rile up.
That was until a soft humming began filling the park, seeming to come from the trees themselves. Partially, that was true. The sound was resonating from a man, laying comfortably on a tree branch, maintaining perfect balance. Every so often a snore would interrupt the humming, as the blue-haired boy was actually asleep. With his hands behind his head, Atticus was stuck in his own dreams, blissfully unaware of what may be happening around him.
The 17-year-old was in the trees to simply escape school, and have what he lovingly called "me time" out in the city. This little spot on one of the few trees that weren't cherry blossoms was his absolute favorite. Atticus had even carved his initials into the tree, in a spot right above his sleeping head. It was a home away from home to him, and he adored how he didn't have to worry about anyone else there. Even though he often stood out in a crowd due to his height and appearance, this was a place where he could hide with ease. Unless the person had an exact quirk for finding random people, they would have a rather rough time noticing the teen. At times he wasn't humming, that is.
That blissful sleep was interrupted when Atti's dreams began to delve into his typical nightmares. That humming fell silent as the boy's face scrunched up in pain. Jerking awake as he relived his past, Atticus lost his balance for the first time since the boy discovered his little place. With his sleep officially disrupted, the poor sap plummeted to the ground below him, with only a pair of shorts on. LAIKA OF GS! |
|
603 Posts
4 EP
EXP
Total
Watchdog-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 7, 2018 13:54:50 GMT -4
Fall could eat his tanned dick for all he cared, if he was quite honest. The worst season in his opinion, where the comfortable summer that fed him so much nice sun and heat so his body could function perfectly would start to simply sneak away each passing day, only leaving cold, misery and lots of rain. It was just seasonal Britain at that point, to be completely honest. And Britain, no matter if it is seasonal, daily, eternal or whatever the hell it may be -- is never good.
He left Britain for some god damn reason after all.
Now, why would Maximillian be spending time at the park, instead of his dorm room like he always did? Well, aside from changing up his usual drole, miserable routine of spending all his time in his room, it was really just to.. uh.. huh, what reason DID he have to be at the park at this hour? He wasn't here to watch the Ducks, even if they were funny and adorable with the way they swam through the water, those cute curvy beaks letting out that loud, funny "QUECK" sound. Ducks are just so damn adorable.
But no, really, all he wanted to do by coming to the park instead of staying in his room was simply change up his routine, nap in different places, see so many new, different people. The mutant quirkeds were the most interesting to stare at, actually. He'd spend the day doing this routine, were it not for him noticing a slight rustling at the tree above him and, thanks to sharpened instincts, rolled over so that Atticus would fall directly on the ground, not on top of him. "Watch where you're falling, dude. You alright?" The tanned, frozen boy asked while turning his head to face Atticus, his golden eyes staring at him, inspecting him up and down, not even questioning on the fact that he was wearing just shorts. The cold the boy was known for kept itself ever so present, surely chilling him quite quickly.
|
|
9 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
17 Years
male
|
Post by Atticus Trinidad on Oct 16, 2018 21:04:23 GMT -4
Atticus wasn't surprised when he awoke to his body slamming into the ground, dead leaves embedding themselves in his stark blue hair. With a huff, the 17-year-old's eyes flickered open, his dark gaze flickering around as he stretched his sore muscles. He was completely oblivious of his surroundings, until a voice nabbed his attention to the side of him. Quirking his eyebrow, Atticus followed the sound, only for his gaze to fall upon a familiar face. Maximillian.
He'd never actually interacted with the frosty boy before; only knew of him since they were both in the same class. Atticus also knew that the frozen man was very talented, and knew of his intense powers. That fact didn't stop a shit-eating smirk curling up on the bluenette's features, before he tugged down his tinted glasses and winking. "Sorry my man! Sometimes you just gotta nap in a tree, ya know?"
With that continued smirk, Atticus crawled backwards, until his back pressed against the roughened bark. It was only then that the chilly aura of his newest companion came over him, in which Atticus finally regretted wearing only shorts for the first time ever. Chills ripple through his muscled body, taking quite the toll on the fiery boy.
"I'm just tryna enjoy being as nude as possible man."
LAIKA OF GS! |
|
603 Posts
4 EP
EXP
Total
Watchdog-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 17, 2018 15:24:40 GMT -4
Who is this guy. Maximilian did not, at all, know who this blue-haired guy was or why the hell did he seem to have stolen his cut, possibly at least, nor why did he have so many tattoos. Or where did a guy like him get a body so appetizing, god damn yum. Personally, Maximilian could really only admire muscled guys though, in this one's case, the balance of his lean physique and muscles were, to say the least, perfect in his standards.
Still, did not change the fact that he was napping on a tree in just his shorts like some sort of idiot.
“Yeah, I noticed. And no, I do not sometimes need to sleep on a tree. I sleep on a bed.”
Though his eyes and voice spoke of someone that was ever so slightly miffed about this entire situation, of being almost squished by someone taller and probably heavier than him while he just wanted to relax and watch people pass by; his real emotions were becoming hard to mask. He admired this guy already, being so alluring and confident, as well as having a dreamy physique.
The tanned boy’s face eased up and even smiled, deciding to flirt as he always would in these situations. It was fun and it just felt right. “Yeah, that's fair. When you have goods as alluring as yours, you gotta flaunt 'em!~” The boy exclaimed with a grin, even sneakily licking his bottom lip when looking at him, just looking to see if he could catch the bluenette off guard.
|
|
9 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
17 Years
male
|
Post by Atticus Trinidad on Oct 17, 2018 20:52:15 GMT -4
With a quirk of his head, Atti's signature grin faltered a little bit at the other boy's response. He wasn't wrong, per say. A lot of people would probably find it just as strange that the seventeen-year-old often found himself napping in trees, with no direct motivation to it other than a simple 'YOLO'. Soft anxieties poking at his stomach, Atticus snapped back into his typical persona, a chuckle leaving his body before he responded. "You don't understand how great it is till you experience it." With a deeper smirk, the bluenette winked at Maximillion, hoping to later ask about possibly sleeping in a tree with him.
'Maybe even screwing in a tree. Who knows. '
Just at the thought, Atticus had to hold back laughter as he shifted positions again, putting his hand behind his neck. With his other hand, the bluenette adjusted his red-tinted glasses, pushing them down to expose his fiery gaze, and taking in the appearance of the other boy. Aside from seeing him in class every so often, the seventeen-year-old had never actually taken a good look at him, until now. His tanned companion was rather attractive, and giving him a good top-down glance and enjoying the view.
The next thing Maximillion said though, caught the typically suave man off guard. A soft red dusted over his cheeks as his sharp eyes opened up in surprise, before a big grin drew across his face. "What can I say? I have to give pretty boys like yourself a nice show." Raising both of his arms, he flexed them and displayed his smooth, well-defined muscules to the other male.
LAIKA OF GS! |
|
603 Posts
4 EP
EXP
Total
Watchdog-Rank Quirk:
|
Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Oct 18, 2018 9:09:29 GMT -4
A slight quirk of the eyebrow. Was this guy for real, or was he just trying to make it till he made it, as some people say? His entire personality and demeanor were so hilariously fake that he almost felt bad, honestly! As if his sharp, golden eyes could ever let something like that miss: the way his smile faltered a little, his entire stance growing more stiff. Hell, even the snapping back to attention was not exactly well hidden, showing Maxi that something with him was wrong, even if the case of him not noticing his initial sign had actually been reality. Bad actor, for sure though not exactly something that offended him. Being anxious around people could be truly nerve wracking, as Maxi could easily attest to thanks to his early life as a young little british boy and, honestly, it was ridiculous how your fear of someone's opinion can hinder you. " Still passing on sleeping in a tree." Confessed Maximilian, feeling as if he was being mean to the poor guy who was just spending some time having fun sleeping in a tree --- it wasn't even a crime after all, it was just weird. Besides that, Maxi could easily hold onto something better, like how he actually blushed thanks to his flirting and even flirted back! Maxi simply couldn't let a chance like this to pass up, not when he was in and ready for the touch-down of his life! "Oh please, do keep giving me shows. I love it." The boy teasingly said, quietly admiring how he flexed his muscles just to try and impress him. Sexy muscles none the less, bigger than his at least, though something in them was different. He could always flex something much different than muscles. "Let me flex something.. different."
The boy said, looking up at the sky for a second or two while breathing in quietly. He had never done this actually, though he still knew he could do it on a whim: since that day, since he got yet another scar on his head, he knew he could release his quirk further should he will it, though he never had for fears of losing control, of letting it get so free that it would just go overboard.
He didn't fear it anymore.
"Area Zero - Release." That was all that he said, a little mutter that, in any other person, would be quite inconsequential. For him though, just a split second later, Maximilian let his quirk go free, its "area of effect" expanding rapidly with a noticeable drop in temperature and a slight gust of wind, accompanied by swirling cirrus clouds at ground level, to show the effect his presence itself could have at this point.
Course, it quickly stabilized but the effect was there: on a whim, just letting his quirk be free was enough to cause quite the view, something Maximilian was more than just a little proud of.
Now how would he react?
|
|
9 Posts
EP
EXP
Total
17 Years
male
|
Post by Atticus Trinidad on Oct 25, 2018 9:30:58 GMT -4
He specialized in that gakr, overly cocky facade. Atticus was a fire breathing mother fucker, yet he was still struggled to even be true to himself. Filled to the brim with insecurity and doibt, it was almost sad how much Atticus struggled with such simple interactions. And, this time was worse than many, since yhis stupid jot guy from his class was tslking to him, and probably thinking he was some thick-skulled neanderthal. It especially didn't help with the fact he fell out of a tree, embarassing himself to an even greater extent.
Running his hands across the bristling grass, Atticus simply nofded at the other boy's response. "Hey, your loss." Calming down some, Atticus fell back into the ease of his usual charming persona. Long fingers dancing across the his grass, his hamd grabbed onto a nearby dead leaf and placed it on the blue haired boy's leg, before contiuing with his shenanigans.
With his arms raised and his muscles prominent, Atticus chuckled at the other boy's comment. He adored the attention currently bring given to uim, and what made it even better eas the fact that Maximillion was oh so attractive. "You like my muscles that much? I mran if you're interested, I could show you more." A smirk tigged ip on the corner of Atty's lips as his crimson gaze stared into gold. Winking, Atticus fonally stopped his flex show, dropping his arms into his lap.
At the mention pf a different type of flexing, Attocue quirked up one of his eyebrows. His interest was grabbed. "Hmm?" Curious, Atticus sstaree at his fellow classmate, absentmindingly tapping his fingers against his own knee.
It was then that everything made sense. The colder temperature dropped even more after Maximillion muttered that sentence, and before Atticus could even process it, icey clouds begam floating around. Every alarm in the fire-breather's body seemed to explode as his bodu temperature lowered. It toodk every ounce of restraint Atticus jad to not set a massive fire then and there, as a sort of defense. Taking a deep breath, Atticus took a moment to calm down before smiling, and finally appreciating the sight. "Dude...that's beautiful. I usually hate the cold, but you make it rather appealing." The sligjt flirt interjected into Atty's words was something completely sincere, and he hoped Maximillion understood.
|
|
