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Aleksander

17

Invisibility;;

OOC: this is a mess ngl. will do enne and ethan another time coz i got hw i havent started ;)

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Alek was lost. Sure his grades were fantastic, and he's been able to go shopping more often because of that, but did that really make anything better? He still didn't know anything. What happened to his family and friends, or really anyone he knew. No one here seemed familiar except for maybe that girl he met in elementary school, Eva. He was definitely feeling homesick at most. Especially that morning. Obviously, when you can't sleep, you're exhausted and upset all day. No matter how much he hid how tired his eyes were, it was clear to anyone that he was in a bad, tired mood. He just wanted to be a bit happier again.

He shuffled off his coat as the classroom heated up, revealing just a simple long-sleeved sweater of black with thin Persian orange stripes tucked into a pair of simple black skinny jeans. As per usual, his black, wavy hair was pushed back and out of his face and the fingers that weren't scrolling on his phone were constantly tapping the desk in order to stay awake. The blue-eyed brunet didn't mind the rest of the classroom, just keeping to himself as he mindlessly scrolled through the phone the government had lend him. The noises of the other students chatting was drowned out and he felt like falling asleep already. But before he could even close his eyes, he almost flinched at the ringer going off. A notification. His spirits raised a bit when he realized it was just a text from Cez, and all concerns and thoughts about the past had temporarily vanished. He looked around until his blue eyes landed on his friend, raising his brows before looking back and tapping on the notification. The teen blushed a little in embarrassment when he read the word "cute", though rolled his eyes as though he was annoyed. He didn't text back. Though, even though Cez always did this, he enjoyed the fact that someone wanted attention from him. It was a bit flattering, each and every time she wanted to talk to him. Obviously, it was hard to talk to her because he only knew little sign-language. He was still working on it, and in the meantime she'd usually just text or write for him. Nonetheless, it was always fun to be with her.

He put down his phone and shifted in his seat until he was sitting on the side and facing her, leaning his elbow on the desk and his cheek on the palm of his hand. "There, you have my attention." he sighed, arching a brow and fighting the urge to smile. He had two goals every day: impress everyone but don't make them think you care. Besides, he was a little too sleepy to smile. "Now," he began, stretching his other arm by straightening it when gripping the edge of the seat in between his legs. "What can you offer that's 'better' than the quality content of social media?" he asked teasingly and almost sarcastically. But meeting her eyes, he did end up smiling a bit. It was refreshing and reminded him that his life wasn't complete shit. Whit always asked him and teased him about Cez and the super himself. As of the moment, he knew he cared about Cez, but he also knew they were just friends and he didn't really feel that way about her yet. y e t. Alek didn't really think of them in that way, but ever since Whitley had began bringing the topic up, it's been on his mind a bit more often.

Speaking of Whit, his head turned and his eyes moved on to an opening door that revealed his roommate. He seemed a little sweaty, of course due to him doing those morning runs. But nonetheless pretty attractive as the usual. Maybe he looked at the other for too long, but when Whit nodded at him in greeting he did the same in response. His facial expression didn't alter whatsoever, he was good at hiding the fact that he was probably crushing on a guy that was out of his league. And possibly straight. Despite being so good at concealing his feelings for the other super, he still smiled afterwards until he found Elliot entering shortly after and the two begin to interact. Oh well, he sighed, turning back to his friend. So much for giving her his attention... "Well?" he continued, returning from being distracted.

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Ennelentine

18

Human 💫

ooc: i think i gave up on editing so sorry for typos and sentences that fail to be grammatically corrext :) interacting with Pride. 's Ji-Ah
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Ennelentine slung a small, daisy yellow backpack around one shoulder once she finished her light eye make up. There was too much hair to brush, so that was one of the only steps skipped when getting ready for the day. She wore a dark burgundy turtleneck sweater that reached halfway her forearm, matched with dark blue jeans. Once she slid on some simple black flats, she went out the door and made her way to class. She knew it would be hard separating from her sister and parents, but it wasn't as bad as she thought. Enne had the material and time to act on her hobbies, and even gotten to the point where she made some friends. Before being taken from the government, her best friend was her little sister and her friendship didn't extend to many other people. She preferred finding her sister over her friends as of now, but when she couldn't do anything, it was nice to have a change and be able to laugh with and depend on other people than her family.

However, when her sister wasn't on her mind, she was definitely appreciating the company of Ji-Ah, Val, and anyone else. But especially, her feelings leaned towards Mei. It was disappointing to hear she was in another class. When it got to the times she was able to spend time with Mei, preferably alone, she swore she felt her heart skip a beat. What that meant, Enne wasn't sure. In the end, what she knew about Mei was that she was too innocent and pure to live under the strict captivity of the government. It could be a little gruesome, and even Enne knew what it felt to get shocked.

Speaking of friends, right as she entered class, she spotted another partner. At least Ji-Ah was in her class, nevertheless sitting right next to her. Enne settled in her seat, letting her back slip from her shoulder and land beneath her seat then redirecting her attention to her friend. One of the things she loved most about being here, though she acknowledged it was a hellhole, was every time the two of them boxed. It was nice to find someone else with similar interests, and it was fun to teach the other about the modern times. Ji-Ah was the second super she had befriended despite how hesitant she was about it in the beginning. But she learned that they were just normal teenagers from another time, and of course with superpowers.

"Good morning," she began, "Enjoying your time?" she teased lightly, referring to Ji-Ah minding her own business and picking her nails. Now all she had to do was wait till class started, but she hoped that lasted a while so she could catch up with her buddy.

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Ethan

18

Body of Steel;;

Ethan felt a splash of water hit his face, washing away the beads of sweat that glistened on his forehead. His thumb and index finger rubbed his eyes as the cold water drenched his face and his other hand blindly grabbed for a cloth. Once his face was dry, he looked up to the mirror as he continued to heave a bit. He hated working out in the morning, but it was part of his routine and he needed to keep in shape. Especially if he was going to be used for some war in the future.

Miki tidied himself a bit and stretched his arms tiredly. He failed to be homesick, there weren't many people he missed. And none of them missed him either, or that's what he's always assumed. He saw this as a new life, waking up in an airplane crash and above all with superpowers. However, even with a new lifestyle and new people, everything felt the same. Ethan saw it as a new life, but not one so much different from the last. Other people were the same to him. He didn't care about them very much, as long as they didn't get in his way. It was the same vice versa: he wasn't any different in the eyes of others. People still either wanted to bury him alive or get in bed with him. Though, with his power of turning into steel, it did change one thing. He had a lot more challenges and more threatening people to deal with, obviously with all the other '29 kids having even stronger powers. In the end, the greater challenge just got him to want to do better and better and get stronger and stronger. His determination was his strongest trait, but being sentimental was probably one of his weakest. He didn't care what people thought of him, he just wanted to win. He hasn't made many friends, just some jock group. Mikivikious failed to lead the group just yet, but he knew Whitley would probably get in his way even more in the future.

However, speaking of friends, Sunan was probably still asleep in his bed. The teen hurried up with brushing his teeth and afterward walked back out of his dorm's bathroom. He looked over to find the girl still in his sheets as he finally decided to stretch a checkered, long-sleeved v-neck over his head. Miki eyed Sunan for a little longer. He hadn't remembered the last time he was so fascinated with someone. Not that she means anything to me, she's just a friend with benefits, he told himself. The super denied any sign of emotions, it would only slow him down. Besides, I don't mean anything to her either. A major part of him hoped that was true, too.

He snapped out of his thinking and walked over to wake her up. His large, calloused hand running through her silky hair to interrupt her dreams. "You should wake up, we're leaving soon," he said a bit softly in a deep, raspy voice. Even after a few morning exercises and water in his face, the teen was still sleepy. He sat on the opposite end of the bed, arching his back to reach down and put on some shoes.

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Aleksander

17

Invisibility;;

Once he returned his gaze to Cez, as he had promised only a minute before, he turned his hand into a fist and leaned his cheek on it. He was obviously exhausted, even though he concealed the dark under his eyes. You could see it in his lazier body language when you would normally find him sitting straight up with his hands on his desk.

Though his eyes would stay open for a little longer as they looked into those of his friend's. Cez was definitely beautiful, and it was obvious that he enjoyed his time with her. Not that I have feelings for her, we're just good friends... She was definitely strange, it was pretty hard to figure her out. Especially since you couldn't actually talk with her. Though as he daydreamed uncontrollably, he rested his eyes. Aleksander almost fell asleep at that point, too. But not until he heard a sketchbook being placed on his desk.

The super opened his eyes to look at the sketch. His hand dropped from his face in shock, and his features showed distress, concern, and utter fear. His eyes were wide, his brows furrowed, and his mouth slightly ajar. His palm went over his lips in disbelief as he stared into the eyes of the 2D symbol of terror and darkness. He stared at it, terrified and petrified. He closed the sketchbook, hoping to never see that face ever again and handing it back to Cez. "This ruined every happy memory I had of my childhood," he began, muffled by his palm. He moved his hand to where he rested his temple on his fist. "I thought you had a gift with art. But it turns out to be a curse." Alek looked into Cez's eyes in a serious manner, as though he had just figured out she had began an apocalypse.

"This content belongs on the dark web, not Instoogram," he sighed, squinting his light blue eyes. "What have you done?" but he couldn't finish his serious acting seriously. He smiled a bit in amusement, which was normally very rare -- especially in the mornings. After 2k years, our gen z humor has failed to change.He was suddenly glad that he was with other supers, kids his age that were all in the same couple of decades with him and that they would all share the same sense of humor.

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Ethan

18

Body of Steel;;

Mikivikious finished tying his shoes, watching as Sunan walked from his bed to the bathroom. He watched her a bit carefully, admiring her silky hair and pretty eyes. He didn't feel anything for her, he just thought she was breathtaking to look at. But a lot of girls were. She's nothing special, he scoffed to himself until he believed it. He stretched his arms as he heard the shower go off, letting out a yawn and rubbing his eye tiredly.

The teen leaned forward, settling his elbows on his thighs and arching his back in order to rest his face on his hands. In the time he waited for Sunan to finish getting ready, he stayed put and gathered the couple of books and notebooks he left untouched on the ground. His hands went to his neck to hold up his head lazily, resting his eyes and falling into a very light and conscious sleep. Ethan didn't open his eyes until he felt fragile hands placing themselves on his knees. His head lifted and his eyelids parted, revealing the girl's dark eyes. All that was missing from her was a shirt. He stayed silent for a minute. "Yeah, go ahead and pick one out," he responded, tilting his head towards the closet. He got up himself when she went to his closet, throwing his school stuff on his sheets and grabbing a coat that was slung over the frame of his bed.

He didn't really feel like going to school at all that day. Sure, he was a total scholar and excelled every challenge that was thrown at him. But he was getting tired of waking up and doing his day-to-day routines. He wanted to do something different today, but that would just interrupt his goals. He dreaded walking out that door, but he knew he had to at some point. Miki didn't care about anyone else, he didn't care if he were to be used. But he did care if he would end up late to school or didn't go at all.

The super looked to the girl that had been in his sheets since the night before, examining her in his own shirt. It looked cute on her. But he had to move on from that.

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Aleksander

17

Invisibility;;

ooc: i didnt actually edit it lol so theres probably lots of typos and grammar mistakes and sentences might not make sense oops

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Aleksander snorted in disbelief and looked away at her next statement. "With great power comes great responsibility," he referenced. "Please, don't take this gift for granted. You shouldn't be creating such evil acts with it," he sighed, his smile already gone. Though it made him a little giddy inside when he heard Cez giggle. But just a little. The teen didn't have feelings for the other insert "doubt" meme, but when she was happy, it was easier for him to feel happy too.

He fidgeted with his own hand on the desk, watching closely as he cracked his own fingers and opened and closed fists and rubbed at his nails in thought. His hand, slim and large, was cold and felt frail. His fingertips and the side of his fist felt the smooth and cool surface of the desk until his other hand lengthened his sleeve to wrap both of them in its knitted warmth. Whatever he was thinking about, he didn't snap out of it until he heard the recognizable sound of his friend holding up her small white board. Alek stretched his arms forward, his fingers grasping at the edge of his sleeves to keep themselves covered, and his head rested on the desk area between his cotton-draped arms. He faced Cez, beginning to read the white board as his arms folded in order to keep his head up more comfortably.

Once the words were processed in his head, the super rolled his eyes. "Can you draw feet? That'll get you some profit," he replied jokingly, going along with the idea of his friend posting her art on the dark web. He had to admit, she was an amazing artist. Even if they were cursed, each drawing and piece of art from her impressed him.

When he read the next line, his lips pursed and his eyes wandered off guiltily. The thing was, he was learning sign language. He was learning with his teacher lately, but he wasn't going to let Cez know yet. It was going to be a surprise. What she didn't know was that, for the most part anyway, he understood what she was saying when she did ASL. However, the teen wanted to surprise her. Maybe since it's December and Christmas is coming up, I can show her then, he planned to himself.

On the other hand, he did feel a bit bad for making her write so much. Her pretty and (seemingly) gentle hands were probably a little bit calloused from having to write so much her entire life. He wanted to have conversations so easy like that with her, but not as badly as him wanting to surprise her out of nowhere. It'll be worth it, I swear, he thought to himself. He knew it was challenging for her to communicate with other people, especially during class discussions or just in a simple conversation with Alek himself. He couldn't wait to make it easier for her, and hell maybe even be some translator for her.

The brightness from the ceiling lights bled into his blue eyes, making them lighter than usual as they gazed back at his best friend. Now she wanted to actually plan out and teach him... He didn't need her to teach him, and he didn't want her to. Well, he wanted her to, but realistically he wouldn't because then it would just dispose of the entire point of his lessons with Ivan. However, if he turned her down to go to the library with her then he would either seem suspicious or just a bad friend incapable of trying for her. The cons were that it would seem weird if he said no, he didn't actually need the lessons and he wouldn't have an excuse to spend time with her. However the pros consisted he might learn it faster and more efficiently, find out if there's some ASL slang, and spend time with her on weekends more. So, in the end, he had to say yes.

"Yeah, to hell with it. Saturday work?" he decided, sitting up and leaning his chin atop his knit-together hands. "Teach me how to sign language." Another pro, she'd probably smile again when you say yes.

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Ethan

18

Body of Steel;;

As soon as her eyes brightened and he felt those sweet lips on his cheek, Mik stopped breathing. It felt different than a kiss from any other one night stands. But just a moment ago, he thought she was like everyone else.

He watched her walk over and pick out a top in confusion. The situation was the same with any other friends with benefits, but sometimes it felt completely different. He wasn't supposed to feel anything for someone else, and he never expected him to. Was he feeling something in the first place? Ethan watched her curiously, his brows furrowed in distraught and contemplation. A little muddled, the teen sat there unmoving and daydreaming. Soon enough he snapped out of it to check the time on his phone. They were going to be late if they didn't run out the door soon.

When he stood up, he was expecting Sunan to be ready for him by the door. But she's been standing by his closet for more than a few minutes, unmoving yet maybe trembling. Miki never found out what happened in her past, or how she ended up here. Though he was aware she had had issues with flashbacks and other post-traumatic stress. He hated it when she cried. He told her he didn't mind. But it hurt to witness it. Isn't she stronger than that? he pitied consciously. Why does she have to cry in front of me.He wasn't sure how it made him feel. He didn't like that she was hurt, he couldn't bear seeing those tears streak down her delicate and pretty face. It made his heart stop and he hated it when his heart stopped for her. He never felt pity for someone before and he never thought seeing someone else's distraught would make him want to help them. She was going to be a distraction. Though, everything kept him from wanting to lose her. He wasn't supposed to feel a thing, but now whenever she was around, and her only, the chemicals in his head were everywhere. They were so complex and confusing and new. They all surrounded Sunan and Sunan only.

Ethan couldn't stand witnessing it any longer. He stood up and walking over. His large calloused hand slowly resting on her shoulder. Normally he let it be, he'd let her get on with it. But now it was taking longer than usual, so it was probably a little more serious. He kissed the top of her head, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly and rubbed her arm as she wiped her tears.

When she walked away and gathered her things, his eyes stared at the books in his hands as he contemplated. He still didn't want to go today. He still didn't want to leave that door. But when the super saw that same girl waiting for him, ready to turn the knob, all he did was give a sleepy nod and a,"Yeah." in response to her soft voice before walking on. Obviously, he wasn't going to hold her hand. They weren't in some special relationship. He wasn't supposed to care about her. So maybe, in the future, if he doesn't act like he cares about her, then he can trick himself into thinking that. But who's to say he would actually go through with that plan.

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Aleksander

17

Invisibility;;

Aleksander clicked his tongue in response, fingergunning Cez at her first statement. "I'm sure there are still many weirdos out there, if the art is realistic enough you'll get plenty of fat cash," he advised her jokingly. Obviously, he said so in his usual semi-deep monotone so it didn't really seem like he was invested in the conversation. However, he continued to make eye contact with Cez and stay connected with her throughout their strange conversations. On the inside, he was deeply interested in the weird shenanigans they talked about, whether they were texting all night or writing each other notes all class. The super was a professional at hiding how he felt about anything, even if he could break out of such an act time to time when around Cez or Whit. Mostly, it was Cez he was unable to keep a guard up with.

In the end, the teen made the right decision of saying yes. The purpose of agreeing to such plans was to make her smile, and boy did it work. He felt that before. That happy feeling you feel just because someone else is happy. For a moment, there was a flashback from before the crash of a similar situation. And his fingers trembled more as they fiddled with one another. However, Aleksander shoved the thought away instantly and just focused on his friend. Seeing her all giddy and relieved distracted him a bit. He acted like hanging out with her over the weekend wasn't that big of a deal, but she definitely seemed happy about it. So, it was definitely worth it.

Besides, it was Christmas time. This was the last week of school and he wanted to make it as less boring as possible. He loved winter with the snow and the cozy environments and the festival lights. And most of all, it was the best season to ice skate. Not a lot of people visited the rink, so he had a lot of alone time to practice. On the other hand, he did celebrate Christmas in the first 7 years of his life. Due to certain and unfortunate events, they stopped being such a close knit family and were by themselves. That was one of the cons to winter, it just reminded him a lot of how his family separated. He cracked his cold, twitchy fingers and played with them to distract himself momentarily from that sudden reminder. He did have one last holiday with his friends before the crash. And now, he was hoping to continue such a tradition with his new friends. It wasn't christmas that he loved, just the winter vibes. If Cez didn't normally have a good time in her Decembers, he'd make sure she enjoyed this season.

He cleared his throat now, covering one hand in his sleeve and using the other to brush back his wavy black hair until his forehead fell to his palm. He closed his eyes tiredly for a minute to regain a tiny bit of energy, tapping his other fingers nervously on the desk. He didn't know what he was nervous about, but he always had this faint anxiety this early in the mornings. "So," he began, "How was your morning?" he inquired politely, opening his tired, light-blue eyes and looking towards Cez. The super couldn't think of anything else to bring up, so asking how they were was his last and only option left.

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Aleksander

17

Invisibility;;

ooc: interacting with we are all mad here i'll get to ethan tomorrow since i rlly need to catch up on him lmao.

ic: Aleksander cleared his throat as he had lost any ideas he might have once had to talk about. He didn't know what to say next or how to respond. Normally, he was independent and was able to deal with such semi-awkward situations. Maybe it was the air that was too cold or the sun that was too low for him to be awake mind-wise. It was hard to think straight. He felt haunted at night, and the aftermath of it in the mornings weren't much better. Whenever he did sleep, every nightmare he had imagined with his eyes closed were taunting him since they felt so recent and real. His cold hands twitched and he scratched his short nails against the right side of his neck. Despite wearing such a comfortable sweater, he felt goosebumps. This was why he wasn't a morning person. it wasn't that big of a deal, just a discomfort of the day that would pass soon and never come back again. It also helped that Cez was there with him, chatting with him and had even made him smile already.

He jumped slightly when he felt Cez's warm and gentle grasp on one of his lightly trembling hands, and that's when he snapped out of it. She caught him out of his thoughts and he looked up to feel the sticky paper being folded into his palm. He raised a sharp brow in confusion, unfolding his hands and on the verge of looking at the drawing. Though, he developed a sort of distrust on Cez ever since the cursed drawing from before. He squinted his maya blue eyes suspiciously at his friend until he read the white board. He pursed his lips, still a little dubious. Aleksander unfolded the sticky note and examined it thoroughly. It was a drawing of him. Smiling. His ears burned in both embarrassment and shock. Obviously, he expected such a well-done drawing from Cez no matter how much time she spent on it. He read the little note and it was confirmed that his mind wasn't focused on before, but rather now. He stuck it to his desk, skimming his thumb over it to keep the stick on the surface. He turned to Cez, well aware that it was cheesy but it definitely meant something to him. "Thanks..." it felt nice knowing he had a good friend again who always reminded him that they were there for him. The super missed his old good friends, but Cez made it better for him by a whole ton. "If I'm being honest, I don't think I'd have such a fun time dealing with this 'waking up in a plane crash after 2,000 years with super powers and in a government schooling facility' with you. Besides, you don't need to thank me, you're doing a favor by spending time with me too." he joked. He didn't want to seem too happy, and it was already enough that he had even let out a chuckle a few minutes ago, but his lips tied into a loose and soft smile for a split moment.

When the subject changed, he looked away and cleared his throat. The brunet noticed how her smile faltered a little bit, and little things like that always concerned him greatly for some reason. He was always worried about his friends. However, he tried his best to brush it off as him just catching her off guard in the end. "Well, to be real, I don't think she would even remember such a small thing. Uh, my morning was fine I guess. As most mornings, I almost tripped 'coz Whit keeps leaving his shit everywhere-" he wasn't genuinely mad about that, but still. "But it was normal." he yawned, looking back to her.

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It's been a little while since that morning. Class was over. Homework had been finished. And word had gotten around about the Christmas party. There was halloween party, but Cez didn't go with him that time. Aleksander himself didn't really like parties. Every time he went to one before the crash, something bad would happen. It was fun to make fun of other drunk kids, and it was fun to be one of the drunk kids. But it wasn't fun throwing up, dealing with spiked drinks, hiding because there's too many people, or getting in dumb fights.

However, despite all of that, he was determined to bring Cez along this time. He assumed it would be her first high school party, so he would dedicate himself to sticking by her and making sure she had fun. Until I presumably have too many drinks...

Now was time to actually pick out to wear and prepare for the wacc night looming in their future. Which meant it was time to waste all his credits on an outfit he could've just reused from his usual wardrobe and help Cez pick something out. So far, there hadn't been many semi-casual dresses fit for such a party, but he hadn't given up yet.

The teen concentrated on the racks of clothing, his hands swiftly pushing through each hanger and disapproving almost every dress either due to their size, price, or if they seemed like something Cez would wear in the first place. Outside the store was the crisp air holding a foreshadowing of snow and an orange and blue sky as the sun had just finished burying itself behind the hills they'd never be able to reach on foot. If it were a weekend night, there would be more late dates of couples walking through the outdoor mall. Despite the lack of people going out at this time, there were plenty of friends dining themselves at the food court for dinner. Inside, the store was ghostly and empty. Rows and rows of clothes held themselves upon hangers and folded themselves on low shelves. The white lights above were bright, and the floors were squeaky and white. He was definitely hungry then, but right now it was time to focus on preparations for either the worst or the best night of Cez's life.

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Aleksander

17

Invisibility;;

interacting with we are all mad here 's cez

ooc: unedited as always and rushed: was thinking maybe cez opened the door before he was going to knock or something with the dress on and hed be like "uh i got u another one but it looks like u dont need another ù//ú"

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That morning had just blended in with last night. There was no way he'd take the chance and sleep. Who knew what would happen behind his closed eyes. The night was his least favorite time of the day. In the morning, he'd lay in bed staring at the ceiling and pretending to sleep when Whit woke up to leave. Nothing different happened that morning, it was the same routine as always. Now, Aleksander personally preferred consistency. But in the situation all the kids were in, he was already tired of it. If I were to wake up from a plane crash 2,000 years later with superpowers, I'd expect that next level of my life to be a bit more exciting, he would think to himself sarcastically.

Luckily, the morning of today was over with and all that had to come was tonight and tomorrow morning. Although he would definitely fall asleep if he were to space out even for .0005 seconds and standing up. Despite the notable look of sleeplessness on his face through the dullness of his eyes, he was standing as tall as ever (as tall as you could get being a guy at 5'10"). He blinked slowly as his hands held every single cold, metal hanger and the small click and struggle to shove them away until he found the perfect item. The few other people in the shop might be wondering why an 18 year old boy was looking at dresses half his size, but it was always his job to help with this sort of thing. Even his step-sister couldn't dress up, she was the manliest of his friends. Kurt, too, I had to tie his goddamn tie for every dance,he thought to himself almost grumpily as though he were complaining. But in reality, he enjoyed fixing his eyeliner and zipping up her jumpsuits.

Though he hated to be brought back to before the crash. His mind wandered back to the shopping until he heard light footsteps approaching. He felt a tug at the sleeve of his sweater and he turned to look down at his friend. Cez didn't look like she had any better of a sleep than he did last night. At least he wasn't alone in this. She acted sheepish and sleepy, and he could tell she was trying to hide her arms when she showed him the dress and board. The dress seemed cute and was her style, from what he could tell. But that's not what he was concerned about. His numb and slightly shaky, cold hands reached out. At first it looked like he was going to take hold of the dress, but his fingers just brushed her arm with a worried look on his face. He didn't know what to say at first. Aleksander noticed she hoped he wouldn't notice but he couldn't help but notice. It's not that he hasn't seen this before.

He looked to the dress, back to her arm, then into her eyes. A moment passed as he thought, then his mouth opened as though he were going to speak. Then his lips closed. A moment passed and they opened again. "You can talk to me," he began hesitantly. He wasn't confident and well-advising in situations like this. No matter how calm and collected he was, sensitive subjects would usually get him nervous and unsure. "You can talk to me, you know that right? I mean, obviously not talk, but..." Of course he was worried about her. As close as they had gotten the passed few months, they weren't very open about their pasts or insecurities. But he never said very much because he wanted to give her time to trust him and/or be ready to talk about that sort of stuff. What always pissed him off the most is when someone he loved was hurt. Naturally, as most people, he blamed it on himself for not protecting them or keeping them happy enough. It's not like anyone was listening in, there were only a few other people in the maze of a store.

When the small talk was over, he continued looking until he found a dress. Obviously, the last thing he wanted her to wear was something scandalous. But it was cute and of the perfect formality for a teenage house party. He grabbed a black turtleneck to go underneath and a pair of boots. Of course, the other dress that Cez picked up herself was probably better and more her style. But the outfit would be plan B for whatever reason she needed one. On the way back, he picked up his own black sweater to try on real quick. When he made it to the dressing room, he stood awkwardly outside Cez's door. He waited for a moment, almost afraid to talk after before.

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Aleksander

17

Invisibility;;

ooc: here's another rushed, poorly-written, unedited post *woahs* i might do ethan but idk what hes doing so.

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Alek expected her to flinch away. He understood why, too. He hated the reasons why. It made him mad. For the most part, you can't tell what he was feeling or what he thought but this time it was obvious. The super was pissed off. He hoped that whoever was responsible for making Cez feel that way was burning in hell now. His frustrated eyes looked to his shoes. Whoever made her feel the need to hate herself kept eating at him.

He felt gentle hands begin to hold his face. They were warm and soft, yet fragile and unsteady. His ears felt warm in shock when he looked back. It was the same as the day they met. She was trying to compose herself, hide it all. But any fool could see the gloss of her eyes and lightly trembling lips. He watched her leave, wanting to reach out to her and talk to her. His lungs sat unmoving in his ribcage, the words in his head didn't make it past his tongue, his hand was paralyzed by his side. Aleksander hesitated, as he was left with his lips parted and his brows furrowed. He wasn't supposed to be afraid of anything.

Once Aleksander raised his hand to knock on the door, it swung open to his best friend. The line of her eyes were red, swollen. She didn't deserve that. The more casual as she acted as though nothing was happening, the more his heart stopped. He was pissed off, scared, tired. But he was composed.

Cezara on the other hand. She was beautiful. She looked great in that dress. She looked happy in that dress. It was a little reassuring and relieving for his stopping heart. And he was staring. His ears felt hot and he handed her the hanger with the outfit on it. "It looks great on you-" he began, trying his best to meet her eye and not look like a tween boy who's never talked to a girl before. The teen seemed completely composed and normal again before continuing. "It fits you."

She twirled and smiled and it made his worry go down a little as the air his lungs were holding in for such a long time had blown out. He caught himself looking for too long, his other arm reaching back to rub his neck awkwardly, and soon averted his eyes to the wall. He just wanted to spend time with her and see her happy. Now he just hoped it would last a little longer again. I don't remember the last time I felt so nervous...

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Aleksander

17

Invisibility;;

When his eyes traveled back to his friend, they were full with confusion, some concern, but mostly relief. She seemed happy. In a way, too happy, as though no one has complimented her like that before. He was glad she appreciated it so much, that smile made him feel warm inside. He wanted to make her smile like that more often. When he read the board, he was even more perplexed. In fact, Aleksander was even moderately pissed. The first time she was complimented like that? She deserved way more than that. She deserved to smile more. All it did was make him want to make her happy and safe even more. He fought the urge of telling her that everyone on the street should be appreciating her. To tell her that her smile glows and her eyes glisten when she's genuinely happy. All he could muster out was a, "Yeah, no problem..."

He lowered his arm as he examined her more. Not in a creepy way, in an observant way. Just like that the mood changed. Her smile had disappeared and he thought of the way she cried just moments ago. The super felt a new tight knot in his chest, his breathing becoming more stiff and forced. The way she looked at herself in the mirror. It bothered him, it pissed him off. She hated herself, he could see it. The way she glared at those scars and burns. Aleksander was always about perfection, but Cez was always his opposite. She was so imperfect but it was beautiful to him. He knew how it felt, those insecurities. Even if it wasn't just about burns and scars. He remembered his mother calling him handsome before a school dance, or his best friend complimenting his looks in the car on the way to another crazy party. He knew what it was like not to believe it, not to see the way they saw him. Alek's heart lurched with guilt, with empathy. It took him a while to see what they saw. Which meant it would be another long while until Cezara could see herself the way he saw her. He thought people had to be perfect to be amazingly breathtakingly beautiful. However, Cez was amazingly breathtakingly beautiful and yet she's covered in humane flaws. How could no one compliment her? If they just loved her the way she deserved to be loved maybe she wouldn't look at herself in such disgust. As always, the teen was even angrier than before, he glared at the ground. Everything pissed him off. He'd never showed it until he'd throw a fist, but as unbothered as he seemed he always wanted to kick some asshole in the family jewel.

However, a vicious shattering of glass exploded. From how shocked he was it, it was a little harder to hold Cez once she slammed into him. As expected, he managed to catch her by the shoulders and ask if she was okay, still absolutely bewildered and puzzled. The shiny and reflective fragments splayed across the small room's dark carpet. Fortunately, Cez didn't get hurt.

Aleksander remained in place, dazed, looking around in concern and wonderment. What the actual fuck just happened. Cez was already off of him, apologizing, and moving on to another stall almost as if nothing had happened. He was at a loss for words, his brain slowly processing. He cleared his throat, finally catching up with his friend. "I-I'll let someone know on the way out," he offered, watching her walk back out. He thought Cez could still go to that party wearing those jeans and t-shirt, and still most likely get hit on. Not that I would let that happen, everyone else here is not worthy whatsoever.

Before he began walking out with her, the sign caught him off guard. "Oh, yeah. I forgot," he said half to himself, looking down to the sweater that he was already carrying. "I just have this, I'll try it on real quick." The mirror was still on his mind, however. He could barely keep in a sudden snort, covering his mouth with his hand. It was too bizarre and random to him. Even after all that had happened to them, basically time traveling and having super powers and all. He chuckled a little in disbelief, revealing a small, dimpled smile. It lasted for a good 15 seconds and gave no context, assuming Cez knew he was amused by the incident from seconds ago.

He cleared his throat, suddenly turning back to normal as though the sudden and subtle outburst had never occurred. "Yeah, give me a second." He want back into the changing room, only closing the door halfway. If he closed it all the way it would seem rude and as though he were hiding something, leaving it all the way open would just be inappropriate and pointless, and if it weren't a even a little open it would make it seem as though it wasn't a quick change.

Alek stretched his original sweater over his head, standing in front of the mirror as he reverted it back to outside-in and tossing it gently onto the small bench. He faced away from the small room's entrance, standing with his weight shifted onto his left leg. The super eyed himself in the mirror a bit, his hands on his hips in thought. He looked himself up and down, revealing no other thoughts of emotion other than a small pout. An arm reached over his shoulder, stretching over to scratch his back in a certain space, stretching his other arm in order to hold the elbow up and over. A tattoo of a python slithered down his slenderly-muscled back as he closed his eyes in the sudden return of exhaustion. He wanted to fall asleep again, which was a good and bad idea for him. His arms fell back to his side, one swaying over to grab the new sweater. He extended his arms into the sleeves, pulling the neck hole over his head, his black and wavy hair a little messed up from the motion. His cold fingers felt against the soft fabric as it tugged it down his torso and drew back his sleeves till they were almost to his elbows. His right index finger and thumb twitched a little for a while. It looks fine, I guess. It works, maybe I could wear a collared button up beneath it or something... he contemplated before smoothing it out even more and checking the price. Aleksander stepped back a little bit, the palm of his right hand gently pushing the door back to signal to Cez that he was done. "This is probably good enough, so I think I'll take it," he told her, however he remained looking himself up and down in the mirror in thought.

After a moment of contemplation, Alek turned back to Cez waiting for her response. The door closed automatically behind him whilst he paid attention to her patiently. However, once he leaned back against the door it opened up and caused him to fall on his back, once again inside the small room. He laid there in embarrassment. So much for looking cool, he complained, straightening his arms so he was holding up his torso. He sat there for a moment, processing how potentially humiliating that was. The teen stood back up, refusing to make eye contact with how mortified and hot-faced he felt. He walked away from what he would expect as another series of laughs and with the hope it would die out with the heat in his face and ears. He walked to the other end of the hall of doors, repeating the same action of undressing as he took each step, casually stretching his back and slenderly-strong arms while putting his first sweater back on, almost forgetting how inappropriate it would be to undress in front of Cez. It wasn't a big deal to him at this point, though. He didn't care if anyone saw him shirtless, it's not like he had anything to hide around there.

"You ready?" he concluded, grabbing the new sweat and his phone, getting ready to head out with her, standing with a hope residing inside him that if he acted like it never happened then it would continue to be treated like it never happened.

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Aleksander

17

Invisibility;;

ooc: interacting w we are all mad here we do be havin the muse to write but not enough to edit tho

ic: As much fun as he was having with breaking glass and shopping with his friend, it didn't make him any less tired. Which probably led to him forgetting that doors open when you try to lean on them, for the most part. He expected the thumbs up from Cez, and was relieved that there was something seriously wrong about the sweater that he didn't notice. His hands felt against the thin, dark carpet beneath him as he held himself up. He could just hear Cez trying to hold in her laugh. Aleksander looked up to her board, reading before closing his eyes and sighing as he stood up. "I'm fine, I think I can physically take falling on my ass." he said, almost sarcastically as though he were just disappointed in and done with himself. The sound of the giggle she tried to conceal was then to haunt him forever, and keep him mortified of himself over the smallest accident. However, he was glad her spirits were a little higher. The more happy he acts or the more dumb shit he does, it seems to make her happy too and that was relieving.He dusted his pants and undressed without a care.

Maybe he should have done that with care. He felt eyes on him, but he didn't really mind. I mean if a shirtless guy started walking around me, I'd probably look too. Which brought him to a short memory of Whit. As attractive as his roommate was, it was hard to catch him shirtless and he knew it was probably because of scars or something. Again, no questions asked from Alek no matter how curious he was and how badly he'd like that sight more often. im sorry cez just bear it a little longer

He jumped and even turned invisible for a moment at the startling sounds of the lightbulbs popping.The teen held onto his to-be-bought top for dear life as he looked over to find a hot-faced Cez who just scared the shit out of herself by breaking the lights. "You- are you okay?" he began, concern and worry beginning to gloss his blue eyes. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice threaded with some disquiet and sleepiness all the same as he began to walk and meet her in the middle.

Once he read the board his eyes widened a bit. "I- yeah, just calm down," he said with a short laugh of bewilderment and amusement. He put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, but probably wasn't going to work. "If you ever need to come back, I'll just grab it all for you, don't worry." The super walked to the checkout with his close friend, holding the jumper folded over his left arm. His shoes tapped against the white tiles, his twitchy hand occasionally feeling the felt of clothes on passing racks. The air was cool from the outside, which didn't help his already cold hands, the sweater in his old only offering a certain amount of warm bliss. Even when they headed to the desk he was still looking through the attires of all kinds of fabrics in case he found something on the way that he really liked.

When they approached the clerk, his mask was back on. There was no chance that he would smile or show any emotion in this case. Before was just a slip up he allowed because he trusted and was comfortable with Cezara. She made him feel like he could be himself around her instead of what he assumes other people want him to be, and he hoped he could make her feel like that too. However, he still kept up his walls as she did and wasn't always completely himself. It took time for the teen to really be close with someone. In the meantime it was a stranger he was talking too. His eyes were back to cold-stone and you could notice how his entire facial expression warned 'did i ask?'. It wasn't a very warm and welcoming approach despite the politeness in his straight-to-the-point words. Before he paid for his sweater he turned to Cez. "I don't mind paying for yours too, if you want?" he offered, his voice softening once more but only for her. It was easy for him to get credits in school: he didn't need the lectures, he studied efficiently and on his own. His grades were high and other than the occasional bickering between him and Faline, his in-class attitude was quiet and focused. The credits were worth the energy he put into his grades. He'd always been studious and frank and independent. Even when he was in a study group with his friends, he'd read to himself quietly and only do something if they asked for help and doing the group projects with them all by himself to make it easy. In the end, Aleksander didn't mind paying whatsoever since it didn't really cost as much.

But he also preferred paying for her. If it made her feel better or take off some sort of load of stress that she needed taken off, he would put effort into that. They were all going through a tough time, there's no denying that. Watching her cry and hate herself pissed him off and he wanted to help her. Not in a pity sort of way, it was more empathetic than that. But this time, she didn't deserve it. She's done nothing wrong.

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Aleksander

17

Invisibility;;

ooc: probably one of my least favorite posts of this rp yet im so sorry lmao. interacting with cez we are all mad here

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Aleksander didn't really pay attention, but out of the corner of his eye he could notice the discomfort in Cez's eyes as she lifted the sweatshirt over her. He could tell she was insecure about it. It even made him nervous. He wasn't sure what to do about it, he just knew she shouldn't have to feel that way about herself. Her face was pale like she was scared, and even if he did't show it, he felt his heart lurch with empathy.

As always, he pretended not to notice her pale face and attempt to hide her scars. He was terrible in situations like that, always uncomfortable and unsure what to do. Obviously he was there for when Cez ever needed him. The scene felt familiar. From before the crash. But it wasn't time to suddenly look back, it was time to comfort his friend. However, that was really challenging for the teen. His other hand twitched nervously before he shoved it into his pocket. She shouldn't be uncomfortable being without the sweatshirt. Unless she's just cold? he pondered for a moment. No way, don't be stupid. Don't deny it like some fool, he scolded himself.

As the employee worked with charging his sweater, his thoughts were interrupted in a jolt once Cez nudged him playfully. He scoffed at her board, his head brought back to reality. "Deal. But I'll probably not have anything," he admitted. Of course he liked sweets, especially ice cream. But it probably wasn't for the best of him. He always ate decently healthily and barely snacked. Gaining extra weight was not on his bucket list. For whatever reason, he always steered away from sweets and junk food.

Throwing the thought away, he handed his friend the sweatshirt right after the exchange before grabbing the shopping bag of their new clothes. She seemed to calm down a lot and the air felt less stiff and suspenseful and awkward. Though he didn't show it, her signing to him made him panic. What if he didn't know what she was doing and missed it all or mistranslated it? But from what he had learned from ASL so far, she was just asking if they were gonna do something else. He was sure of it, there was no question that fit the situation so perfectly as that. "Um," he contemplated for a minute, "I might have to study soon but yeah we can go grab a coffee and hang I guess?" he suggested, unsure. Maybe getting her some sugary drink or little cake would make her feel better? But then he thought about how many tests he had the next day. "Or we can grab something to drink but then go to my room and have a study session?" he proposed, wanting to know what she thought. Obviously, it didn't sound as nice as hanging out... and she was top priority. However, he can have her and work on school simultaneously. Even help her with her homework? I hope this is a good idea.

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The doors were already open. A few kids were staying outside, but the other 98% of them were living their lives to the fullest on the other side of the walls. He could already hear the music blaring from who knows where. Alek stepped through the entrance, greeted with someone already bumping into him. The drunk continued to lean on him until the teen grabbed his shoulder roughly and shoved him off without mercy. The kid looked at him in confusion, but the super only responded with a menacing glare to watch where he was going. He turned back to Cez, making sure she was still with him. Losing her in the crowd would probably be the worst.

"Let's go get a drink," he suggested, attempting to make way between the dancers. He looked around even more, trying to find someone familiar or at least where the alcohol was being held. The teen's blue eyes examined the crowds, trying to see over the towering heads above him. His eyes landed on a few kids he recognized from class, but the one that stood out the most was his own roommate. First and foremost, he was one of the easiest people to spot because he was definitely one of the tallest students to ever exist. He looked good, naturally. Aleksander's ears felt hot as he looked back to Cez, checking on her again. When he looked back, he noticed someone else. Eli was already there, and he swore he's seen that letterman jacket before in their dorm room. His heart sank a bit. It was just a silly crush, it shouldn't be a big deal. In fact, he should just move on right there at that moment. But he couldn't look away at them chatting for the next 10 or so seconds before deciding to move on to the kitchen. Even around the counters, people were playing games and talking. He wasn't a big fan of parties. The only reason he went was because he got to go with his friends, and they made any situation a fun one.

Aleksander turned back to Cez, opening his mouth to say something only to find out he didn't know what to do or say next. He hesitated for a while, sighing as he looked out. His new black jumper was folded at his elbows with the buttoned, neat sleeves of a button-up just sneaking out of the ones of the sweater. The collar flattened out around him from the neck-hole of the jumper (im so sorry writing this at 2 am just has this effect on me that im really bad at describing these things? i'll make up for it in the next post i promise lmao). The teen's black converse squeaked on the tile as his eyes surveyed the types of alcohol sitting out. None of them sounded good at all.

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Ethan

18

Body of Steel;;

ooc: me writing about a party even tho ive never been to one. open for interaction

ic: Sound blasted from inside of the walls, full of people singing, talking, yelling, chanting... It was all too familiar in Ethan's head. The only difference between this party and the ones he went to before the crash was the modern music. It didn't bother him, however he disliked every note and no beat drop made his heart lurch. Hot, sweaty bodies soaked up the oxygen and room to stand as they danced and drank and dared. Mikivikious stuck with the grey t-shirt and black cap he kept from his past life, trying not to stand out despite his large build and skyscraper height. For the most part as he walked through the crowd on his way to where the solo cups and beer and brownies sat waiting for him to consume, no one dared to bump into him or yell his name. Parties weren't his favorite. The only reason he came is because there was a chance Sunan was going. His dark, gray eyes examined the room over the surface of the crowd's heads, looking for the familiar silky black hair. So far, nothing.

Suddenly, he felt a shove and a splash of alcohol sticking to his arm. The teen seemed unfazed other than his sudden glare to the girl who bumped into him. She was a foot shorter than him and bleached-brown hair frizzing around her bare shoulders and red face. At first she seemed apologetic and afraid but the more she looked, the larger a smile snuck onto her colorless lips. He knew that look, and he couldn't care less about a girl trying to flirt with him. Before her hand could reach his arm, he grasped her wrist making her gasp in surprise. In a crowd of people walking by and dancing in groups, he stood still and stone cold. Just the dead glare on his face spoke for him as he loosened his grip and she sunk back into the safety of the wall of drunk and crazy teenagers. She wasn't Sunan, so what was the point of playing along?

Mik kept walking, his eyes remaining crass and dark and unchanging. That is, until his eyes laid on a familiar head which might or might not be taller than him. He looked over to find the leader of his group, Whitley. He felt a sort of rivalship for the other teen, but for the most part he couldn't care less. What was interesting was the smaller teen clinging onto Whit like they were together. His dark brows furrowed in confusion as he watched. That jacket didn't belong to that boy. Ethan puffed out a small exhalation in amusement. Whatever is happening between them isn't my problem.

Once he finally approached the kitchen island full of half-empty red cups and vodka and boxed wine, he grabbed for a beer can naturally. He hated alcohol, but what else was he going to do? Ethan was the heaviest of heavy weights and never really drank that much because there was no one to impress, no one to satisfy. Just himself, and he saw nothing impressive about doing shots for days. But someone else might.

He leaned against the wall, slowly but surely taking swigs or sipping from the can as his eyes scanned the room. So far she was nowhere to be seen. He hoped that if he wouldn't see her, tat something interesting would happen at least. Like a fight or maybe he could get into some sort of drinking contest. The burning and sickening feeling of the alcohol running down his tongue and throat didn't bother him much, it wasn't even annoying. He didn't care about it. He didn't care about the people dancing around him. He didn't care about what was going on with Whit. He didn't care what his "friends" were doing and who they were harassing. The only thing he really gave a shit about at that moment was where Sunan had been.

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Lana-Juliet

18

Shapeshifting;;

ooc: there's a lot of mistakes but i have to go so i can't rlly edit it. sorry if it's rlly weird n all i'll edit both of these later oop. interacting with no one but is open

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Long, comfortable, thick-striped sleeves hung by the tight hold on her wrist. Her short, black hair had strands out of place that were perfectly in-shape before she walked in. Her lips opened for the bottle to spill the vodka down her throat. It lit up her throat, the sour burn soothing her senses yet making her want to cough it back out. The bottle fell by her side with her limp arm, sweat trickling down her forehead. Her hips swayed and jutted out naturally and smoothly and her lips loosened into an almost crazed smile. Normally at this time, Lana-Juliet would find herself in her room either crying her eyes out or hugging her pillow and daydreaming terrible things. Luckily for her, the alcohol saved her another night of lonesomeness.

The music blasted through her ears, making her brain and bones ache. No matter how accustomed she was to the modern day, she could never catch up with the new songs and music tastes. It was gibberish and a lot of the time was out of her native and comfortable tongues. Her loose shirt was just barely hanging onto her tiny shorts, on the edge of falling out from where they were tucked. Her platformed tennis shoes hit the ground to whenever she guessed when the beat was. Her friends laughed and chanted and screamed, grinding on each other, drinking until the alcohol numbed the choking pain of their collars. She swayed and twirled and jumped. But her friends were more in rhythm, in sync, with the beat and lyrics of the bursting songs.

Lana-Juliet's grin widened and widened as the liquor ran through her system, as the sweat ran down her perfectly messy face, as the vodka ran down her lips. A lurching feeling ached in her stomach all of a sudden, making the girl gag and step back from where she was dancing. She bumped into some random, her hand grazing over her covered stomach as though it would keep her from hurling on the stranger. Once she turned around to apologize then run to the bathroom to puke, the stranger yelled at her. She felt dizzy, not really processing what he was saying. "Yeah, yeah, sorry," she laughed crazily, putting her hand on his shoulder to move out of the way. Lana-Juliet wobbled fast to the bathroom, but when she wrapped her other hand over the knob to twist it, it was locked. The girl let out an exasperation of distress and annoyance, her head getting dizzier and her stomach sicker by the second. She pushed passed the crowd, putting on her smile in every apology and "excuse me" until she made her way to the backyard. The fresh air gave her the energy and breath the lack of oxygen from inside didn't, but her first thought was the bushes.

She ran over, pushing away a couple making out as her stomach lurched and she hurled into the leaves. The super fell to her knees as she took a breath. It's been a couple of weekends since she's thrown up like that. Despite her height, she was still slim and a total light weight. Her stomach was bothered easily and her immune system was a total p*ssy. She leaned forward onto her palms, spitting out before another round of puking passed by. Once she was finished, the girl sat back, coughing and spitting some more as she breathed. It was probably time for a break anyway, with her heels aching and her bones throbbing and her heart pounding. The grass she sat in was short and scratchy, but it in a way was more comfortable than some gross stained couch inside or on the counters wet with spilt drinks that were probably spiked at some point. She groaned, though goofily smiled as she wiped her mouth. She didn't mind sitting there criss-cross in the night. The music was quieter and the air was cooler. It was a better refreshment than she thought.

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Ennelentine

18

Human 💫

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