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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 10, 2017 18:39:57 GMT -5
"...Heavy dirty soul?"
This is a one on one RP with 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 but it's never private! PM me if you would like to RP this with me!
All I ask is that you are descriptive and able to type at least 10 lines per post! Thanks! c:
Plot:
This isn't the usual 'hero' and 'villain' story you would hear about in those foolish comic books.
This story is about two criminals, both with powers, who despise each other. They are neither heroes nor villains, just two members of society who are hated by society because of how potentially dangerous they both are.
The two have met, and fought, before. My guy is stuck up, wanting to fight just about everything, living or not. Your character is usually one who lives by rules. But...your character can also be a rebel at times if they so desire. Both of them live and breathe sarcasm, which is why they don't usually get along all that well.
Anyway, one night my guy gets injured pretty bad. Yeah you guessed it, he got into a fight. My guy is on his way home, or at least trying his best. But with his luck ends up in a situation that could lead to lots of trouble. My guy found himself surrounded by the police, not able to put up much of a fight if any.
Someone else comes into the scene-your character. Your character had been running from the police themselves, ending up here, surrounded by more police then planned.
So naturally, my guy still wants to fight, but of course we all know that won't work out, so he's essentially useless. He hated to admit it, but he asks for your characters help.
You can decide what you want to happen from here. We'll just let the RP do its thing.
Also,,, you get to choose your character's gender and power! ;>
Short Form:
{Name | Gender | Age | Power | Extra info (If any)}
My Character:
{Sebastian Frost | Male | 21 | Cryokinesis (Ice Manipulation) | As mentioned above he loves to fight anyone and anything. Also he's a night owl, pretty nice once you get to know him, has about a million nicknames.}
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 10, 2017 18:52:28 GMT -5
» { Faith Wolfe | female | 21 | Hydrokinesis | Sarcastic beyond all belief, believes self to be superior and quick to jump to arguments despite thinking that her power is useless. A little hotheaded for what she controls, but tends to abide by rules to avoid hurting others, however, she won't hesitate to break them every now and then. }
faceclaim below spoiler
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 10, 2017 19:01:26 GMT -5
{Great! I'm gonna use the starter from my other thread then! I'm lazy whoops.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 10, 2017 19:01:44 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "Don't you dare call me Jack Frost." "Y'know, you have a big reward on ya, kid." A deep voice echoed throughout the dark alleyway, which was quiet except for the sound of a passing breeze. The click of a 9mm handgun as new ammo was inserted was always thrilling to the guy, who messed with the gun like it was a toy. This guy was clearly a gang leader, his voice stern and tainted by countless past cigarettes.
"Look who's talking, hm?" Another voice spoke, crossing his arms and tilting his head slightly to the right. The voice belonged to an infamous criminal, known by many as the guy with the ice powers. The gun didn't phase him, as he's had worse. Of course it was never fun to be shot, but he couldn't show signs of nervousness to this gang leader dude.
The gang leader raised his hand and snapped, and out came a bunch of armed teens from the shadows, earning a slight smirk from the ice wielder. This would surely be entertaining, for both sides. Without hesitation, the gang leader, who went by Giovanni, made the first move. Giovanni knew the reward was growing higher by the day, and he wasn't going to pass up this great opportunity. It wasn't just the money he was after. It was also the boy himself, who had been causing a ton of trouble with his gang.
A barrage of gunshots rang in the night air, but the ice wielder, Sebastian, was't that easy to take out. Sure he wasn't armed, but he relied on his powers, which were used for both attack and also defense. The twenty-one year old acted quickly, creating a barrier of ice between him and the gang. He thought he was in the clear, saving himself just moments before the bullet storm. But a warm liquid running down his chest and right arm told him otherwise.
He was so hyped up on adrenaline that neither of the bullets, who were now lodged in him, hurt. With a frustrated yell, he unclenched his fist, melting the ice wall. Sebastian was ticked off at the gang, one for getting shot in the freaking chest and two for ruining his favorite hoodie. The boy then shoved his palms outwards towards the gang, creating what seemed like a huge ice sculpture full of very sharp icicles protruding out from the front.
His ice was sharp enough to impale a person if they got in the way. This was just lesson number one of why you should make a person with powers mad.
After taking care of the gang, Sebastian turned on his heel and headed towards the direction of his 'house', which was actually just an abandoned apartment. It was a couple blocks away from where he was currently, but after a wave of nausea and splitting pain hit him as the adrenaline wore off, he wasn't sure how far he would actually make it.
At first, taking a shortcut through a main road sounded like a good idea. It was a shortcut, after all. What could go wrong? Well, everything actually.
Some cop cars had been patrolling the area when he crossed the street, and he was met with the loud blaring sound of sirens. Breathing heavily, he attempted to raise his one good arm to fight, glaring at the cops. His arm was shaking slightly, and he was now lightheaded from the loss of blood. But he wasn't going to back down, not him. If he had to, he would fight until the end.
Seems like the cops had the same idea. Both him and the cops were at a standoff, both guns and arm raised, ready to attack if need be. Sebastian had to be pretty stupid to wanna fight in his current condition, but even his thoughts were telling him not to make a move. He just needed a distraction, something to help him get away.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 10, 2017 19:29:52 GMT -5
Although she was likely a wanted "criminal," simply for posing a threat to the city's citizens because she wielded a strange ability, today seemed like a fairly normal day. Sun was out, birds were chirping, everyone was out and minding their business. But best of all was that there were no cops in sight, no officers patrolling in their ridiculous vehicles nor their sirens wailing, practically screaming for attention and sparking curiosity in those who observed them do their work. It was truly pathetic. The officers were hardly capable of keeping the city in a relatively peaceful state, not with all those gangs roaming about with, what? A couple hundred members? Maybe less, give or take, but they seemed to pose a bigger threat than she did, or that other guy with those powers did, too.
So, now the girl was out and about, walking along the sidewalk with some sunglasses on, hiding those sapphire blue eyes of hers, and hands stuffed into the sides of a simply cardigan she had on. It was a little tattered, but it kept her warm, and it's not like she minded. It was a gift from an old friend of hers way back when, but now, that was simply a mere memory.
She was humming to something as she walked, her phone in her back pocket and her earbuds in her ears, minding her own business. There was a slight bounce to her step, almost as if she was walking to the rhythm of the song, and she didn't bother acknowledging any odd glances people gave her. It wasn't their business, so why should it matter?
To break the odd silence, the short girl found her small headspace broken by some abrupt shooting. Of course. There goes those unsuccessful cops. She could only assume it was the officers, failing miserably again, or, better yet, her opponent, Mr. Jack Frost (a little nickname she'd given him, for the sake of pushing his buttons) being pummeled by them. Oh, how she'd love that day to come! To finally rid of his snarky attitude and his sarcastic nature, and to get him to move out of her way whenever she needed to do any shady business. Of course, curiosity got the best of her, and she began to walk towards the origin of the noises, hands pulling the earbuds from her ears and stuffing them into a pocket in her jacket. The hum was still there, however, leaving her lips in a hushed tone, not really wanting others to hear her but also not really caring if they did.
The girl stopped at some alleyway, marked with some bullet holes in the brick walls, likely due to some shootout. The alleyway was away from the gang members he had encountered, but just close enough to the street that the cops had Sebastian surrounded at, and she could only help but giggle softly to herself as she made a quiet approach to glance at her rival. The first thing she saw was the crimson oozing onto his clothing, and with that, she raised an eyebrow, observing silently and wondering how he, Sebastian Frost, got himself into such a mess. Out of all people, she thought that he'd be able to pull himself out of a sticky situation like this one, but it looked like he wouldn't, and she was definitely not going to help him.
But, she did want to tease a little. The boy had been such a bother to her, any time she'd run into him, their conversations would dip into a war of sarcasm, of teasing, insults occasionally, and in a moment like this? She always did the same.
"Looks like you're in quite a pickle, Frosty!" Faith would call, leaning against the wall in the alleyway, hidden in the shadows with arms crossed over her chest. "Who would've thought a tough boy like you would end up in such a mess?" Now, she was obviously poking fun at the wounds he had earned, a smirk on her lips.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 10, 2017 20:59:36 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "Don't you dare call me Jack Frost." Sebastian's head turned sharply to glare at the alley Faith was in with his blue-gray eyes. Of course she had to see him in his current state and situation. Could this get any worse than it already was? The boy sneered at her, before sticking out his tongue like a child and making a silly face. He still acted like a kid, and still had some anger issues despite being the legal age to drink and everything. Who could help it? Acting like a kid was pretty fun.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Water Girl." His tone was laced with sarcasm and dripping with anger.
He was stuck in a situation that was almost impossible to get out of; stuck between a rock and a hard place. In this case, the police and Faith. Any sudden movement, and he could be shot dead right there. It wasn't like the police wanted him dead though...right? Right? Shaking his head, Sebastian proceeded to shut his eyes and exhale, trying to think of any possible way to escape. The guy was desperate, and he would do anything to escape. But...so far he had nothing. It was almost pitiful, watching him struggle to manage the police, his wounds, and Faith.
"Shut it, girl. Y'know, you're in for it yourself. You're as much of a criminal as I am, just for having powers." He pointed with a thumb to some of the police, who were cautiously making their way towards him and the alley she was in. Sure she could easily run away, but he had a feeling she came here to watch him get captured. It just seemed like something Faith would do. The boy rubbed his temple with his hand, a look of pure concentration on his face. But it was hard to think, as there was too much stuff going on and his mind was racing.
But he finally thought of something. Desperate times called for desperate measures, right? So the boy put on a fake, pained smile, staring at the alley he knew she was in.
"How about you help a friend out?" Right after he forced himself to say that, he mouthed 'I'll do anything, I swear'. Just saying the words 'help' and 'friend' were worse than the wound itself. It pained his ego.
However, the boy was in no place to make a sly remark now, so that's why he took a different approach. It would only be once, he assured himself. If she does accept my offer, I'll just bear with it. It won't be too bad right? As he impatiently waited for a response, his eyes shifted back towards the police.
"I have Faith in you." After a short chuckle, he shut his mouth. He half regretted saying it, somewhat certain it would reduce her chances of helping him out. But then again, he loved messing with her so it was kind of worth it.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 10, 2017 21:22:39 GMT -5
"Oh boy, oh boy, I better get a good hefty buck." She replied with that same attitude he had just given her. The girl didn't care what he called her -- Water Girl, Faith, or whatever else he could come up with. It didn't phase her, not as much as it probably hurt him to call him Jack Frost. Of course, she wasn't going to willingly help the kid out. This whole ordeal seemed more like a joke to her than a live-or-die scenario.
Cornered and surrounded by police? Seriously? Out of a boy who had practically grown to escape them and forced to become elusive? Please! It was ridiculous, stupid, and the worst way to get caught. For walking around, of all things.
So, she decided to step forward. "I've been asked to help," she said, hands up, trying to play it stupid. She didn't make a move that would give away that she was Faith Wolfe, of course, the only knew that her name was Faith, as used by Sebastian in his dumb little word-play. "The boy said he had faith in me, and, well, here I am." She moved her hands lower, as if to do something, perhaps use one of her abilities.
As she moved her hands forward, nothing really happened; maybe just a few small droplets of water had appeared, sprinkling before hitting the ground in a small, minuscule puddle -- it was embarrassing if she hadn't meant to do that. It was all according to plan, just to bush the boy's buttons further, tug at his strings and grow the frustration and irritation they already had towards each other. She didn't do anything for a few moments, just continuously trying to do the same thing after a few failed attempts.
"Sorry. I don't react well to being called your friend." She replied, head turned slightly to glare at him as she sneered, her sapphire eyes fixed on him before returning to the officers. "Now, take notes before you end up in something just the same tomorrow mornin'. Who knows if I'll be here to save you."
Then, the girl took a step forward, hands low by her hips, letting some water gather around her fingertips. She could've taken it in a few different ways, but she chose to keep her distance. Her arms moved ahead of her, just as she had before, letting a pressurized stream of hot, boiling water shoot out towards the officers, throwing them backwards, against the buildings, their cars, and any other obstacles in the way. She heard cracking, perhaps fractured bones, and glass shattering, likely from the impact the men had taken. Whoever she had missed was then met by a lash of that same hot water. She had turned, as if she was holding some invisible sword, and seemingly "whipped" the last few men with the stream of water she had, sending them, too, flying a few feet back. It wasn't until one of them, who had been knocked not too far away, pulled his own gun out and let one bullet fly out of the barrel.
She grunted, feeling it settle into her side, but she wasn't going to give in. Not like Sebastian had. Her stream of water faltered just slightly, one hand stopping its production of water to rest at her side, applying pressure, and the other sending "bullets" of water at him. The liquid was still hot, still at such a high pressure, that what she just threw at him would hurt just as bad as she was right now.
"Come on, we've got to leave. You can thank me later."
In the faint distance, she could hear sirens wailing, likely an ambulance, but with every ambulance came more cops, more reinforcements. She could hear the officers dialing for more help, just as she'd suspected, and her once steady gaze rested on him, as if asking where they could flee to for the time being.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 11, 2017 0:36:49 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "Thanks I guess?" "Sure, whatever you desire, Princess. I'll make it worth it, alright? Just...do your thing already." Sure the whole scene seemed almost fake, like something out of a story or a movie, but it was indeed real. And Sebastian did take this seriously as a life-or-death scenario. His logic was that if he fought, then they would shoot him. They weren't going to underestimate him, even if he was bleeding out in the middle of a street. And even if all he did was get caught, who knew what they would do to someone as dangerous as him. Experiment on him? Send him off to Area 51 or something crazy? Yeah it seemed like a joke, but it was just his luck. He was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
The whole reason he didn't fight back or escape was because he couldn't. The two bullets rendered him useless, as he spent most of his energy with the previous gang encounter and trying to hurry to get away. Maybe he could force himself to use the rest of the strength he had to take them all out, but it came with risks. He would most likely pass out right there, in the middle of the road. And trying to escape would require him to use his powers as well, to act as a barrier so he could sneak off into a nearby alley. And the same consequences applied. At least he was trying to think logically this time, and save up his energy until he was able to do something.
But, he would have to agree that it was a foolish way of getting caught. He couldn't let everything end here for him, now could he? He still had to annoy the heck out of Faith.
If her goal was to tick him off even further, than she was doing just great. He thought she was just gonna play it off, like she was just some random, innocent person who had nothing to do with him or powers or anything of the like.
"Sorry, did I say friend? I actually meant my sweetheart." To the girl who didn't care much for nicknames, she sure reacted to being called his friend. It was funny, really. He chuckled as she sneered back at him, giving her a small shrug which caused him to wince as he moved his wounded arm, face twisting in pain. He moved his good arm to cover the wound on his chest, which had more priority than the one on his arm.
"C'mon now sweetheart! Don't make me seem like a fool. And the only think I'll take notes of is that look on your face." Sebastian shot her a wide grin, as she finally decided to make herself useful by taking out all the officers. To be honest, he didn't expect her to even lift a finger for him. But he watched her in awe, fascinated by her moves. Once she was done, he spoke up once more.
"One shot is nothin', hun. Try taking two, with one lodged in your chest. Then try and escape the police." Sebastian retorted, groaning as he made his way over to her. Looks like he owed her now. Motioning with his head for her to follow him, he began walking into the alley. But the guy stopped suddenly, leaning against the hard brick wall. He worked quickly, moving his hand from one wound to the other, covering them with a thick layer of ice to try and act as a 'bandage' to try and stop the bleeding at the very least. It would stop the trial of blood that would lead right towards them, at the very least.
He then moved over to her, gently moving her hand out of the way and placing his cold hand over her wound, doing to same to her.
"It's cold, but at least it'll stop the bleeding for now." That wasn't nearly enough to pay her back yet, it was just part of it. He though he owed her at least that much for now, to show her that he was taking up his word.
He then started walking deeper into the alleyway, listening for a potential gang nearby, in case they decided to inhabit the area around his other emergency safe area. Unlike the abandoned apartment he called his current house, this safe area was an old abandoned factory. But it wasn't a huge factory, it just seemed like an average building that was renovated to become a factory. Taking a couple turns here and there, the two finally came up to the old place, opening the large door and stepping inside. There were a bunch of signs that read danger around the place, but that was just part of the old factory setting. Now it had the setup of a house, which he took the liberty of doing in case he ever had to resort to this place. There were the essentials; a fridge, bed, couch, couple chairs and a table in the middle. Even a TV sat in the room, which was mainly to keep him from going insane if he didn't have anything else to do.
"This is the place. I hope you weren't expecting anything too nice." Sebastian told her, taking off his now stained and ripped hoodie, hanging it on an old nail on the wall. Underneath the black hoodie he now had a white shirt on, but that was even worse off. It now looked like a shirt that was half tye-dyed red. He walked over to the one other room in that area-the restroom. Rummaging through some stuff, he eventually pulled out a half-used first-aid kit. Making his way back, he motioned to the couch.
"Would you like me to bandage up your wound first?" It was the first time that he actually took something seriously. It made more sense to do his wounds first, but her wound would be quicker to bandage than his, and he hated to admit but she did save him from a certain fate.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 11, 2017 1:16:28 GMT -5
Even after she had sent those cops flying back, possibly earning them a lengthy hospital stay, Faith Wolfe seemed beyond angry. Pissed, even, not because of the bullet lodged deep into her side, but because of the use of words the boy had decided to use against her. Or, more so to embarrass her, and she didn't take that lightly. For one, if she wasn't wounded, she probably would've taken her watery lashes against him, beating him, too, up just as badly as she had done to the policemen. Her side was now freezing, her body temperature dropping, but she ignored it.
She would not show any sign of weakness to this boy, not now, not ever, not while she could. He would probably tease her just as badly as she did him, and she didn't blame him, had he done this to her, she would be after him for ages. Her fingers would graze over the icy bandage on her side, letting them slide over the melting substance before letting her hands fall to her sides again, following short behind him.
"Sweetheart!" She shouted as they entered the factory building, huffing and hissing, her hands at her hips. "Princess!? Who do you think you are, Sebastian?" She let out a growl, "For all you know, they could label us as lovers. Why on Earth would I want that? To be that closely associated with you of all people!" She spat, aiming for just before his feet, showing some sign of disgust towards the boy.
She didn't care if she had just saved him, she didn't want to be seen as simply the real-life Jack Frost's sweetheart, and if it called for it, she was more than willing to take the fight to him, even if it was in his little humble abode, even if it looked that far from it. It looked more like an open-air jail cell than an actual home.
He'd been her only rival, her only enemy, for such a long time. This wasn't the first time they'd been in such a situation, either.
At his offer to patch up her wound first, she shoot her head, even if doing so dizzied her from the blood that was oozing out, staining the ice and the water that had begun to drip down onto the floor. "No. I'd rather you first. You have two, I have one." She paused, "So lay down on your stupid bed so I can at least pull the bullets out. I'll be fine."
Of course, she wasn't fine: she felt nauseous, she was dizzy, and her eyesight was blurry -- but she was so determined, so hardheaded, that she was most definitely not willing to let him care for her first. It wasn't the first time this had happened, either; never before did she let him treat her first, it was always whoever she protected. Maybe it was instinct, but it was also to protect that giant ego of hers, the giant ego that had so often clashed with his own. Her footsteps were shaky as she moved to stand by the bed, but she did her best not to make it noticeable, her gaze now shifting and resting on her... sweetheart. The mere thought of him saying that made her pissed beyond belief. But, she couldn't do anything about it now, and right at the present moment, they had three bullet wounds to care for.
However, she had noticed the seriousness laced into his tone, and it caught her by surprise. If she wasn't so nauseous and sickly, she would've managed to spit out a retort at his way of speaking. But she couldn't.
The girl cussed under her breath, grunting as she sat, leaning forward and trying to keep the pain at some bearable level.
"You're first. Not me." She said, keeping herself calm, "I saved you, and you have two stupid bullets lodged in that stupid body 'a yours. So, you first."
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 11, 2017 2:06:38 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "I know you like being called sweetheart." Sebastian laughed as she yelled out in anger while moving his hand up to his head, which was spinning horribly. It had been the entire way there, but now he felt like his head was about to explode or something. It was just plain horrible, something he never wished upon anyone. Not even his enemies.
"Ah, there it is. The anger. I knew I would poking at it after you admitted to hating the word friend coming from the likes of me, but I didn't think you'd get so worked up over it. After all, you never seem to care about my other nicknames." Shrugging one shoulder and lifting his hand up, he stared at her, listening to her go on about how much she hated it.
"Who do I think I am? I'm just a nuisance, or so you'd say. Your enemy, maybe." Pausing for a moment, he spoke again. He seemed fine, despite everything that went on, but on the inside he was dying.
"Hey, c'mon now! Being lovers doesn't sound so bad! Just think about it. Two people with clashing personalities come to love each other." He joked, punching her lightly on the shoulder. He made sure to exaggerate the word love, just for her. His joking, sarcastic nature quickly came back to him after that stern comment. He was never one for serious moments, except when it came to wounds and bleeding out. He just hated to see others hurt, that's all. It worried him, but that was just an instinct that everyone had.
Well, he couldn't argue with her wanting to patch him up first. If she wanted to fix him up first, that was perfectly fine. He didn't have to play the gentleman and help her first. Stumbling over to the bed, he almost looked like had been drinking. But that was just his head, which now turned into a migraine, messing with him. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the ground. That was as good as ruined, so he didn't need it anymore. Sebastian then collapsed onto the bed, groaning as he did so. He waved his hand, melting the ice he had created over their wounds. If she thought she was cold, then she should try being him. He was constantly cold. His powers had a fun side-effect which caused the air around him to be cold all the time, as well as his body too. He was cold to the touch, and despite all the time he'd spent with his powers, he still wasn't used to it.
"So, how do you plan on making me repay you? I said I'd do anything, and I will. The sooner you make me do whatever it is you wanna do, the sooner you'll get rid of me. And I can tell you want me goon as soon as possible. Seems like we're never able to get along due to our personalities, yeah?" The boy always found himself talking a lot and rambling about pointless topics. Right now, it was mostly to distract him to the splitting pain in his chest. What was the use of complaining about it, when you could lighten the mood by talking about other things. Not only that, he too preferred to not show signs of weakness to her. It was no secret that the wound hurt, but he was hiding most of the pain by not showing it at all. However, on the inside he was screaming. If he was alone and doing this by himself, he would be cursing like a sailor, yelling every few seconds in pain. But all he did now was clench the sheets that covered his bed.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 11, 2017 2:23:17 GMT -5
"Being your lover sounds more like a nightmare than anything else." She huffed, "It's no surprise I'd be angry, Mr. Jack Frost. How's that nickname for you? Frosty?" She was upset, angry, but she did so mostly to hide the pain and nausea. It had happened before, whenever she'd been shot, she'd suffer some mild ill-feeling, but it usually went away when the bullet was taken. Not that she'd been shot all that often, but it happened, and those were the effects the metal had on her. At some points, she thought that the substances interfered with her and her abilities.
"You know, I like you better when your lips are shut. So just be quiet." She stood again, rummaging through the half-used first-aid kit, finding some sort of tweezers. She leaned over his body, a hand pressing down on his chest. She didn't bother to count down for him to brace for the pain, and it's not like she cared all that much anyway, but she pressed the tool into the wound, moving it around, a small, evil grin sweeping over her lips.
It was as if she took her sweet, slow time in searching, not caring, but also doing it for dragging her into the mess. Eventually, however, the ends of the tweezers met with the bullet, and with a strong grip, she managed to wedge it out of his chest. Tossing it onto the floor, she used what last bit of energy she had left to run some cold water over the wound, squinting a little to keep her vision clear as she brushed off the blood from his cold skin. Then, looking again at the first-aid kit, she picked some fabric to press down, not too hard, but enough to keep him from bleeding out. Next, she moved to the other wound, pressing the tool into his flesh, searching for what seemed like eons. She enjoyed pushing his buttons for the most part, still with that stupid smirk on her face, even if she, too, was in pain. Eventually, she couldn't stall enough, and managed to pull the second bullet out. Again, the short girl lifted her hands and pressed for a steady stream of cool water to clean the wound, hopefully ridding of any residue inside the wound, before she covered it as well.
"I would love to have you gone. I'd pay a million bucks." She paused, raising an eyebrow, before she took a seat at the foot of his bed. "Buuut... maybe you can pay me back by keeping me company. You called me your sweetheart, didn't you?" She smirked. Whatever she was planning, she wasn't sure of, either, but if it made him upset, then she was all ears. It was a funny thing -- even if he was angry enough at her words, she doubted his abilities. He, like her, was injured and unable to fight, and that would, hopefully, make him less likely to attack her. Or, because she was also in a bad state, would make her less of a threat. But they weren't really "enemies" in the traditional sense. She just hated his presence and his attitude and generally, a lot of him. Him as a whole, basically: the way he'd embarrass her, shatter her ego, and smash her pride away.
"Besides. You still have to take my bullet out. So hop to it, Jack." Despite the evident pain she was in, she still kept the attitude to her voice, not really caring that her abilities were lessening. However long that would last, she wasn't sure, but she wasn't about to let herself pass out over her pride and ego.
"Please." She whispered, her tone dropping to a mere whisper.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 11, 2017 3:35:29 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "You're pure evil, you know." "Hm, suit yourself." Sebastian was about to be quiet and let her focus on her work, but the name Jack Frost reached his ears, and he forced himself into a sitting position, reaching up as if he was about to grab the collar of her shirt. But, seeing as he made the promise, he didn't wanna add onto what she had planned for him already. He paused before he could grab the collar of her shirt, instead falling back onto the bed in defeat. He was quick to anger, and his first response was to fight. It just came naturally to him. Probably because of the things he went through as a child, but that was a story for another day. It wasn't like she would want to hear about his past.
"My name is not Jack Frost, do not call me that again. Ugh, just hearing that stupid name makes hate the guy. Of course he has to have the same last name as me, it just isn't fair!" He continued to ramble on a bit of how he hated Jack Frost, who was adored by many people and he was not. When he first got these powers, he wasn't like this. He was actually a pretty friendly person. But society hated people who were different, and that changed him. That and the fact that they were 'dangerous' and 'possibly a threat to other humans' were the reasons they were even labelled as criminals. It was stupid, really. But it was the sad truth.
"Ha! You'd have to duct tape my mouth a few hundred times before you can get me to shut up. But don't get any ideas. I don't even own duct tape." He spoke as she dug through the kit. Once again, he closed his eyes, waiting for her to give him a warning or something.
Nope! She immediately stabbed the past of tweezers into his chest, and he glared daggers at her. The slow, agonizing way that she dug through his body caused him to clutch the sheets, making it worse as he was unable to stay still. Unless someone was physically holding him down, there way no way he could be still. Not when it felt really unpleasant as she felt the tool poke at the inside of his body.
"Oh my God, you're the epitome of evil. Just hurry it up!" His breathing and heart rate were both quickening, and he let out a breath as she managed to pull it out. His squirming stopped for now, and he took a minute to compose himself. He was about to lose it right there, as the pain was starting to grow unbearable and even he was unable to help it. But she managed to pull it out just in time, happy that the worse of the two bullets was out. The water that came over his wound felt pretty nice, and he relaxed ever so slightly.
Now she moved over to his right arm, getting right into it without any warning once more.
"Faith," The boy whined, "I told you already! I know we both strongly dislike each other for reasons, but you don't have to drag this out! Ugh, you have no idea how badly I want to freeze you right now." The tips of his fingers were icy, as his powers were somewhat influenced by his emotions as well. Of course he had control over it, but if he didn't, then everything in this room would be frozen solid. When the second bullet was out, he relaxed his tense muscles, sitting up once she was completely done.
"A million bucks, huh? I wish I had that kind of money." Glancing down at the two bullets, he frowned. If he had a drink, he would have spit it out like they do in cartoons at her next comment about what she planned to do with him. "Keep you company? Because I called you sweetheart?" The surprised tone in his voice was an understatement. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Well, looks like his own words backfired on him. He stared at her, with an expression that read: Are you serious?
He was too shocked to do anything else besides stare. After about a minute, he shook his head. "You're joking, right? You, wanting to spend more time with me." He highly doubted that she actually meant what she said. That just wasn't like her. Maybe it was her usual sarcasm? A joke? Yeah, that had to be it.
"You know, you're making me wanna do the same to you with the long, drawn out painful experience." Despite his words, he wasn't going to drag it out like she did. He wasn't as evil as she was after all, and he knew the both of them want it to be pulled out quickly. Grabbing the pair of tweezers, he cleaned it before the boy went to work. Sebastian used one cold hand to hold her down while the other exposed the wound, then searched for the bullet. It was...a rather awkward situation to be in, but it had to be done. He found the bullet after a few long seconds, carefully pulling it out. He wasn't the one with water powers, however. So he handed her the cloth so she could do it herself.
The little 'please' she had muttered earlier was still on his mind, and he knew she still had some good left in her. The evil smirk and sarcastic comments told him otherwise. Of course he knew she was still good, but she had never really showed that side to him before. It was a pleasant surprise.
"Did you want any food or drinks? I have a ton of chips, soda, and junk food in general. But I can also whip up a quick sandwich and some water if you'd like." Sebastian stood up, heading over to the 'kitchen' area. He grabbed himself some salt and vinegar chips and a Monster energy drink-his favorite. Tossing them both across the room and onto the couch, he then glanced back at her, head tilted slightly like a dog.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 11, 2017 12:10:58 GMT -5
"Well, it is Jack Frost to me. Always been, always will be, and there's nothing that's gonna change that. Not now, anyways." She chuckled, letting him hold her down without much struggle. As if to prove some sort of point, she managed not to squirm as much as he did -- she kept herself still, pressed down firmly onto the sheets, her sapphire eyes closed shut as she breathed slowly. Out of all places, besides her chest, being shot in the side hurt like hell, and she'd hated it. It had been a few, say, two or three times that she had been shot there, and every single time she was, she felt just the same: sick, tired, wanting to throw up, faint.
The fact that he had gotten up so quickly while she was still working on him didn't make it any better. Her eyes struggle to focus on him, and she groaned, a hand at her shoulder lightly pushing him back, not wanting him to make so many sudden moves, not while she felt so ill. "You're so violent." She growled, speaking to him as he worked on her own bullet, "You've really got to cool it, Frost. No wonder you get into all these dumb messes and near-death situations."
As he handed her the cloth, she struggled to wet it, but managed, and so then she pressed it to her wound. Reaching then to the first aid kid, her fingers searched for some bandage, which she found after a few long seconds. Her hands then pressed it to her skin, not too hard, but just enough to apply light pressure.
"I mean company because I get into these same situations that you do," she paused, taking a slow breath in, "Far more often than you think. That, and I don't like being told to hide all the time. There's like unspoken rules between us -- we shouldn't be out so often, we shouldn't kill police offers, and we shouldn't interfere with day to day life. But we don't listen to those, do we? I think if you were to stay with me -- or, if it makes you feel better and doesn't destroy your ego, if I were to stay with you -- we could have some chance at survival. You know, the ultimate duo, ice and water." She had a grin. And, for once, was definitely not trying to make a joke.
Even if she hated him, she couldn't help but feel alone sometimes, being seen as a monster merely because she could control life. Her ability could be used for good, too. A drought? No problem, Faith could offer water at the click of a finger. Thirsty? No problem, here's a free bottle refill.
His offer at food made her stiffen, struggling to sit up, but managing after a few attempts, leaning back against the headboard of his bed. She ran a hand through her auburn curls, pushing the strands from her face, watching him.
"Maybe water. Chips work too," she trailed off a moment. "You should rest, you know. You took far more hits than I did and I don't necessarily think it's a good thing to be up and at it while you have two bullet wounds in you."
Of course, she should have guessed that from him. The boy, as far as she's ever seen, never gave in. So what different to a fight was this? It was just a wound. But, Faith imagined it'd be painful, not whatever she was feeling right now, but some part of her wondered if he even felt the throbbing she felt in the wound right now. She narrowed her eyes. Maybe she felt a little jealous that he was hiding his pain so well right now, or maybe he was joking, as he usually was to tame his large, inflated ego, but she decided to shrug it off. If his ego got him into this mess, then anything can take him down. Especially with those wounds right now.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 11, 2017 14:48:08 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "Why do I do these things to myself?" "Suit yourself then darling. Though I think it's more suiting to refer to you as the Juliet to my Romeo." He was visibly angered by those mere two words, huffing in annoyance as he knew there was no way to get her to stop calling him that.
"Violent is my middle name." He pointed two finger guns at her with a charming smirk before adding, "Tch, it's not like I can help it. Gangs and police are around every corner. Conflict is unavoidable around these parts." He knew she was right, that it was best if he 'cooled' it, but he was never going to tell her. He didn't want her to get too full of herself.
"You getting into the same situations? I refuse to believe it. You're the kind of person to live low and not attract attention. I get new wounds all the time." He paused, listening to her as she explained her reasoning behind wanting him to keep her company. "Yes, I like the sound of it. Ultimate duo. I suppose it's the best thing to do, and I have no other choice." Once more he stuck his tongue out at her as she mentioned that it might destroy his ego.
The two had more similarities than he liked to think of. They both had powers, they were both criminals, and they both got into foolish situations. He could see where she was coming from, and the idea didn't sound nearly as bad anymore. He too hated being alone, dying for a good conversation like they were having now.
As she requested chips and water, he walked over and grabbed an empty glass. On his way to the fridge, he grabbed some plain potato chips, setting it on the counter as he waited for the glass to fill with water.
"Now you sound like a mom. Anyway, there's no need to worry about me. I was just starving." Sebastian made his way over to her, handing her the chips and glass of water. He then realized that she could have produced her own water, but it was too late. She had to appreciate the water he got for her now. He walked over and plopped on the couch, cracking open the energy drink and chugging it down. The ice bender let out a lengthy sigh, leaning back into the couch and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. He reached for the remote and turned the TV on. Bad idea.
"Sebastian Frost and Faith Wolfe were the suspects involving the injured po-" The TV went off after that, as Sebastian really didn't wanna hear about it again. He tossed the remote next to him and scarfed down the salt and vinegar chips happily. He hadn't eaten for almost a day, due to him being so busy. Afterwards he just laid down, staring at the ceiling. The pain still showed no mercy, irritating him to no end. His eyes reflected the pain, and he clutched his chest. Luckily she wasn't able to see him lying down on the couch, or else she would probably say something. He couldn't hide the pain forever, burying his face in the back of the couch before letting out a muffled scream.
"Oh God," He repeated over and over, feeling nauseous after scarfing both of those into his throat mixed with the pain from his wound.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 11, 2017 21:29:46 GMT -5
"A mom." She snorted, looking away as she took a drink from the water, chugging it down rather quickly. For someone who powered water, she seemed dehydrated -- the bullet had taken a lot from her and would require a lengthy rest for the time being. "If I was your mother, oh, believe me, I'd have left you on the streets. I believe, whatever we are, can stay at acquaintances." The last word was made with pure emphasis, hoping she had her points shot straight back at him.
Her attention quickly fixed onto the television, where there was a video of her and her comrade taking out a whole squad of policemen with ease. A part of her felt proud of herself, noting how she used seemingly harmless water in such a way that could pierce through skin and, with enough pressure, could act in the same way as a bullet or a knife. The way she had used the liquid as a sort of whip made a grin spread across her lips.
"You should have seen their faces when they were flying back." She chuckled, leaning back a little. It was almost obvious how often she did this, which wasn't very often, but whenever she did, she would gloat about it and brag. Of course, not to anyone. Her "achievements" usually stayed between them two, she would only brag about them to Sebastian and only Sebastian. He was a close confidant, right? Or rather, he was on the same boat as her.
As she heard his muffled scream, her interest peaked, and she leaned forward, inching closer to the other end of the bloodied bed.
"You doin' okay over there, Frosty?" She called, tilting her head, trying to keep herself from walking forward. It seemed like she liked referring to him as Frost while making jokes, and only ever said his real name in dire situations. Important ones, at least, or when she was actually concerned or demanding something.
A part of her was worried, and maybe he was right that she cared a little too much, but he was in the same situation as her. They both were for as long as she could remember. It was only natural that she showed some kind of compassion for some other elemental-user, and if there were another besides Sebastian, she would care about them just the same. It all went back to that unspoken code she always referred to. If he believed in that was on him, but she definitely did and didn't plan on abandoning it anytime soon.
"Seriously, is it all goin' good? I can check on your wounds again if you want me to."
That was mostly a lie. Her energy was dwindling at low levels and any other use could shove her into an extreme state of fatigue, but, again, she didn't really care. They were safe, for now, and he was far more injured than she was. Maybe he was a priority? It didn't matter. She saved him and he gave her a safe space to stay in. If she wanted to, she could call it even, but she didn't.
"Sebastian?"
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 12, 2017 5:00:58 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "Those were dark times." An acquaintance, huh? That sounded about right to him. It was between both a friend and an enemy, someone who you associated with but didn't necessarily like. It was fitting for their current situation.
"That isn't too far from what actually happened, about my mom. Well, both my parents actually." Sebastian spoke, raising his arm to cover his eyes. "It's...not like you'd care about my past. Nobody does." The guy never spoke to anyone about his life before. But what was the point if they weren't going to listen? Somehow, he had a feeling she might be able to relate to him. And at least he had someone to rant to, maybe it would help clear his mind. "My parents...they weren't the best. They were heavy drinkers, always throwing me aside. I meant nothing to them, until I discovered I had these ridiculous powers." He paused for a moment, his previous memories coming back to him in flashbacks like it was yesterday. It would stick with him forever, unfortunately.
"When I told them I had powers, that's when they began to abuse me, claiming I wasn't their child and that I was just a monster. Then they just...left me. Said I was going to go to school, and ended up in a forest as I watched them drive off. Pretty harsh for a kid. I never told anybody after that, and refused to use my powers." Sebastian paused for a second, glancing down at his clenched fists. "Skip a while, and my powers began spiraling out of control. It was never on purpose...I never wanted to hurt anyone. But y'know, everything just turned me into the monster I am today. I just...thought you should know that I wasn't always sarcastic. Maybe...it's to hide the loneliness and past scars, as I have too many to count. A coping mechanism to distract me from the cruel reality." Sebastian could only laugh at his misfortune, at how horrible his life actually was. Everything about his life was just twisted, messed up. But it wasn't like he could hide it forever. He was a human too, after all. It actually felt nice to talk about it with someone. He then went silent for a good long while, regretting every word that came out of his mouth. So much for trying to keep his sarcastic, lighthearted nature.
He chuckled softly at her comment, only imagining what the look on the cop's faces were. He kept silent for once, even when she called him Frosty. Usually he would say something along the lines of 'Stop calling me that dumb name. It reminds me of Frosty the Snowman, and I despise him too.' But the boy just huffed silently, letting it be. When she used his real name, which was rarely, he finally spoke up.
"It's...nothing." Everything hurts. He didn't speak those last two words, not wanting to keep worrying her or anything. The one thing he hated the most was people being worried about him, as he knew for a fact he didn't deserve it.
"Sorry." That one simple word hung heavy in the air, and he shifted his body to face the other way, staring out to face the rest of the room.
"You're welcome to go to sleep whenever, I'm not tired. And no, it's not just cause of the energy drink." He attempted a small smile, even though she wasn't able to see it. But that was a good thing, because the boy probably looked pathetic.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 12, 2017 11:47:04 GMT -5
( hehe it's np : P also, i'm not too sure where it could go from here? perhaps they could plan a runaway from the cops and whatever?)
"Yeah, yeah, your parents died, mommy left you, and so did dad." She mocked him, her eyes on the couch, as if she was staring right at him, right through it. "Don't you forget I did too? Lost my parents, you know, 'cause I was oh so dangerous, and they were shot in a police raid. It's all the same with us, isn't it? We're both criminals and monsters because we can do something normal ol' people can't seem to understand."
She crossed her arms, waiting a moment, listening to the way he spoke and the way his words were drawn out. It almost seemed odd of him: she'd never seen him put himself in such a place that made him seem so, well, small. It was odd, and she was most definitely not used to it, so of course, it sparked some sense of worry within the girl.
Edging herself to the left side of the bloodied bed, she managed to stand, shakily at first, before she regained some sort of balance. Whatever she had left, she used it to make her way over to the couch. It wasn't that she was so utterly worried (well, maybe she was), but more so that if she lost him, her chances at surviving were... low. It was the truth, without another person to care for her and vice versa, their chances at survival were dipping underneath the usual. Especially with those wounds the two had.
She found herself by the couch he was on, leaning over the back, both hands on the leathery material. She was watching him, almost intently, but she sighed, now walking around it with relative ease until she came up on the armrest, sitting on it, not really wanting to take up much space.
"You don't seem all that great," a pause, "I'm not sleeping until you're feeling okay."
She was hardheaded and hotheaded, which was ironic for what she controlled, but in situations like these, it was probably a good thing that she was. Faith wasn't going to take some lying from him, not when he was obviously feeling ill.
"So, tell me what I can do." Her eyes were on him now, a stern look on them, lips pressed together in a semi-tight line, with gentle dimples at each side. Her eyebrows furrowed a little. "I don't get why you're trying to play it off like you aren't feeling anything. Drop the macho attitude, Frosty, seriously!" Her tone was dripping with annoyance, irritation, and other synonyms of the like, clearly bothered that he was trying to hide something. And whatever something that was, it was clearly not okay, not to her at least, and she wished that he, for once, would tell her how to help him. It was definitely not the first time they were stuck together in moments like these, and she was sure that this would certainly not be the last, so why not help out?
It seemed like the most logical thing to do, anyway. For now, he very well seemed like the only person that understood her and felt the same way she did about most people in the city.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 12, 2017 18:34:19 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "Just go to sleep already!" "I mean, I knew we had similar stories. I just took it harder. It's funny...even though my parents physically abused me and practically left me for dead on my own, I kind of miss them. At least they gave me a reason to live before all of this. Now my will to live is balancing on a thin line." Sebastian frowned, eyes shifting around the room. When she came up to the back of the couch and leaned over him, he glanced at her before quickly looking away. He hated how vulenerable he seemed, and of course she had to come over to look at him. Was it out of worry, maybe? His face turned a slight shade of red in embarrassment, and he tried to hide it by covering his face with his hands.
"When do I ever seem great?" The boy shrugged, before adding, "Go to sleep! You need some rest, I know you're not feeling the best. Me on the other hand, I couldn't fall asleep even if I wanted to." The burden he carried on his shoulders of everything he's done was rather heavy tonight, and there was apparently no way to clear his mind.
"I'm fine, I swear. It's not like there's anything that would help me anyway. It's impossible to fix someone who's broken beyond repair." He offered a small, reassuring smile to let her know he was fine. Or at least, what he described as fine. But his standards of fine was really, really low. Maybe he smiled to reassure himself as well, to once again hide everything and act like nothing ever happened.
"This isn't a part of my tough act or anything. I just don't want you to worry so much. It'll give you gray hair." He chuckled slightly, half expecting her to kick him lightly or something. Maybe he was just stubborn, but he was actually doing fine. The pain from the bullets had gone down, leaving only an annoying pain over his entire body. But that was probably just the fatigue. It was just a mental battle now, the recent events triggering his bad memories. The boy wasn't hiding anything from her, he had actually pretty much told her his entire life story. Along with that, the pain was quite obvious.
"Well, I guess you could do one thing." Staring into her sapphire eyes with his blue-gray ones, hoping this would get across clear to her. "You could go to sleep." The man forced himself to stand up, offering the couch to her since the bed was stained with blood. As he stood up and stepped more into the light, he looked even more like a mess. He had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, his hair was sticking up every which way, and even his movements were slouched and slow.
Not taking no for an answer, he took a couple steps over to the bed, grabbing a bunch of clean blankets that were neatly folded on the floor. He dumped the blankets on her, knowing she was probably colder than him. She wasn't all that used to the cold being emitted by his body, so he gave her the rest of his blankets, settling down with the one stained one and wrapping it around his body like a burrito. It was cold, but he'd rather someone else be happy. He wasn't as heartless as everyone assumed, raised with manners and common sense.
"Also...about earlier, I'm sorry about what happened to your parents. Anyway...just forget everything that happened tonight. I'll be fine in the morning."
{Also, yeah! In the morning, maybe the cops brought some dogs to search for them, who discovered his hideout. They're forced to run, trying to decide where to go next without being tracked.}
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 12, 2017 20:54:08 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know that." She snorted, looking away, then letting her eyes fix on him when he had begun to walk. "I don't want to sleep." Truth was, she couldn't. Although she did feel sick, and he was partially right about her worrying a little too much, she didn't really feel the need to. That, or her adrenaline was at an all time high, and that was what was keeping her from even being able to get some shut eye. "It really does look like it's some part of your tough act, though. You're here, telling me you're not okay, but do you really expect me to believe all that crap you're putting up? Like, that's cool that you can somehow try to mask whatever is going on in your head, but, Frosty, I've seen you before and I've definitely seen you in situations like these -- newsflash: we've both been in situations like these, together or not -- and you always end up the same. You love picking fights but, like today, you weren't even able to finish the mess you started. So shut up." Faith took in a sharp breath, her worry had transformed into something none other than irritation. "And I won't get gray hair," a low growl had left her, her tone was dripping with annoyance, "If I see as little as one drop of blood on those sheets tomorrow morning, Sebastian, God knows what I'll do." And she meant it. She didn't care if she would slap him, or smack him, or drench him in water, but she was going to get her point across, one way or another. "Goodnight." She let out a silent huff, now moving to lay on the couch with the blankets wrapped tightly around her. She wasn't happy to be "obeying" his request, but there wasn't much to do, not when you were wanted by the police force. A part of her was glad he realized how cold the air around him had become, and for that, she muttered a low thank you before falling asleep. ~ ~ ~ Early the next morning, before the sun even had time to rise fully, only really managing to peek out from the horizon, she could faintly hear some barking on the streets. She thought, maybe, that it was just someone walking their pet, and for that, she wished that they'd tell the creature to shut up. People were sleeping, even the criminals, and whoever loved themselves wouldn't be up at such an ungodly hour.
But then some wailing sirens reached her ears, and she made a small connection: what if they were police dogs? At the thought, she immediately leaned upwards, hands holding her up, only wincing as pain coursed through her small frame. Right. She was still injured.
"Frosty?" She called, now finding herself by his bed, standing a few inches from his sleeping body. The blankets were still around her body, of which was obviously quivering from the cold, but she made no comment about that. "Sebastian..." Reaching down, she moved to touch his shoulder, shaking the sleeping boy gently.
The barking outside was getting louder, meaning it was close by now, and she felt panic set in. Some scratching was at the door in the level before them, then some loud, obnoxious sniffing that echoed in the abandoned building.
"We've got to go," she looked to the side, down towards some doors. "T-they're here."
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 12, 2017 23:12:46 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "You better run." A sigh escaped Sebastian's lips, and he curled into a fetal position, hugging his blanket tighter. "If you wanna know what's really going on, then fine. Maybe all I'm doing is just trying to force myself to believe that nothing is wrong. Maybe I'm trying so hard to hide the fact that I despise myself more than anyone else. The truth is, I can't take this anymore, ok? A thought had crossed my mind earlier, why don't I just die? If I was gone, then nobody would even care. This world is better without me, don't you think? Nobody would mourn me, I would probably just be left to rot. Or maybe I should just turn myself into the police! It's...what I deserve. I'm more than just some murderer, I'm a heartless monster. That's why I didn't use every last ounce of my energy to fight back. If you weren't there, that would have been fine with me. Then I would be sent somewhere far away, probably to be experimented on or some crap. But I don't even deserve that much. I deserve something far worse, something inhumane. But at least I would be happy, because there's no way I could hurt anyone anymore." His voice kept cracking, and tears were streaming down his face, hidden under the covers and his hand. Yet, he didn't actually make a move to hurt himself. Not around someone else, anyway. It would really mess with someone else's mental health, and he didn't need someone else to go through what he was.
"Night." Sebastian spoke, thinking of just straight up leaving while she was asleep. It would violate the promise he made, but he didn't want her to be influenced by him and his foolish ways. He stayed awake for a couple more hours, doing absolutely nothing. He was just thinking about everything he said earlier, afraid she would hate him too. If she wasn't there with her sarcastic comments and name-calling, then he would have nobody. And there was nothing worse than being isolated with no one left to turn to.
Sooner or later, he had dozed off unwillingly, and of course he had his usual nightmare.
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He somewhat woke up to the sound of her voice, but didn't care to move, thinking it was nothing. When she gently shook him, he grumbled something about going away because he needed his beauty sleep. The poor boy was dead tired, and all he wanted to do was doze off once more. The sirens and barking forced him to his feet, however.
Before they could breach the door, he quickly formed an ice wall as extra support from the inside, wincing at the sudden movement of his arm.
"Listen Faith, just breathe. Everything's gonna be alright. Head to the back door, and just run straight. You'll eventually hit the port, and the dogs won't be able to track you there. I'll hold them off for as long as I can so you can get away safely." The tired boy spoke, a strange look of sadness and seriousness in his eyes as he held his hands outwards, interrupted by a loud banging noise as the police tried to get in. Luckily, the windows were too small to fit through, and they were pretty high up.
"This isn't me trying to play hero. This is what I want. You and I both know there's no way to both get out of this stupid mess safely. We're both still injured." He knew she would protest, and he spoke with a certain sternness is his voice. "There's no time to argue! Just go already. And make sure not to leave any tracks or traces. Otherwise the dogs will find you. I can't hold this forever, sadly. Also, you being serious doesn't suit you at all." For what little energy he was currently running on, he managed to hold his own against the police and the dogs. He had to thank the old door too, as that was heavy and hard to get into.
The ice wielder left for a split second, coming back and pulling a t-shirt over his bare top-half. He had also grabbed one of his larger t-shirts, handing it to her in case she wanted it, motioning for her to go through the back door. For some reason, he had heard at one point that girls liked to wear oversizes t-shirt. Maybe it was comforting. He noted that he needed to try it some day. That is, if a miracle happened and he wasn't backed into a corner with the police surrounding him. He knew she was going to try and drag him along, and part of him still thought there was hope. But the other part knew he would just be a burden.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 12, 2017 23:22:02 GMT -5
At the sound of his demanding, bossing around, and seriousness, she huffed and puffed her chest out, fists clenched at her side. In one furious movement, her arm raised, as if to smack the boy, hoping he'd shut up, but instead, she stopped herself to grab tightly to his ear, pulling him down so her lips would just barely brush his skin.
"You listen here, Frosty." She said lowly, "I'm not leaving. You can cuss at me and call me all you want, we've been through this together, whether you like it or not, and for what I see, we're going to be stuck in this together. If one of us gets taken, sure, they'll experiment, but then they'll figure some weakness we have out. And then what? What if there's more of us out there? You're just going to let them be caught, too? I don't care if it makes you happy, hell, it doesn't make me happy, if that makes you feel better. What am I without my rival, huh?" She pressed harder into his skin before letting go, now shoving her pointer finger into his chest, away from the wound, however.
"So do me a favor and live a little. I know you're injured, worse than I am, but for God's sake, just make a effort to leave. Look, we can run away together if that makes anything better, and I promise that as long as you cooperate with me, so will I." She was looking at him dead in the eye. "That sound good?"
The banging at the door grew louder, and she couldn't help but feel nervous, but she made no move to run, only grabbing onto the shirt he had handed her. She didn't want to move. Not without him coming with her.
Faith didn't seem all that intimidating, not while she gave him a "lecture," but she sure seemed angry. Furious, even, for seeing him like that, especially after what he had said last night. He had opened up to her, and she was glad for the little insight of himself, but she didn't appreciate that he was just going to let it all go because he saw himself as lesser. As a monster.
Then what was she? Surely, she was probably also a monster under his standards, but that didn't stop her. She didn't let it.
Her eyes fixed on the door now. She was ready to run, she knew she had some energy from whatever rest they had, but she wanted him to come with her. What chance did she have with a wound, anyway? What chance did he have?
Right. None.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 13, 2017 0:25:04 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "You're crazy, you know that?" He winced as she tugged his ear downwards. His eyes softened as she spoke and crossed his arms when she was done speaking, as if to think for a second. The very thought of her getting captured along with him made him extremely furious, and he ran his hand through his hair, staying quiet and concentrating on something. The yelling, banging and barking were all making him anxious, and he furrowed his brows. Despite saying he wanted to be captured, he was still scared of the thought.
That's when it hit him. An idea.
"Have idea, no time to explain." Sebastian grabbed Faith's hand, starting to run. He lead the girl to the back door, throwing it open wildly. After they were both outside, he forced the door shut and continued running with her hand in his once more. He realized she was his weakness, and how ironic it was. They were rivals, but he was beginning to feel a sort of attraction to her. She was the perfect amount of stubbornness, annoyance, and sarcasm. After all, it fit perfectly with his personality.
His legs moved on its own, fueled by fear. The criminal lead the water bender straight to the port where he had told her to go. The salty smell of the ocean would interfere with any smells they had on them.
"My plan is that if they are tailing us, we use half of our energy. I would take out the ones on the left, you would take out the ones on the right. Like you were doing yesterday, we need to use small, but painful projectiles. And we need to aim for their legs. Preferably a direct hit to the knee. Same for the dogs. That'll immobilize them at the very least. As a last resort we send them flying back. They'll be fine later, so there's no worry of having to kill anyone. I know you don't prefer that method. But once we make it to the port, we need to find an old shack or something to stay in. Unfortunately, I don't have any places in this area." The boy told her between breaths. They were probably about a third of the way to the port after he was done speaking.
Sebastian pushed through the pain. After all, the pain was the least of his worries. He glanced back, hearing the police and dogs begin to close the distance between them. It was only a matter of time before they had to fight. If the police did decide to shoot, then Sebastian planned to create a small but sturdy ice shield. He had always tried to practice a variety of things with his powers, and controlling how much energy he spent was one of them. Of course it wouldn't be as effective as say an ice wall, but that was hard to do with whatever energy he had.
He tightened his grip, as if he was making sure she was doing ok. The boy was in a panicked state, adrenaline pumping into his veins as he made himself run as far as he possibly could. He could only hope she had enough endurance to withstand keeping up with him and his longer legs.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 13, 2017 0:42:35 GMT -5
She wasn't quite sure that what she had just told him would work, actually, she didn't think it would work at all. She thought that it would go in through one ear and leave through the other, rendering her words useless and the time she spent there a waste and risk of her own life. She was about to interrupt his open mouth, about to argue back at him, assuming he was going to object and continue the name-calling.
But he didn't. He taken her hand, which was a total surprise to the smaller girl, and she strengthened her grip as he began to run. It was a total surprise to her, that her once-enemy had taken her hand, leading them both out to safety. The girl couldn't help but just, well, feel confused, but she did feel her ears burning a little in embarrassment. For someone who she thought hated her, he did make an effort to make her happy. She was glad about that.
He was taller than her, and his legs longer, easier to run with, but she had trouble keeping up with him. She was tinier, and to keep up with him was a total mission. She would struggle after him, tripping over own feet or small dips in the road, but she managed to keep upright and continue pushing forward.
"I'm willing to put all I have left into keeping them away," she managed to say, her hand managing to shift in such a way that would let her fingers weave in between his, so their hands were now locked together. "I've made it this far and there's no giving up, you got that?"
There was still some snarky attitude to her voice, she hated the sound of using half of what she had, but, deep inside, she knew he was right. If she went ahead and used whatever she could muster, she could risk passing out on the floor. Then who would carry her? Sebastian probably wasn't even in the right state to do that.
Behind them, she could hear the dogs barking and some policemen running after them on foot, while some others chased through the streets in their cruisers. They were, obviously, trying to corner them, becoming ever so evident as the cars had suddenly driven up the road they were running down.
Now, they were surrounded, and to top it off, a helicopter loomed overhead.
"Hands over your heads!" The man in the chopper called through a megaphone, "We will not hesitate to shoot!"
Faith gulped as the two slowed to a stop, but her grip didn't tighten or loosen. She held on for reassurance. Her eyes then met with his gaze, not really saying much, but the girl let his hand go to take a step forward.
Spreading her arms out, she clenched her fists, then she raised them up, in time for the sewer hatches to fly off their hinges, the water running underneath the city spewing upwards. It wasn't much, but the several water sources were now spewing out water, some of it running down the road, as they were on a slight incline. She let the water surround them, sort of in a shield-like form, before she again clenched her fists to let thin, sharp spiked fly out of the water shield she had just created for them. She knew some of it had pierced the dogs, the cops, and their cars (again, she'd heard glass shatter), only letting them bleed before the water had dissipated and come back to the shield she had up.
It was obvious this was taking a lot from her, but like she had said before, she didn't quite care. She knew that she would make it out one way or another. Her shield was then broken, letting the water flow out in one massive wave, pushing the policemen down and dragging them downstream. Before Faith and Sebastian could get caught, she had managed to grab onto his hand before she began to run, her grip not faltering one bit.
It was as if the girl had found some newfound strength, not wanting to give in, not in front of him. But maybe that was her pride.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 13, 2017 1:52:29 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "Wow, you're pretty amazing." "Heh, don't worry. As long as I have energy, I'll carry on." Sebastian nodded. He usually always contradicted himself, saying he wasn't going to do something and then doing it or vice versa. But he was glad he came with her. It was another chance at freedom, if nothing else. Even if he did have to run from the police almost every day.
The girl was a beacon of hope for him now, someone who he could put his trust in. After yesterday, he felt like they were no longer just acquaintances. Despite his gloomy attitude, he had managed to open up to her. And hey, she didn't hate him. That was nice.
When he saw the helicopter as well as the cop cars ahead, he had prepared himself to use his powers. But before he could, she was already taking care of it. The little protective water shield was new, and it was nice. His presence was causing the water to form into ice, but he tried a new thing as well. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the cold air around him completely. It was always just there, so he never thought of the idea of keeping the cold confined around him. And he was successful, as the ice crystals had stopped forming. Before he knew it, everyone had been taken care of once more. It was almost a repeat of last night, where she was helping him once again.
"So you do have a fighting spirit. Maybe I'm starting to rub off on you." The boy grinned. After the water dissipated, he was about to ask if she still had energy, but she answered his question when she grabbed his hand this time, heading off into the night. If Faith had collapsed, he was ready to pick her up and continue on. Even if he didn't have the strength or the energy, of course he was still stubborn enough to do it. Something as little as that wasn't going to stop him. As they ran, Sebastian looked up, still noticing the helicopter watching them. With his free hand he created a long, thick spear of ice, projecting it upward towards the engine of the helicopter. Hopefully the pilots were smart enough to land in the water, because the engine began to smoke. That was his contribution in the fight, making up for yesterday when she had done all the work. It wasn't much, but they didn't need a helicopter watching their every move.
The salty smell hit his nose, and he saw the ocean to the side of them. They had finally made it, this time without getting injured. "You wanna choose a place? You're in the lead." He took that statement about not getting injured back once he realized the wound on his arm had reopened. Sebastian quickly wiped it on his shirt, much to his disliking. It was to be expected though, since he was using his injured arm quite a bit.
{I'm gonna head to bed for the night since I'm super tired from the sleepover I went to last night. I'll be back tomorrow! C:}
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 13, 2017 2:08:18 GMT -5
"You're an idiot if you think you're rubbing off on me." She huffed, managing to speak between glances behind her, making sure the helicopter wasn't on their tails. "I've always had a fighting spirit, anyway..." She grumbled lowly, barely loud enough for him to hear.
She felt dizzy when she had begun to slow down, standing by the port he had mentioned not too long ago. Her eyes weren't as vivid as they had been the day before, no longer the bright, piercing blue color they always were, perhaps that was just her power faltering, but it was also exhaustion and the amount of stress she had put on herself in the past few hours. It wasn't healthy for her, but being so close to a natural source of water did seem to be of some sort of relief, but even so, she couldn't really manage to look straight.
A half smile graced her soft, pink lips, and she looked up at him for a brief moment.
"When am I not in the lead...? I had to put you in the right path yesterday and today." Her words were slow, slurred almost, but she let out a low laugh as she began to walk again. She did her best to stifle whatever was going on with her, she didn't want him to worry (although it was hypocritical of her).
It took a few moments of wandering, peering inside old buildings and run down shacks, before she found one in a rather shady-looking street near the ocean. It reeked of seawater, but that was the least of her worries, she just wanted to sit and rest, maybe eat, so they could continue on their journey if Sebastian chose to continue on later on in the day.
Inside the shack she had picked out, there was a small cot, a low-laying table, and some glass scattered about. Not much, but it was doable for one day, at least.
"I can't even see." She seemed a little bothered by it, now seeming like the weak one, "You were right. I shouldn't have used all that power, if I had split it..." She trailed off, managing to sit on the soft bedding, her hands holding her head. "Just, I should've listened. But we're safe for now, right? Where will we go after this? We're wanted everywhere."
She didn't really mind that she seemed frail now, something had grown between them that obviously hadn't been there before, but she let it happen, nonetheless. He had opened up to her, so why shouldn't she? It complied with their promise, too. The boy was just the right amount of stubbornness, was incredibly irritable, and extremely hardheaded, just like she was. The two clashed about it, however they often did find a middle ground. She assumed this was what middle ground felt like, and she was glad for it. Regardless, she only wanted to sleep, hopefully that would make her feel better, but she also missed some kind of warmth.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 13, 2017 2:08:45 GMT -5
& alright! goodnight 'v' i probably wont be on til later in the afternoon but ill try to get up early to get replies out ahah
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 13, 2017 17:36:39 GMT -5
{I'm S C R E A M I N G because I typed up a reply and the page refreshed. I'll type up another reply after I eat though. ;v; Sorry to keep you waiting.}
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 13, 2017 17:43:09 GMT -5
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 13, 2017 22:40:49 GMT -5
Sebastian Frost - "You better not pass out on me, ya hear?" "Ha, don't worry. I already know I'm an idiot. This is me we're talking about." This time, Sebastian wasn't putting himself down. It was a joke, and he topped it off with a sincere laugh for once.
"I know you like to argue verbally, but for some reason I just thought you hated fighting. You sure proved me wrong these last two times though." The boy gave a small shrug as they slowed down, thankful that they no longer had to run. Sebastian was trying hard to catch his breath, as he no longer was in the best shape for running at the moment. After they had just woke up, they were forced to run, and they were still recovering from their wounds. He was surprised that she did all that and fought. Speaking of, the more he looked at her, he could tell that she was about ready to pass out.
"Heh...yeah. I guess I do need to be put in my place sometimes." A nervous laugh came from him and he ran a hand through his messy hair, still speaking between breaths. The words he spoke last night still echoed in his mind, and he knew he would never live it down. He shook his head to himself and followed her, glancing in each of the buildings. Somewhere along the way, he realized she had let go. He missed her soft, warm hand against his calloused, cold ones. As they wandered, he made sure to keep an eye on her. It obviously looked like she was trying to hide something, but he didn't want to push it. He was starting to worry about her this time.
Sebastian plopped down on the cot as well, but gave her some space in case she wanted it.
"Don't flatter me now." He smirked at her. "Well, you're here, aren't you? Even if you did give it your all, that really helped us. They didn't shoot at us, remember? HeII, even if you collapsed, you and I both know that I would have carried you as far as I could, bridal style of course. But something as little as that isn't gonna bring you down." He lightly reached over and punched her in the shoulder, his way of telling her that she was tough.
"Hm, I never really put thought into what we should do after this. Maybe stay here for a day or two? Move onto the next city afterwards? They still expect us to be here, so if we lay low, then maybe we'll be ok."
After a short silence, Sebastian threw something over her head. It was the the large shirt he had given her earlier. "I wasn't sure if you were still cold, or just wanted a change of shirt. I don't think you want to be wearing a shirt covered in your own blood still, yeah? You had dropped it during your fight earlier, so I decided to grab it." He fell backwards onto the cot, moving his hands behind his head. He remained silent, letting her fall asleep if she so chose to. He decided to keep watch for a while, and by that he meant keep an ear out for them. There was no way he was going to stand up, not after sitting down in this comfy thing.
{So I was thinking that the next time they have an encounter with the police, that maybe both of them could end up getting caught, and sent to a prison. They could end up having cells across from each other, and decide to plan a huge escape. And maybe we could even RP multiple characters, who end up helping them out and forming a little group? That is, if it's ok with you. I'm just throwing out ideas here, and you can even add onto them if you want.}
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 13, 2017 22:57:47 GMT -5
"No, no... Not put. Smacked to your place. You're insanely stubborn and hardheaded and, by God, I'd love to give you a good slap or two to make you listen. I didn't even think you'd listen to me last night or this morning." She was now looking up at the ceiling, hands on her stomach, her fingers laced together as she breathed, concentrating on keeping it steady.
Of course, she still felt like passing out, but she knew she would be okay soon. The ocean was a few short minutes away, too, so to her, that was a huge relief. The water would impact her ability to use her powers, and thus, speed up her healing process. Had she been in the middle of a desert, without Sebastian? Well, she'd be as good as dead.
"Flatter you?" She snorted, and as she felt his light punch, she groaned and leaned back, laying by him. "I would never." Her eyes were then fixed on him, head turned slightly, an eyebrow raising just barely at his comments. "You know, for someone who apparently hated me, you sure do like to push the line. Bridal style! Who said you'd marry me? Don't tell me you're fantasizing about being in love with me, the Faith Wolfe." There was a light smirk on her pink lips, and although she did look awfully pale and sickly, she still managed to find something in her to keep teasing and playing around with him. That had become something ingrained in their relationship.
As he tossed the shirt to her, she lightly took it and moved to sit up, quickly changing before he would be able to really see anything. The old shirt she had was ragged, it was dirty and had blood stains from other various occasions. It was, well, almost a month old, but she still kept her cardigan on. That was something she wouldn't swap out.
"You're pathetic." She had moved to lay beside him again, facing him, snorting lightly. "You grabbed my hand while we were making our big escape, Jack Frost. You're the type of guy that would've left me on the spot, but you didn't." She let a big, wide grin spread across her lips. If this was true or not didn't really phase her, but she spoke merely to bother him and push his buttons, really just wanting to distract herself from the faint feeling she had. She knew that she'd feel a lot better after some rest, anyway. "So, Mr. Frosty has a crush on the Faith Wolfe! It's a conclusion no one foresaw, but here it is. You didn't abandon me, you didn't punch me, nor did you let me freeze to death."
Now, the girl had let a shaky hand pinch his cheek, pulling at it gently, as if he was a little boy. "Aww, if you don't want to admit it you don't have to. I know I'm attractive."
If there was a word to describe her besides calling her a hothead and sarcastic, it was that she was wildly cocky. She had no shame in admitting it, either, and besides, it had become an essential part to how they had become to bond. That, and she just loved to make him angry and embarrassed.
"It's not like you're the only one falling head over heels for the Faith Wolfe."
(( Sure! That works :-0 Idk how well I'd do with multiple characters but I suppose I can take one or two more??? but i do like the idea of them getting caught... hm what if they get experimented on too? and maybe they can accidentally enhance their powers and thats how they manage to break out or something idk lmao ))
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