Meltdown.
tu are having a meltdown and your face is failing to hide it. Your lips are part, your eyes widen all because of this guy standing before you. In all his Captain American (your nickname for him) Glory with his, what tu just notice, large hands griping your umbrella. tu glanced over your locker hoping, praying, that Narnia was just a leap away. Quickly tu made a mental note to make a bonfire out of your Father’s fantasía books.
“Vash?” He called out, grabbing your attention once more. You… You… What do tu do with this giant, then again standing at 5’3” anyone is a giant compared to you, which not only play but also hang with the same crowd that beats the living hell out of you? “I wanted to—“
Saved por the bell, without warning tu slam your locker shut with the needed materials dangling from your arms and beeline to your 1st period. The hallways suddenly became a highway: mouths honking, heavy flow with exits with each turn and scurrying feet to make their destination. Nothing is new and everything is simple. Until over all the buzz of gibberish, tu heard him.
Loud and clear and over the herd,” Vash let’s meet up after school, por the lunch yard!”
Don’t turn around, don’t turn around but most of all, do not turn around! Damn it, tu turn your head. tu just don’t listen do you? Despite all your claims from the night before about how tu are not going to have any, any relations with Captain America. tu blew it, tu acknowledge him and now he is going to take advantage of the approval tu gave for turning around and acknowledging him. Yeah, slap your forehead as tu enter 1st period: Computer Applications.
An easy class to have in the morning, nothing too complicated for your drooping mind. tu sat idly in front of the blaring screen, occasionally swooshing your chair causing your hanging feet to swing. Mr. Paulson was explaining a little too thrilling voice for the absent minded teenagers on how,” today, we will be learning how to make Menus in Microsoft Word!” Just like that, the excruciating 58-minute period started and each keystroke was slowly killing off some minutes. tu mind was elsewhere and tu realize that when Mr. Paulson stalked over and told you,” Vash, tu been typing the same sentence for the last 5 minutes.”
“I am?” Yes tu are. Staring at the sentence that was repeated about a dozen times.
“How about going to sleep early?” He joked, lightly patting your back before taking his leave to help another nameless student in your book.
Superman fingertips gently trace over the large chest of his fellow hero, his friend. He desperately searched for the slightest heartbeat, hoping he was wrong.
tu brought your palm over your face in distress; this was not the time and most of all, not the place to work on your homoerotic fanfiction. Button smashing the Backspace key, tu started to wonder if anybody in your classroom actually read fanfics. Deciding to survey of your classmates, tu became conscious of a fact. tu don’t know a single name.
“Did tu need something, Vash?”
“Oh! No, no, no. Not at all, I was just…” tu quit mid sentence and went straight back to the screen.
There wasn’t a chance in sight for tu to get back to work. Sighing tu saved whatever tu had done, a título in Broadway font, and went straight to the web. Trying to get your mind off of your stupidity, however just as the Wikipedia page loaded up your pocket vibrated. tu felt your blood run cold while tu fumble to take out your phone. A riddled neighbor was watching your pathetic display of being sly; she shook her head acknowledging your fail attempt. You, on the other hand, paid little attention to her peek.
Finally releasing your phone from the clutches of plaid, tu pato behind the tower station beside your monitor and took a look. It was a message from one of your chums, Olivier o what tu saved her as: “Robin.”
“hey, hey, my little sources told me that tu were talking to a certain blondy name Colt;)”
Great, the last person tu wanted to know knows. Ducking tu hear lower and deeper into the glaring screen, tu quirky text back,” robin where did tu hear that from???”
Off it went. Still, tu kept your eyes locked onto the screen waiting for the siguiente message from your crazed friend. At the same time, tu were experiencing a small corazón attack, an attack that your fanboy corazón knows all too well but damn it; this is not the good kind!
The phone slipped from your palms and landed straight onto the keyboard, to your luck, Olivier texted back. Just as the first vibrating resonated, tu snatch the out-dated phone and quickly snapped your heard above the tower to see if anybody notice.
“a little birdy told me~”
“was it wg?!?!” por W.G. tu mean Wonder Girl, o what she is better known as Kairi.
“yup, she told me he was talking to tu por your locker. Are tu guys an item now;) didn’t know tu had a blonde fetish, how are we going to break it rusty?”
“NO tu ravaging butt!”
Just when tu were about to send the message, s cough twitched your ear. Pulling up from the screen tu saw it was Mr. Paulson with a stern look of disapproval.
“Vash.”
“Sorry, Mr. Paulson.” tu apologize as tu handed over your flip.
“Come after school to retrieve it.”
“Okay.”
When he left, tu solemnly placed your head onto the escritorio and just wish over and over again to die there…. In reality on a (filthy) computer escritorio in a room filled with people tu don’t even know but in fantasy, tu were in the arms of your hero… Superma—Colt?!
Jumping up from your seat, tu took another glance around the room. Good, no one notice your stupidity. Shaking your head in disgust, tu return back to your work. Up until the campana rang.
After slipping out of 1st period, the rest of the evening was dreadful, almost painstaking irritating. Somehow the drone evolved to monotone, the chattering became idiotic no matter who’s in the conversation, even the once soothing AC filled Chem. lab felt like a jab straight to your bones.
When the afternoon came rolling around with the sound of grade B products being thrown away, tu were head deep into your locker searching for textbook while Russ was standing beside tu rambling on about how his contacts were killing him.
“….. So I might switch back to my glasses.” He leaned against the locker right siguiente to yours. “It’s not my first choice but it’s my only choice.”
“Isn’t still soccer season?”
“Shit!” Russ slapped his forehead. “That reminds me…”
“Huh?” tu began to withdraw from cavern, your lip biting onto the sleeve of Russ’ jacket.
“I forgot, fuck!”
Russ still had tu in the dark. tu watch him, wide eye, reach for his bag and slung the straps over his shoulders.
“Soccer meeting right now, I’ll see tu later?”
tu carefully shut your locker shut, your fingers barely peeking out the long sleeve.
“IRL?”
“Maybe, if anything I’ll let tu know.”
“ ‘Kay.” tu peep.
Russ just smiled, one of those smiles that get tu all warm inside. tu smile back and before tu know it, he yanks tu adelante, hacia adelante and wrapped his arms around you. After getting over the initial stinging, it felt nice. The warmth of the oso, oso de hug making tu feel all cozy, as if tu were sitting in front of the fireplace lectura some,” Action Comics.”
“You know where to find me if anything.”
Like that Russ was gone, mixing with the overpopulating crowd. It was hard to spot him since he wasn’t wearing his signature green lettermen. Reasoning being that you, yes you, are wearing it. Seeing there’s no point of staring into the abyss, tu turn around to the other direction. However in mid step tu were caught off guard por a new pair of hands. Your back slammed against the locker, already people began to turn their cheeks and shuffle away. Your glasses slide down the bridge of your nose, your vision becoming blurred yet tu could still make out the blue irises staring, glaring at you. Under his smoldering glare, tu shuddered from his smolder.
“Vash, who was that?” His farm boy accent prompt, an accent tu were teased for never having. “Huh?”
“Russell.” tu whimper while tu avert your glance elsewhere.
The pressure against your shoulders started to become overbearing, tu hoped they wouldn’t pop out of place. tu kicked your feet down only swiping air; quickly tu brought your gaze back to him. It was Colt. His face contorted with anger and tu don’t know why.
“You’re… You’re hurting me.” tu admit while tu hands ringed his wrist.
Suddenly, tu dropped. Your body slammed against the floor as potro, colt banged his heels away, ignoring your puzzlement with ease. Nonetheless, tu picked yourself up brushing off the dirt from plaid pants. tu took another glance towards Colt, who was making way for the wet yard. tu notice that potro, colt was walking rather… fast. Maybe he was in hurry that’s why he didn’t slap tu around, who knows? All tu know is, if potro, colt does finish whatever task at hand tu need to make out of school fast.
potro, colt was no Ivan, that much tu know already. Ivan has strength of an average football player whereas potro, colt is beyond those years. tu squeezed your shoulders in remembrance, his warmth still lingers. Maybe tu were just imagining it: the inhuman pressure. Colt’s thumbing sat snuggly over your petite shoulders, his thick fingers digging into your shoulders. Anybody could do that, but… That look he gave you. The sensation rattling throughout your body like a heat wave, causing sparks to fly. tu shuddered at the thought. What were you, a masochistic?
tu pondered upon these thoughts as tu slip under the whole underneath the fence. Ditching school is a no big deal for you, in fact tu rather be inicial all día experimenting on your latest findings o chatting with your chums over the Internet. However, Russ speaks otherwise.
The relationship between tu and Russ is complicated at best; the only clearance tu ever gain was that tu consider him as a bro. Still, tu couldn’t help but to think he wants to be más than that, the way he treats you, hugs you, touches you. It’s different from Olivier for sure. Naturally tu weren’t the only one receiving these vibes, a lot of girls treat tu like segundo class if not completely shun you. Unlike you, Russ is a popular guy: Charismatic, athletic, adventurous and handsome. You, on the other hand, are nothing like that. tu doubt that you’ll ever become like that: you’re social awkward, tu consider sports as witchcraft, tu prefer your comfort zone and buckteeth, and glasses are not bringing in the men.
Sighing, tu keep walking on the lonesome street. Russ is a cool guy and no doubt tu amor him like a bro. He was the first person tu came out the closet to, all he dicho was,” is that suppose to change anything?” and gave tu this confuse look. tu didn’t get it until afterwards but he wasn’t confused at all, in fact he was enlightened. tu smile at the thought whereas tu bawl you’re eyes out at the time because tu thought he was making fun of you.
Homosexuality is a hard thing to live with, especially in a small community here in Kansas. tu have yet to come out the closet but what’s the point where there’s already a rumor going around. tu look at your sleeve-covered hands: this chaqueta was the fuente of the problems.
It all star—
Honks of the horn blare and disrupt your flow, tu turn to your left and hello came the semi truck. tu froze, body becoming tense. tu stare like a deer caught in the headlights oh dear is this right?
Reflexively tu brought your hands over your face in a lame attempt of defense. tu ready for impact, ready for the tears of your father and mother to drop. tu were ready for the worst. Yet, nothing came except the scraps of the snarling metal. tu drop your hands just like your jaw dropped.
The semi was put to the stop but not por the brakes it was supplied with. Human, a being with his red cape slumping over his bare shoulder, stopped it por the sapphire boots he stomp in. He glances from behind his tussle blonde hair already tu quiver underneath his gaze.
“Who are you?" Your mind taking over your vocals.
tu are having a meltdown and your face is failing to hide it. Your lips are part, your eyes widen all because of this guy standing before you. In all his Captain American (your nickname for him) Glory with his, what tu just notice, large hands griping your umbrella. tu glanced over your locker hoping, praying, that Narnia was just a leap away. Quickly tu made a mental note to make a bonfire out of your Father’s fantasía books.
“Vash?” He called out, grabbing your attention once more. You… You… What do tu do with this giant, then again standing at 5’3” anyone is a giant compared to you, which not only play but also hang with the same crowd that beats the living hell out of you? “I wanted to—“
Saved por the bell, without warning tu slam your locker shut with the needed materials dangling from your arms and beeline to your 1st period. The hallways suddenly became a highway: mouths honking, heavy flow with exits with each turn and scurrying feet to make their destination. Nothing is new and everything is simple. Until over all the buzz of gibberish, tu heard him.
Loud and clear and over the herd,” Vash let’s meet up after school, por the lunch yard!”
Don’t turn around, don’t turn around but most of all, do not turn around! Damn it, tu turn your head. tu just don’t listen do you? Despite all your claims from the night before about how tu are not going to have any, any relations with Captain America. tu blew it, tu acknowledge him and now he is going to take advantage of the approval tu gave for turning around and acknowledging him. Yeah, slap your forehead as tu enter 1st period: Computer Applications.
An easy class to have in the morning, nothing too complicated for your drooping mind. tu sat idly in front of the blaring screen, occasionally swooshing your chair causing your hanging feet to swing. Mr. Paulson was explaining a little too thrilling voice for the absent minded teenagers on how,” today, we will be learning how to make Menus in Microsoft Word!” Just like that, the excruciating 58-minute period started and each keystroke was slowly killing off some minutes. tu mind was elsewhere and tu realize that when Mr. Paulson stalked over and told you,” Vash, tu been typing the same sentence for the last 5 minutes.”
“I am?” Yes tu are. Staring at the sentence that was repeated about a dozen times.
“How about going to sleep early?” He joked, lightly patting your back before taking his leave to help another nameless student in your book.
Superman fingertips gently trace over the large chest of his fellow hero, his friend. He desperately searched for the slightest heartbeat, hoping he was wrong.
tu brought your palm over your face in distress; this was not the time and most of all, not the place to work on your homoerotic fanfiction. Button smashing the Backspace key, tu started to wonder if anybody in your classroom actually read fanfics. Deciding to survey of your classmates, tu became conscious of a fact. tu don’t know a single name.
“Did tu need something, Vash?”
“Oh! No, no, no. Not at all, I was just…” tu quit mid sentence and went straight back to the screen.
There wasn’t a chance in sight for tu to get back to work. Sighing tu saved whatever tu had done, a título in Broadway font, and went straight to the web. Trying to get your mind off of your stupidity, however just as the Wikipedia page loaded up your pocket vibrated. tu felt your blood run cold while tu fumble to take out your phone. A riddled neighbor was watching your pathetic display of being sly; she shook her head acknowledging your fail attempt. You, on the other hand, paid little attention to her peek.
Finally releasing your phone from the clutches of plaid, tu pato behind the tower station beside your monitor and took a look. It was a message from one of your chums, Olivier o what tu saved her as: “Robin.”
“hey, hey, my little sources told me that tu were talking to a certain blondy name Colt;)”
Great, the last person tu wanted to know knows. Ducking tu hear lower and deeper into the glaring screen, tu quirky text back,” robin where did tu hear that from???”
Off it went. Still, tu kept your eyes locked onto the screen waiting for the siguiente message from your crazed friend. At the same time, tu were experiencing a small corazón attack, an attack that your fanboy corazón knows all too well but damn it; this is not the good kind!
The phone slipped from your palms and landed straight onto the keyboard, to your luck, Olivier texted back. Just as the first vibrating resonated, tu snatch the out-dated phone and quickly snapped your heard above the tower to see if anybody notice.
“a little birdy told me~”
“was it wg?!?!” por W.G. tu mean Wonder Girl, o what she is better known as Kairi.
“yup, she told me he was talking to tu por your locker. Are tu guys an item now;) didn’t know tu had a blonde fetish, how are we going to break it rusty?”
“NO tu ravaging butt!”
Just when tu were about to send the message, s cough twitched your ear. Pulling up from the screen tu saw it was Mr. Paulson with a stern look of disapproval.
“Vash.”
“Sorry, Mr. Paulson.” tu apologize as tu handed over your flip.
“Come after school to retrieve it.”
“Okay.”
When he left, tu solemnly placed your head onto the escritorio and just wish over and over again to die there…. In reality on a (filthy) computer escritorio in a room filled with people tu don’t even know but in fantasy, tu were in the arms of your hero… Superma—Colt?!
Jumping up from your seat, tu took another glance around the room. Good, no one notice your stupidity. Shaking your head in disgust, tu return back to your work. Up until the campana rang.
After slipping out of 1st period, the rest of the evening was dreadful, almost painstaking irritating. Somehow the drone evolved to monotone, the chattering became idiotic no matter who’s in the conversation, even the once soothing AC filled Chem. lab felt like a jab straight to your bones.
When the afternoon came rolling around with the sound of grade B products being thrown away, tu were head deep into your locker searching for textbook while Russ was standing beside tu rambling on about how his contacts were killing him.
“….. So I might switch back to my glasses.” He leaned against the locker right siguiente to yours. “It’s not my first choice but it’s my only choice.”
“Isn’t still soccer season?”
“Shit!” Russ slapped his forehead. “That reminds me…”
“Huh?” tu began to withdraw from cavern, your lip biting onto the sleeve of Russ’ jacket.
“I forgot, fuck!”
Russ still had tu in the dark. tu watch him, wide eye, reach for his bag and slung the straps over his shoulders.
“Soccer meeting right now, I’ll see tu later?”
tu carefully shut your locker shut, your fingers barely peeking out the long sleeve.
“IRL?”
“Maybe, if anything I’ll let tu know.”
“ ‘Kay.” tu peep.
Russ just smiled, one of those smiles that get tu all warm inside. tu smile back and before tu know it, he yanks tu adelante, hacia adelante and wrapped his arms around you. After getting over the initial stinging, it felt nice. The warmth of the oso, oso de hug making tu feel all cozy, as if tu were sitting in front of the fireplace lectura some,” Action Comics.”
“You know where to find me if anything.”
Like that Russ was gone, mixing with the overpopulating crowd. It was hard to spot him since he wasn’t wearing his signature green lettermen. Reasoning being that you, yes you, are wearing it. Seeing there’s no point of staring into the abyss, tu turn around to the other direction. However in mid step tu were caught off guard por a new pair of hands. Your back slammed against the locker, already people began to turn their cheeks and shuffle away. Your glasses slide down the bridge of your nose, your vision becoming blurred yet tu could still make out the blue irises staring, glaring at you. Under his smoldering glare, tu shuddered from his smolder.
“Vash, who was that?” His farm boy accent prompt, an accent tu were teased for never having. “Huh?”
“Russell.” tu whimper while tu avert your glance elsewhere.
The pressure against your shoulders started to become overbearing, tu hoped they wouldn’t pop out of place. tu kicked your feet down only swiping air; quickly tu brought your gaze back to him. It was Colt. His face contorted with anger and tu don’t know why.
“You’re… You’re hurting me.” tu admit while tu hands ringed his wrist.
Suddenly, tu dropped. Your body slammed against the floor as potro, colt banged his heels away, ignoring your puzzlement with ease. Nonetheless, tu picked yourself up brushing off the dirt from plaid pants. tu took another glance towards Colt, who was making way for the wet yard. tu notice that potro, colt was walking rather… fast. Maybe he was in hurry that’s why he didn’t slap tu around, who knows? All tu know is, if potro, colt does finish whatever task at hand tu need to make out of school fast.
potro, colt was no Ivan, that much tu know already. Ivan has strength of an average football player whereas potro, colt is beyond those years. tu squeezed your shoulders in remembrance, his warmth still lingers. Maybe tu were just imagining it: the inhuman pressure. Colt’s thumbing sat snuggly over your petite shoulders, his thick fingers digging into your shoulders. Anybody could do that, but… That look he gave you. The sensation rattling throughout your body like a heat wave, causing sparks to fly. tu shuddered at the thought. What were you, a masochistic?
tu pondered upon these thoughts as tu slip under the whole underneath the fence. Ditching school is a no big deal for you, in fact tu rather be inicial all día experimenting on your latest findings o chatting with your chums over the Internet. However, Russ speaks otherwise.
The relationship between tu and Russ is complicated at best; the only clearance tu ever gain was that tu consider him as a bro. Still, tu couldn’t help but to think he wants to be más than that, the way he treats you, hugs you, touches you. It’s different from Olivier for sure. Naturally tu weren’t the only one receiving these vibes, a lot of girls treat tu like segundo class if not completely shun you. Unlike you, Russ is a popular guy: Charismatic, athletic, adventurous and handsome. You, on the other hand, are nothing like that. tu doubt that you’ll ever become like that: you’re social awkward, tu consider sports as witchcraft, tu prefer your comfort zone and buckteeth, and glasses are not bringing in the men.
Sighing, tu keep walking on the lonesome street. Russ is a cool guy and no doubt tu amor him like a bro. He was the first person tu came out the closet to, all he dicho was,” is that suppose to change anything?” and gave tu this confuse look. tu didn’t get it until afterwards but he wasn’t confused at all, in fact he was enlightened. tu smile at the thought whereas tu bawl you’re eyes out at the time because tu thought he was making fun of you.
Homosexuality is a hard thing to live with, especially in a small community here in Kansas. tu have yet to come out the closet but what’s the point where there’s already a rumor going around. tu look at your sleeve-covered hands: this chaqueta was the fuente of the problems.
It all star—
Honks of the horn blare and disrupt your flow, tu turn to your left and hello came the semi truck. tu froze, body becoming tense. tu stare like a deer caught in the headlights oh dear is this right?
Reflexively tu brought your hands over your face in a lame attempt of defense. tu ready for impact, ready for the tears of your father and mother to drop. tu were ready for the worst. Yet, nothing came except the scraps of the snarling metal. tu drop your hands just like your jaw dropped.
The semi was put to the stop but not por the brakes it was supplied with. Human, a being with his red cape slumping over his bare shoulder, stopped it por the sapphire boots he stomp in. He glances from behind his tussle blonde hair already tu quiver underneath his gaze.
“Who are you?" Your mind taking over your vocals.
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Melissa
Hair: White
Eyes: Red((Im facinated with Red eyes ok!?))
Skin: Covered in white scales
Height: 6'5
Weight: 115
Race: Dragon/humaniod
Powers/Skills: Can morph into a dragon, but only when is very needed. Breaths fire((Yeah, yeah I know there are many firecasters, but this is a basic dragon atribute)). Skilled with bows and melle wepons.
Weapons: Fond of a sword but makes weapons out of anything she can.
History: Xiuhcoatl has grown up with dragons. She has never seen another human. She has fended off enemies of her homeland, she speaks a forign launguage not known to humans. She has been very isolated her whole life, and now she is traveling to find a inicial for the Dragons. Their inicial was invaded and taken over por enemies.
Personality: Curious. Many things fasinate her because she has grown up in a valley without technology.
Xiuhcoatl
Xiuhcoatl as dragon
Nala
Costume
Austyn
Age: 14
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Saphire Blue
Height: 6'0
Weight: 115lbs
Powers: Phasing, invisiblity, water bending(freezing, shaping, moving, evap, ect).
Weapons: Swords, and the occasional mace.
History: Austyn lived in a happy family in France, until they turned on him. He had to run away, they found him begging for spare change in the streets. They took him inicial and beat him to teach him a lesson. He moved to america, he got a job, and learned little english. His family is still looking for him. In the wrong place.
Personality: Austyn is pretty open and nice. He knows when to be serious. When he sees someone down o upset, he would go over there and poke them, o hug them. He likes everyone to be happy and together. Quiet when it comes to fighting o family.
S'tume: Leather chaqueta and white tanktop underneath. Black-washed jeans.
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