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Post by nirvana on Mar 1, 2012 23:31:41 GMT -5
[img src=" "] Cynder stood at the edge of the lake, the tremors racking his body coming from two things. The aftermath of a full on panic attack, and rage. The thunder elemental was soaked to the bone, and he was glad that whatever elemental had done it, had taken off after getting a jolt of electricity, mostly glad anyways. The other half of him was crying for vengeance, it was hard to go worse with Cynder than using his phobia against him. The Hispanic sank down into the sands, running a mostly steady hand through his hair, trying to ignore the obvious tremble that shook him.
Not bothering to look around to see if anyone else was near to harass him, Cynder wrung out his hair before shaking the shoulder length tresses back behind his back. He couldn't believe he'd let himself get caught off guard like that, and near water to. Frustration boiled uselessly in his eyes, electricity connecting at his fingertips, refusing to fade as it was fueled by the aftermath of fear and the current anger. Cynder rose, beginning to pace as he tried to banish the fear that still had him trembling. Frustrated, he tried to fuel the part of him that demanded vengeance, half desperate to silence the fear.
His black jeans were tight against his legs, the water making them cling. He winced as the cloth rubbed against his newest tattoo, his rapid movements freezing as the increased the painful friction. The tattoo was a lightning bolt, something he'd gotten just gotten it yesterday, pretty much as soon as it was safe for him to walk the distance. His cerulean blue eyes narrowed, and he quickly blocked off that thought, the frequent pains from his leg was reminder enough of his uncle. The thunder elemental sighed quietly, sinking back into the sands as he decided that wearing himself down wasn't worth agitating the tattoo.
To anyone else he'd look like someone plotting a murder with the air about him, but the trembling that he still couldn't stop contradicted that. It only took him four seconds of staying still for his hand to start clenching, electricity escaping it as it was pushing out of his palm. Once more the Hispanic tried to stop the tremors, the actual fear gone, but the reaction was still there. He remembered very well the last time he'd ended up in deep water, he'd trembled for two weeks before it finally stopped, right now he just hoped that not coming so close to drowning would stop it from lasting so long.
Cynder's teeth clenched tightly for just a moment before he stood up, pacing again. He resembled a caged wolf with the way he turned sharply around with each five strides, his eyes flashing dangerously. And a caged wolf was the appropriate comparison, because right now he was fighting to rein in the part of him that had electricity zapping dangerously down his hand, the side that told him to get revenge. That dog had taught him a lesson, his power could kill, and he didn't half the control to keep it short of that, but fortunately his injury and his age had taken away the power he needed to kill a human.
Fortunately because he'd already electrocuted two so far, both in reaction to harmless prank, or rather, seemingly harmless in this case. There was no way whoever it was could have known that he couldn't swim, let alone that he was Aquaphobic. But it wasn't helping his instinctive dislike of the Water Elementals. The Thunder Elemental shortened and slowed his stride as the friction burned on the tattoo again, however angry he was right now, he wasn't ruining something that was permanently embedded in his skin for the sake of burning off energy.
Word Count; 633
Mood; Angry, restless
Muse; Great
Listening To; No Pain No Gain- Scorpions
Tags; Altair Bennett
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Mar 3, 2012 23:02:33 GMT -5
 Despite Altair's hatred of the Water students, she enjoyed the lake. With a naturally pale complexion, she needed all the sun she could get. Tanning salons never worked for her, because no matter how much she spread it out, her skin just couldn't help but take on an ugly yellowish-orange hue. Besides, she didn't like being enclosed in tight spaces, and could most of the time only think about how many other people have lied in a tanning bed, leaving behind their skin cells. She liked to keep everything clean, obsessively so, but sometimes laziness claimed her. The apartment she shared with Rowena could attest to that. "Should you really go to the lake?" The girl who spoke to her was a Fire, and she'd call her a friend if Altair thought of people like that.
She peeked over her sunglasses, giving the brunette an incredulous look. "Should I really care about what comes out of your mouth?" she drawled before pushing her sunglasses back up and taking her towel. The lake shore was sandy, and she didn't really like the way the tiny crushed rocks liked to creep up in places they shouldn't. She enjoyed the summertime, for the freeing feeling of nonrestrictive clothes. Of course, she was always in fashion, especially now that her contract had gone through. She was still riding on that high, and...several others. Even the tanktop she wore was right, and her shorts emphasized her long (damn pale) legs, ending in a pair of strappy sandals. Her tastes were admittedly expensive, no matter how she tried to hold herself back. Altair was used to living without restraints. She preferred it, but she came to a horrifying realization after her birthday, after getting arrested with Brett--she was an adult. Eighteen now, legal. We all grow up.
Not that she didn't know what growing up meant. She and Rowena didn't have parents. Or rather, they didn't have parents they would care for guidance from. So she just kept doing what she would be doing. When she came to the beach, she didn't see anyone but a rather incensed looking kid. "The fuck happened to you?" she asked, no obvious interest in her voice as she folded out her towel a little ways off. When she sat down, she pulled her curls up into a clip, taking sunscreen out from her purse. Perhaps this was why she wasn't good at making friends, the fact that she didn't care about people. Well, when those people weren't Ro. And at one point, Syria. Thinking of the girl still served to make her stomach clench, a sick feeling inside of her. So she stopped thinking. Simple as that.
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Post by nirvana on Mar 9, 2012 2:55:38 GMT -5
[img src=" "] Cynder was fuming silently as he stood in place by the lake, glaring daggers at the sand. The thunder elemental crossed his arms carefully, all to aware of the water dripping from his cloths. Cynder couldn't deny that half of the outrage was directed at himself, eight years of having a voice in his head screaming 'constant vigilance' and he gets pushed in a lake with a half-healed broken ankle. The Hispanic chose to ignore the electric currents between his fingers, incensed was the mildest term anyone could apply to him right about now. Murderous was more appropriate. Cynder closed his cerulean blue eyes slowly. Meditation had been part of his Martial Arts training, especially after the discovery of his Aquaphobia, it had helped to stop the trembling after a few days of it. Only after he'd accidentally broken the mentor's wrist though.
Cynder winced at the memory, the man hadn't been exactly mad, in fact he'd been thrilled. Unconsciously breaking bones was apparently a huge accomplishment. But to say his uncle had been furious was quite a understatement, the teachers hadn't been any better. The thunder elemental shook off the thought, instead focusing on relaxing to at least decrease the evident tremors. But relaxation, even after four years of meditation, wasn't something he could even grasp, especially after being pushed in a lake. The sparks that had momentarily died flared up again at that thought, nearly breaking his mood to give way for exasperation. It took him more concentration to summon a spark than it took most to summon enough electricity to charge a entertainment center. And yet he couldn't shut it off when someone got him riled.
Cynder once again reeled in the need to work out the restless fury, letting his hands clench rhythmically at his sides. "The fuck happened to you?" The Hispanic didn't even bother to look over his shoulder at the girl. "You want the short story, or the long one that will probably end in me murdering someone?" Cynder's flat, irate tone gave a pretty clear message. He was not happy. The thunder elemental was surprisingly graceful as he threw himself down into the sand, settling with his legs carefully folded, trying not to disturb his ankle. The shot of pain up his leg was nothing compared to what he was used to when he tried walking any real distance. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Mar 9, 2012 18:48:11 GMT -5
Altair didn't put too much mind toward the kid after she sat down, waiting for his response as she lathered up with sunscreen. She certainly burned easily enough, and that was something she certainly didn't want. She had to keep herself looking even better than she usually did now that she had a modeling contract. She almost wrinkled her nose at the thought of dieting. Women weren't made for that in her mind. They liked to eat, and it was mean to their bodies to deny them that. She took care of herself by exercising and she was sure purging her system after a night of partying helped too. But she would do anything she needed to keep this contract. Would she be able to control herself enough to keep her job though? She figured only time would tell. At least she was doing better with her grades and such, and she could be proud of that.
She pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose as she turned to observe the boy. "Whichever one doesn't bore me," she said. She really didn't care about him or his wellbeing or anything like that. Why should she? He was a stranger and she was as selfish as she could be. The Fire leader only looked out for herself and her sister. Everyone else, she believed, should keep to themselves and not expect her to go out of her way to help them. "Or don't tell me at all, I don't care," she added, meaning to get her point across that she only asked to make conversation and pretend like she had some semblance of friendliness. Sometimes she did. She had the capacity to get on with others, but a lot of times she just chose not to. Especially since her temper had the habit of getting the better of her. "Altair, if you care," she said to introduce herself as she smeared sunscreen on her pale leg. It almost blended together perfectly. "Fire leader." The pride that came with that title was immense.
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Post by nirvana on Mar 13, 2012 20:25:52 GMT -5
[img src=" "] Cynder almost succeeded in his usual emotionless demeanor as he ignored her. Unfortunately, shaking like a leaf from a panic attack makes it hard to be a stoic. After a moment the Hispanic began glaring at the water, alternating between that and her. Frustration was warring against two things, the fact that he couldn't look at the water for more than two seconds without remembering drowning, and he wasn't exactly in the mood to acknowledge her any further. Finally Cynder compromised with glaring at the warm sands, what had drawn him here in the first place. It was a simple fact that he'd never liked the water, something that he'd never even bothered to explain to himself or anyone else. It wasn't a subject he exactly enjoyed anyways. In his opinion, it was just was just a reason to avoid deep water, nothing else.
The fact that she was still there didn't help his temper, dealing with someone wasn't exactly on the top of his to-do list. "Whichever one doesn't bore me," Cynder rolled his eyes at that, figures. People like here wasn't something he was inexperienced with. And who was he to judge, he wasn't the kind to care about a stranger either. "Or don't tell me at all, I don't care." Cynder just focused on the sand, contemplating whether or not to answer her. Getting pushed into the lake wasn't exactly a story he wanted to share, but then again, he was already soaked to the bone, shaking like a leaf, and electrocuting the sand. Hard to get more obvious than that.
The Hispanic almost groaned in exasperation at the thought. Part of the reason he hated his Aquaphobia, was how people reacted to it. He was thirteen years old with more maturity than most seventeen year old's had, but its hard to get that respect. Particularly when your terrified of deep water. "Altair, if you care," Cynder instantly bit back the retort that rose to his lips. This girl was obviously a almost definitely a Fire, and he was already on more than one person's bad side. "Fire leader." He glanced at her, looking almost amused at the pride in her voice.
The Thunder elemental glanced at the water, still trying to relax to stop from trembling, but nothing had stopped it before, why would it now? Cynder. Thunder Elemental, obviously He added the last part indicating the electricity vanishing against the sand as it repeatedly shot down his fingers, completely out of his control. Just thinking about the liability caused the power to surge up, doubling in strength before he reined in his emotion. Having a temper reminisce of a Fire elemental didn't help, and to be honest, Cynder was glad his power was still weak. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he could summon something like the strength the graduated Elementals did. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Mar 13, 2012 21:05:33 GMT -5
Altair couldn't say she was truly pro at reading people. She had some skill in it. A person needed skill when dealing with others, especially in the life she had led. Some thought that models were dimwitted, but if you didn't want to be pulled along and under the rush of water, one needed to be on top of the game. And she could easily tell that this kid was pissed. She would have sympathized if she was a sympathetic person. As it was, she merely understood that kind of feeling since she was mostly in a state of rage. Not as much as in the past, but still a lot of the time. She had mostly two speeds, unfriendly and pissed to high hell.
Altair snorted. He didn't answer her question, and he wasn't going to bother him about it. She made it clear that she wasn't interested, really. She was good at conversation, but only if the other person reciprocated and gave an effort as well. "I see. Obviously the sand is the culprit for your troubles," she said dryly, almost humorous but not really. It was difficult to tell one's element from outward appearances. For all her temper signified Fire, she had an equal chance of being a Wind. You just never knew who you were fucking with around here, and that was half the danger. "Well, looks like I don't have to kick your ass then," she said, giving hint at her volatile nature. If he were a Water or Earth? There would be problems, definitely. She didn't hold back for anyone.
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Post by nirvana on Mar 19, 2012 15:06:23 GMT -5
Cynder wasn't exactly sure what to think about the girl, besides that she was arrogant, the rest he wasn't bothering to pick up. Normally he could read people almost as well as a psychologist, right now he was more into turning the sand to ash by glaring at it. No one could exactly say that the Thunder elemental acted his age, usually he acted more seriously than over half of the graduates, it was water that got him irrational. Barely even a week out of the hospital wing, and he'd already had two bad encounters with his worst fear, Cynder was just glad that only one of them had been actually deep water, what he was really afraid of. The other had been merely, to put it simply, highly infuriating. Enough so to get him imaging strangling whatever student had done it, the more reasonable half of him hoped that he'd never learn, for the sake of the student. "I see. Obviously the sand is the culprit for your troubles," Cynder startled at that, broken from his border-line murderous thoughts.
It took him a second for the words to actually hit him, grinning slightly as he did, though it seemed as if he were still trembling from rage, which is what most people blamed the rough shivering on, something he did nothing to deny. Of course, the inanimate grains of yellow rock is to blame for my unpleasant day. His natural sarcastic tone was threaded with humor now, cerulean blue eyes glittering with laughter, something that was even rarer than seeing him unnerved by anything. The Hispanis ran a hand through his still wet hair, displeased by the way it dried, his hair did not take well to lake water, but it certainly handled it better than he did. "Well, looks like I don't have to kick your ass then," The humor instantly vanished at that comment, his immaculately maintained eyebrow shooting up. I'd like to see you try, I may be young but I didn't earn that black-belt by not being able to take care of myself.
The normal attitude that would have gone with the words was only a slight edge on them, he wasn't in the mood to get angry at anyone but who ever had pushed him into the lake. At the reminder of the reason he was shaking like a leaf, Cynder returned to glaring at the sand, still unnerved just by looking at the water. Cynder's hand was still clenching continuously, before it settled to absently tracing the lightning tattoo that was hidden beneath the skin-tight jeans, ignoring the faint tingle of pain. It was almost a minute before the Thunder elemental finally spoke again, deciding to answer her first question, though leaving out the details of why he was still shaking. "I got pushed into the lake, and if you happen to have any idea of whom it was, please tell me so I can electrocute the water next time whoever it was goes swimming." A tiny bolt of electricity hit the ground next to his leg as he finished, as if vehemently agreeing with him, while he glared at the sand once more, silently daring her to laugh.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Mar 21, 2012 18:14:53 GMT -5
Unlike a lot of her Fire brethren, she had no problem with water. Well, when it wasn’t being used to attack her. She could swim and hang around large bodies without a notion of discontent. Altair gave no reaction to his sardonic reply, just gazed at her body, milky skin, scar on her knee from the surgery. She traced it with a long finger, trying not to remember the fall. The Fall. It so perfectly described the descent. Rise again, like a phoenix. She burnt the past like papers.
Altair lifted her eyes. So serious, she thought with a smirk. Eyes as cold as Russian winter, she said, ”Is that a challenge? Your first mistake would be to underestimate your enemy.” He voice was a brisk wind, cold and cutting. She didn’t need to brag to him about what she was capable of because she knew it herself. She could care less about a fucking black belt, and it just sounded like something the kid was saying to feel self-important, to bolster his deflating ego. If it came down to it, a black-belt could be burnt by her fire.
She just blinked at the sand he was still electrocuting, maliciously hoping he passed out from exertion. He acted as young as he looked. ”You may have not have noticed, distracted as you are by sand,” she said dryly, ”but I just got here. Can’t pinpoint your attackers, now can I?” If she were someone else, she may have pointed out that getting pushed in water wasn’t a big deal, not something to be fuming over when you got out of it. But her temper rushed through her veins. She understood. ”Next time you see them, pay ‘em back.” She may not have been very vindictive, but she fought, tooth and nail. It was all she knew.
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Post by nirvana on Apr 12, 2012 10:37:46 GMT -5
Cynder was still conflicted by the water and the the girl, Altair beside him. So far both were almost worthy of being on the receiving end of his death-glare. But the water still unnerved him and Altair seemed to be trying to be what she would likely consider civil. Finally as his expression turned smooth, blank almost, the electricity slowly heating the sands died off. Cynder hated his control issues, not being able to feel anything with intensity without worrying about electrocuting anything within a two feet of his hands, or even seven if he was really ticked. But one way or another, things being out of his control didn't sit well with him, simply put, he was a control freak, and Cynder barely even tried to deny it. ”Is that a challenge? Your first mistake would be to underestimate your enemy.” The Hispanic rolled his lapis lazuli eyes at her aggression, turning abruptly to face the water. Cynder shuddered particularly heavy as he looked as the blue lake, averting his eyes for a moment before focusing again, he'd prefer having his 'stand-off' away from other eyes, but he probably wasn't going to come here again after this. "No thanks, I have other plans."
Cynder's tone was curt, as if the Thunder elemental didn't want his concentration at calming his racing heart broken. He'd tried to talk himself out of his fear of water more than once, but it didn't stop him from shaking from anything to a hour to a week when he ended up over his shoulders in it. Cynder shuddered again, before it settled to the more natural tremor as he refused the urge to look away from the water. The Hispanic had heard the term 'face your fears' more than once, but he had no intention of setting a foot any closer to that water than he already was, not when he could barely even look at it. It was completely against the Thunder's natural to admit to being afraid to anyone but himself, and when he was terrified of water, unnerved by cars and panicked by enclosed spaces, he just preferred to keep away from the conversations that brought it up. ”You may have not have noticed, distracted as you are by sand,” Cynder raised a eyebrow at her dry tone, not even bothering to look at her.
”but I just got here. Can’t pinpoint your attackers, now can I?” Cynder just shook out his hair, running a hand through it to loosen the stiff way it dried, trying and succeeding to get it to fall into its normal flowing manner, if only partially succeeding. His shaking was still obvious even from a distance, something that the Hispanic hated, especially as the occasion rough shudder was added, following by his eyes darting away from the lake before he focused them again. Fear was something he'd always understood, from the day he'd gone swimming when he was six, even then they'd had to drag him, fighting tooth and nail into the water. He'd nearly drowned, and they'd tried again and again to teach him how to swim and get him over with. Cynder could only be glad that they'd given up about a year before his powers kicked in. Water was simply something he feared and hated, and he couldn't imagine ever getting over it, especially if this kept up.
Cynder traced the tattoo beneath his jeans again as he stared out into the lake, vague shadows beneath the surface catching his attention for brief moments, he didn't care or like to think about what was in the lake, he didn't like fish alive and he had a personal vendetta against sea food. ”Next time you see them, pay ‘em back.” The remark got a instant change of mood, and for the first time since he'd been shoved in the lake Cynder grinned, almost maliciously but the glitter in his eyes showed the pleasure he found in the thought. "Don't worry I will, and let me know if you see anyone running around with Einstein hair and a freaky twitch, I gave whoever it was quite the jolt."
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 12, 2012 19:30:22 GMT -5
Kid was definitely Thunder, all the way through. She got along great with her sister, of course, but she was sure that blood had something to do with that. They weer both bitches, and Altair almost smirked at the thought. She was proud of the girl and everything she did, even if it was completely horrible. When Cynder didn't offer up a fight, he suddenly became more boring to her. She wished he'd want a fight. The Thunders were certainly not as confrontational as their Fire allies, either. Quite a shame actually. Altair gazed out at the lake, wondering how anyone could be afraid of it. It was beautiful. She usually didn't have too much of an appreciation for nature or shit like that, but the lake was a crystal blue, framed by cliffs and even the pine trees looked dangerous. Dangerous looking things enticed her, drew her closer. She wanted to see what she could do with them, if she could play.
She spared a glance in Cynder's direction to notice him grinning, and snorted softly, running her finger down her stomach. Toned and flat, she was fucking proud of her body. It deserved to be in the pages of magazines, but maybe she could get bigger. People should remember her name. Altair Bennett. She'd be immortal. "Oh really, you wanna become my friend or something?" she said, and her voice still sounded like a challenge. Really, becoming her friend would be a challenge. It didn't come easy for people. "Talk to me again? Or maybe you just wanna fuck me?" Always blunt and to the point, she couldn't hold back her inner thoughts. Even if they were inappropriate. She didn't look too concerned about Cynder's answer, then again, she never did with anyone.
[we can end this with your post, i s'pose. xD]
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