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Post by hound on Nov 18, 2012 20:20:24 GMT -5
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[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] Makism can’t tell you how excited he is to finally get out and do something. There’s no need for a date this time, either. How are the rest of them going to look at him bringing a dude, anyway? Not like he’s cared what anyone thinks in a long damn time, but it’s interesting to wonder. This is a young man that can hold his own, and he’s more than happy with that. What he’d be even happier with would be someone to hang onto in this sea of couples and sopping romance, but that was something he’d push from his mind for now. More important things to worry about, at least.
He wouldn’t call his fashion sense incredible, but the Russian man knew how to match himself fairly well. It wasn’t like it was a big deal, shaking into a pair of skinny jeans and pulling on a jacket. The fact he actually had to tie his tie though? Well, that took the help of our dear friend the internet. Nothing that couldn’t be figured out with a little bit of googling. Without really thinking, Makism applies enough eyeliner to make himself look like a raccoon, something that would look alright under the bright lights that would come with the school dance. Lacing up his shoes… yeah. He was ready. More than ready.
There’s a spring to Makism’s step as he arrives fashionably late. He feels good, something that hasn’t happened in a little while. The fiery creature with his bright green eyes can feel himself getting high… hell, high on life. It’s not like it’s a big deal, and it tastes ever so good. Without thinking, the creature makes his way straight for the dance floor. It’s as he steps to the center, dancing his way through the gyrating bodies, that he tips his head back and yells-- "Party’s here!"
He loses himself nearly entirely after that. The young man doesn’t even bother touching the flask in his pocket, finding the student body taking him away to feel so much better. Nothing else really matters right now… politics, pre-established friendships, even maybe the alliance system melts away. For a night, at least, he can be “just another teenage kid.” Maybe that’s what feels the best of all, knowing that for a little while he can be normal. At the heart of the party is where Makism belongs, something that’s as easy to feel as it is to think.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 18, 2012 22:58:51 GMT -5
OH GRAVITY!
why can't we seem to keep it together Kennedy didn't really get the hype about school dances. Sure, they were supposed to be this huge deal that anybody who was anybody would go to! As an underclassman, "come January you'll be a junior, Kenny!" going to prom was one of those things to be jealous of. As it was, Rebecca's guy friend had decided to invite her. Not because he liked her, but because he wanted an excuse to make the elder Beaufort jealous.
They had arrived about ten minutes after the start of the dance and Rebecca left to the dance floor with her date and Kennedy's in tow. Kennedy hadn't really dressed extremely appropriately for the dance, "nobody wears floor-length dresses anymore, Ken. get with the program," but she didn't look completely out of place. She wore a short, strapless black dress with a white cardigan which she had placed on the table she now sat at. Silver and black bracelets jangled at her wrists and she wore a pair of flats to avoid being taller than her date.
Kennedy occupied herself with watching the groups of people as they came in, usually with their dates and looking very cheerful. Every once in a while, somebody without a date would walk in, but it was obvious they were looking for a certain group of people as they briskly walked past and started mingling with others. Maybe it was a bad idea for her to come here. She wasn't welcome, especially without her date. The young Thunder started to stand when a lone boy walked through the doors, a bounce in his step.
Something about him was different, she couldn't really place it. He moved with confidence, disappearing into the throng without hesitation. Without knowing what she was doing, she took a stand and started towards the group of dancers. If somebody like him could just waltz in and start dancing, then so could she!
Kennedy slowly started moving to the music, her feet and hips moving together to the rhythm as she blithely moved throughout the other dancers, keeping as much to herself as possible. However, it was soon that she was in the middle of the dance floor, with other dancers pressed to both sides of her and she bumped into somebody else. A lone dancer also in the middle of the floor, wearing a black tuxedo jacket over a white shirt, a light blue tie. The boy who had inspired her to take to the floor in the first place. "Sorry for bumping into you!" she called over the music, finding her footing and shifting slightly with the beat as she looked at the boy, wondering if she had seen him before.
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Post by hound on Nov 19, 2012 22:33:21 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY, THIS LIFE IS A PARTY" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] Makism is here to live it up like he was always meant to. His head is spinning with the music, consumed by the party. How grand it feels… how lovely it is to be swallowed up. Music is something that he lets take himself away, and it’s grand. Everything was grand this evening if he was to tell the truth. Then again, that would be if anyone asked. It didn’t look like much of anyone was talking… it’s okay. That simply left more room in his lungs for air that could be used for dancing. Yes. It was all good.
His feet are bright and hot on the dance floor. He moves with a strange sort of grace… not really graceful, a bit jerky and awkward, but he’s spry. In fact, Makism is on the spritely side for his long legs and muscled build. He finds himself a nice looking creature, and that works rather in his favor. The creature watches the rest of the people around him with a soft eye, a bright eye. He’s on fire, and it’s beautiful. Everything about the way they’re all moving together… Makism finds it so, so beautiful.
It takes him over, the music does. It seeps into his brain and drags him into a place he rather enjoys, one where nothing else matters. His tie loosens slightly, his shirt comes untucked in the back. Makism’s once perfect hair becomes mussed, hanging in a wild curtain around his face. It’s enough to strew his green eyes from view briefly, but never once does he stop dancing. No, the creature can’t control himself any more. Young and wild and free, it takes him over, and it’s beautiful. His lungs burn just slightly as he continues to dance, but that’s alright. It’s more than alright. It’s a good night.
A young woman bumps into him, but that’s alright. The perfectly put together young politician’s eyes pan to find the pretty young posy. His eyes light up just slightly, it’s hard to get more alight than they already were. He’s shifting, still dancing. Makism recognizes the girl as an alliance, and that’s alright with him. More than alright. Hell, she is pretty. If only she had a co—anyway. Moving on. His fingers are gentle in his hair, raking it away from his eyes. "Not a problem." His grin is dazzling, a dancing step in his feet. His hands are out in front, offering to the girl. "Come on, come dance."
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 20, 2012 21:20:48 GMT -5
OH GRAVITY!
why can't we seem to keep it together Dancing was a peculiar action in Kennedy's eyes. There were no set perimeters that would tell one whether somebody was a good dancer or a bad dancer. The more refined enjoyed ball-room dances, waltzing and snapping through the tango like life. Others found it pleasing to grind up against somebody else, using somebody much like a stripper might use a pole. And yet, some just swung their arms around their dates neck and rocked back and forth. Couples dancing was the most bizarre as there were so many different factors that made a good dance.
When you danced alone, it was different. Whether you shifted back and forth to the rhythm, head-banged, or even did the sprinkler, the quality of your dance was all up to you. What may feel lopsided and unnatural ends up something that other people imitate and fail to do. The key was the find the beat. If you found the beat in the music, you just change the motion of your dance in rhythm to it. Kennedy wasn't one to really put a lot into dancing, but she had been complimented a few times. She didn't see herself as a good dancer, but here she was throwing herself single into the middle of the dance floor.
And now she had a potential partner.
The boy smiles, holding out his hands, inviting her to dance with him. "Don't let yourself think to much, Kenny~ You're going to get wrinkles between your eye-brows." Without too much hesitation, she took the boy's hands and matched his movements, a smile breaking over her face. She had never really danced with a boy and the fact that it was just fun and care-free made her let out a laugh of relief and happiness, shattering the lingering worries of being at the dance alone. "My name's Kennedy!" she called over the music, not sure whether she was supposed to introduce herself or not for these sort of things.
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Post by hound on Nov 20, 2012 23:26:18 GMT -5
center] "TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY, THIS LIFE IS A PARTY" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center][/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] The young man fancies himself a decent dancer. He’s had his fair amount of experience—hell, he’d been clubbing since the age of 14. It’d been something to do, something to pass the time, and living infamously close to Boston would do it to you. Hell, it would always find a way to stick to you, one way or another. The creature had a way of throwing himself into the music, and it was grand. He was heart and soul on the table, all through those shimmering, brilliant green eyes. It was interesting, dancing without being in a drug induced frenzy. It was interesting being on the dance floor. Hell, the whole lot of this shit was interesting.
Makism’s never had any classical training and that’s something that’s evident. He takes the hands of his new partner, swinging her to and fro. It’s pretty, the way her dress flairs out around her legs as she does. He’s gentle, not bothering to poke or to prod too much. Simple, easy movements. Makism is an electric being, and he likes the idea that he’s drawn someone in, snatched them up into being in his company. Yes. This is what he does best, it’s what he’s meant for.
His eyes are gentle as they train on the girl’s face. He reads her lips more than hears her words, it’s nearly impossible over the music anyway. It’s alright. The atmosphere is something that he has to adore. Kennedy. He’d tuck the name away, remember it for another day. They were all important, after all. "Name’s Makism." He enunciates clearly, speech crisp. "Maks if you’d rather." The nickname was something he’d had since childhood, but he liked the way it sounded. Either worked for the man, personally, as he dashed about with the girl.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 21, 2012 0:02:27 GMT -5
OH GRAVITY!
why can't we seem to keep it together Kennedy felt the boy tug on her hands, moving her about the dance floor. For some reason, she wasn't expecting the hands that had offered to take herself to be as gentle as they were. The movements were fluid, easy to get lost in as she spun against the grain of the other dancers. They were probably one of the few non-couples in the Mess Hall, yet Kennedy figured that somebody walking in would probably ask if they were a couple. Though her cheeks flushed, she didn't mind. Something about the boy's motions assured her nothing she would regret would happen while she was around him. At least, she hoped.
She barely caught his name over the music. Makism. With permission to shorten to Maks. It was a peculiar name, but she liked it. It fit him well. "Well, Maks. What's a guy like you doing here without a date?" she asked him, not trying to be rude but genuinely curious. Most of the semi-decent looking guys had either a girl at their hip or were in large groups of equally good-looking peers scouting for single girls. Kennedy released Makism's hands, twirling closer so that they would not have to yell quite as loud to be heard before taking his hands again as if she had done it many times before. Confidence. It was an emotion she was very good at faking.
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Post by hound on Nov 24, 2012 22:08:30 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY, THIS LIFE IS A PARTY" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] He’s as gentle as he is dangerous and maybe a little crazy. Reckless, more like. Makism wouldn’t hurt a fly unless it pissed him off, and that was something he found himself rather proud of. Hell, it worked well enough for the young Russian man. He’s got green eyes that hide a lot of things—not always the window directly to the soul. That was what happened when you put up curtains, after all. Unless there was a good, strong breeze they would simply stay in place as long as they damn well pleased. As long as he damn well pleased.
Those green eyes are the same ones that are soft on Kennedy’s face. He needs to study the creature, after all. It was something that he couldn’t help but try, a psychological analysis from the simple look of someone’s face. The young man couldn’t focus on it enough to find something, though. He was dancing with the young woman like one would with their best friend at a sixth grade dance. No actual, real bodily contact. Makism was okay with that. Friends were good. He wasn’t about to lead a nice young woman on, after all.
She’s closer now, but that’s okay. The young man is getting tired of shouting. The other thing he’s getting tired of? Happy couples. It was enough to rub him the wrong way, after all. Makism is an attractive, confident, shining young man with a winning personality—what happened? Something obsessive is there deep down… he’s clingy. He can’t help but cling. Whatever. It was something he wouldn’t let consume him right now. There were enough things to swallow the creature up as time went on, he had a friend for now. Friends were something that he could have and cling to at will.
"All the good looking guys were taken." Hell, it wasn’t like he was too shy to ask, either. The young man simply hadn’t found someone he could track down as liking boys that he found himself attracted to enough to bring with him here. It was like the creature hardly knew anyone, either… that was sad. He ought to put ‘make more friends’ on his to-do list. "I could ask you the same question, but I’d rather do it where I don’t have to shout." Makism tugs gently on the girl’s hands, a question of whether or not she’d come outside with him. For a man used to a good party it was odd to not want to hang about.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 24, 2012 23:31:10 GMT -5
OH GRAVITY!
why can't we seem to keep it together Kennedy took a deep breath, allowing to take in the whole moment as the world seemed to spin around her. The beat was calming, filling her body with energy, though the melody and music itself was loud and grating. She didn't really mind the level of dancing that her and Makism were partaking in. Honestly, she had just met the guy and she wasn't anything like her sister. She wouldn't dance like the girls were all around her, even if she did know him. It was degrading and who would want a guys junk all over their backside? Most of the guys looked bored like they weren't enjoying it anyways.
She heard his response, letting it roll in her mind. Did he mean guys as in people in general or actually guys? Though she wouldn't mind if he were gay, it would be good to know for future cases. There were some guys that claimed to be gay, some that were bi, and others that were really gay. Kenny wouldn't mind having a gay friend. It would be a nice change. Especially because she didn't really have a whole lot of friends in the actual sense. Sure, people she hung out with, but nobody she told all her secrets to and slept over at their house and stuff like that.
She caught him saying that he would like to go some place else, where they didn't have to shout, tugging on her hands slightly as a polite gesture of question. She gave a smile, following his motion and started walking out of the moving bodies, away from the music. As soon as they were far enough away that she could actually speak at a normal level, she glanced towards him. Kennedy suddenly felt self-conscious, something that normally didn't happen. She wished she would have kept her shawl over her shoulder, which felt oddly exposed. She should have worn some necklaces or something. Kennedy shifted in her shoes a bit as she walked. Finally, she worked up the courage.
"So um... Earlier. I mean no offense, but did you say you were here by yourself because all the good looking guys were taken?" she asked, her voice somewhat timid. That wasn't really just a question you asked somebody, but it was killing her just musing over it and over-analyzing everything. It would take a lot of pressure off of her if he was gay, but if he was openly gay, she could imagine how her sister would scold her for "flirting" with somebody who would never requite her emotions, even if she were just talking. She watched Mak evenly, hoping he wouldn't be offended by her somewhat blunt asking.
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Post by hound on Nov 26, 2012 23:51:44 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY, THIS LIFE IS A PARTY" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] He might be gay but he knows how to treat a young woman. Makism personally prides himself on not being a jackass unless someone else starts it. One way to start it? Well, honestly the grinding when he’s not into it. Sure, you put him into a house party, toss him around with some E and some glitter, add some techno… he’s fine. He can’t help but adore it… but not here. To be grinding at a school dance is something he can’t help but find rather lame.
The young man watches Kennedy out of the corner of his eye. It’s gentle, a light grin playing on his face. He leads the way to the out of doors, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. He still finds himself uncomfortably warm, starting to melt under the weight of his jacket. The fact that Kennedy is standing beside him, appearing to freeze to death brings the man to slip it from his shoulders, offering it quietly. Makism is on the smaller side for a young man, but he’s got a good sized shoulder. That, and he smells good. He prides himself on smelling good.
It was interesting being able to look up and see the stars. At home he was close enough to Boston to have the lights blotting all of them out… it was enough to make him sad. Here, he can see them everywhere. That’s enough to bring a smile to his face, a light to his eyes. He fire leader straightens himself up, playing with his tie absently. No, he’s not awkward, just thinking. The young man does think it feels good to simply… think. Breathe out, breathe in, here was the world around him. He appeared to have made a new friend, and that was enough to make the night worth it.
The young woman asks about the fact that he’s slipped into casual conversation that he likes boys. The young man smiles softly, pulling a cigarette from the pack hidden away in his pocket. "You er, you don’t mind, do you?" The young man questions and assumes a no answer before lighting it in a flourish with his fingertip after realizing his lighter is dead. Fucking disposables. That too is stuffed back into his pocket with a sigh. A grin dances on Makism’s face, eyes gentle on Kennedy’s face. "Er, yeah. I like boys." That smirking grin is soft, a hand raking through his hair. His tone is odd, gentle and dancing. Yes, he does like boys.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 27, 2012 0:35:40 GMT -5
OH GRAVITY!
why can't we seem to keep it together Kennedy wasn't really somebody to judge, even for a Thunder. She would make impression quickly, but they typically changed as she got to know the person more. However, if they really screwed up, then she wouldn't consider rewriting her opinion on them. It would stay there, inked in pen, stored in the back of her mind. That was the type of person she was. The meticulous, the cruel, the sometimes heartless. Not that she wanted to be, that was just how she was perceived. The judge being judged.
Makism, for instance, seemed to be an absolutely amazing guy. He had a good fashion sense for being dressed up. She liked his hair, it was very swoosh-y. He had a good spark and he seemed like a good kid overall. Mak was the type of guy that she wouldn't mind hanging around with if the weather was bad and they needed to stay inside. At least, this was the impression she was getting from him right now. He wasn't like the other guys she'd recently been around, who were crazy and unpredictable. While Mak may be crazy and unpredictable, he was at least acting like a gentleman now.
As they stepped outside into the crisp air, he looked up, seemingly fascinated by the stars. Growing up in the Hollow herself, she never really knew what it was like to not be able to see the stars. Kennedy had never really traveled outside of the cities reaches. She wondered what it was like out there, where you couldn't see the stars... Where you had to hide your powers because you were different, unnatural. That was just an alien idea to her. What would it be like to not explode lights when you were flustered, to charge the air when she was angry... It just seemed like a piece of her would be missing.
She hadn't realized that she was starting to get a chill until she saw Makism shrug off his jacket and hold it out to her. She took it graciously, slipping into it easily. Despite the fact they were similarly built, it still hung over her much like a second dress. Kenny was glad for the cover and she gave a nod of thanks towards the Fire, enjoying the comfort and warmth the jacket gave her. There was something about boy's jackets that always smelled nice and Mak was no exception. She was thankful for this, seeing as there was possibility it would have smelled after the cramped dance floor.
As Makism affirmed that he did like girls, asking if she minded, she almost laughed. Instead, she gave a shake of her head and a smile. "Hey, who am I to judge? If it makes you happy, then go for it," she said, her tone laughing. She never really thought somebody would ever ask if she was okay with their sexuality. "Girl's are so much drama anyways. That's why I'm straight," she joked fluidly, a spark in her eyes that hadn't been there for a while. It'd been a bit since she'd last had some sort of friendly conversation with somebody and she was enjoying this.
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Post by hound on Nov 28, 2012 22:03:25 GMT -5
"TELL MUMMY I'M SORRY, THIS LIFE IS A PARTY" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] The young man shifts his weight, entirely at peace but always moving. He can’t help it, the shaking and shifting. There are some habits that can’t be broken, and the constant movement is one of them. He guesses it’s something that will make the average bear seasick, but then again, he can’t be bothered with your average bear. Nope, he’s what some might call an elitist. He wants the most beautiful, bright, entertaining people around him at all times. Sometimes you have to look outside the common alpha beta delta gamma popular structure for it, but it’s worth it. Makism always finds a way to make sure the reward outweighs the risk at least ten fold. He’s damn good at what he does.
The young man is what they call the gentlemanly type, at least by the way he smells and the way he carries himself. There’s nothing a bit of something preppy won’t fix, after all. The young leader finds himself surveying the girl and their surroundings with great comfort. Her quip makes him smile softly, something that might be on the difficult side. He’s not what they call easily amused unless he’s otherwise impaired, after all. No buzz tonight… wouldn’t risk that shit around school anyway. Wouldn’t want to rise to the top and fall to the bottom in the same week, now would he?
"Girls are an awful lot of trouble—you learn that much from having a sister." Though he made fun of her in context, Makism missed Jake more than most of the things back home. His sister and youngest brother were he only reasons he was heading back home during the break at all… well, them and his dog.
"Would you mind if I asked what element you were, miss Kennedy?" The question plays softly on his lips, along with a smile. He likes to smile, it feels good on his face. The night air is enough to cool his sweaty face, to calm down his pounding heart. He knows he has to keep the alliance intact, but it might not be a bad idea to try and make friends on the other side… a double agent. Very 007, Mr. Bond.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 29, 2012 0:29:44 GMT -5
OH GRAVITY!
why can't we seem to keep it together Kennedy watched as Makism shifted back an forth. Restless. Much like she could be. She gave a smile, rubbing her arms through the folds of the jacket. It made her glad to have somebody to be with. She couldn't have imagined how the rest of the night would have been if she hadn't seen Maks come in and start dancing. She probably would have sat the table alone until her sister spotted her and offered to have her date take the littler sister home. Then she would have lied, with a smile on her face, about having a lot of fun but getting food poisoning from dinner and coming home. It would have eliminated her chances of going as a junior or senior, when she would actually be able to go to the dances. Now, she might consider coming again.
She gave a light laugh as Maks mentioned sisters, saying that you learned of girl's trouble from them. "Trust me, I know what you mean," she replied, thinking of her older sister briefly before she shook her head, watching the boy across from her carefully. It would really suck if he was actually just some water or earth. This was becoming somewhat of a friendship and Kenny knew she needed a few more of those. All of her relationships lately just seemed to be awkward or enemies. Which really put a damper on things, seeing as she had a lot of cool stuff she could do with her friends if she got a lot of them.
She was about ready to ask him what his side on the alliances was when he asked her. She considered answering him straightforward, but what fun was that? Instead, she gave a smile, arching a brow at him. "Try guessing. You've got a one in six chance of getting it right," she challenged him, a smirk coming onto her face. "'Cause there's always the chance that I'm completely human," Kennedy joked, rolling her eyes. She was playing classic Thunder right now, so she would assume he would guess that off the bat. Then it was a matter of measuring his reaction to figure out where he was from. Kennedy was pretty good at guessing games.
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Post by hound on Nov 29, 2012 23:22:03 GMT -5
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[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] The young man shifted his weight once more, pacing in the cold winter air. The young man watches softly as the stars twinkle in the sky, blowing a lazy bout of smoke. The simple smell of smoke is enough to comfort the man, enough to cling and make him feel… well, maybe a bit at peace with himself. Kennedy is doing the trick as well, putting his wandering mind at ease. It sets him up to be… to be alright for the evening.
"I’m guessing you have one of your own?" His question comes with a gentle grin. He knows. Hell, Jake was the source of all things that had ended… interestingly? Well, there was never a dull moment, that was for sure. His younger sister was bright and actually a nice kid, so there was no issues there. She wasn’t one of them, she wasn’t an elemental, which made things a lot easier on his part. He couldn’t help thinking that she might be a water or earth student if she had been… it came with the personality. It was the young man’s thinking that the personality made the element, not the other way around. Sure, they fought like cats and dogs sometimes, but the last thing he wanted to do was hate his favorite (and only) sister on principal.
The young man can’t help but grin softly at Kennedy. There’s something gentle about him tonight, something shining in his eyes, a spark of light. Not the bad guy, never the villain… until you piss him off. Welcome to Makism’s life. Welcome to the fact that he’s perfectly grand about the situation at hand, willing to take a new friend at face value in the heat of the moment. Always in the moment.
"Well, judging by the fact you’re fucking with me, I’m thinkin’ we can be friends after all." Makism rakes a hand through his hair, shifting his weight to watch the lady carefully. The spark in her eyes reads thunder loud and clear, and the Russian man’s posture is a sort of… well… ‘I fuckin’ know.’ His chuckle is gentle. How the young man simply loves to laugh.
"I have to say, I’m starving. Wanna say fuck it and go somewhere?" Makism stuffs a hand in his pocket, taking a last drag of his cigarette before grinding it out under the heel of his shoe. It’s nice to have someone to actually hang out with.
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Post by KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT on Nov 30, 2012 12:16:07 GMT -5
OH GRAVITY!
why can't we seem to keep it together Kennedy smirked, thinking of all the times her sister had left her hanging, leaving her on the outskirts. Girls were mean. It probably explained why a lot of her "closer" friends were guys. Though they usually were not aware of this, seeing as she didn't really hang out with people a lot. Though, this last month and the upcoming year, she could see herself starting to hang out with a lot more people. Only time would tell, however, if she would get to the point where she actually had something interesting to do over the weekends other than sit in her room and read her books.
Unlike Makism, Kennedy never really had to worry about turning out an opposite element of her sister. As it was, when you had a snarky fire running around as you grow up, you typically learned to be more like them or take your take in coming up with ways of getting them back. However, she could understand the fear he was feeling, though she didn't know he was. She had lost one of her best friends growing up because of the Elements and, as such, it sort of ruined her ability to make more friends as she came along through her life.
He responded to her challenge with a blatant statement, making her smile. So she was right. He gave a laugh, seemingly enjoying himself. Kennedy tried to recall if she had seen the boy around before. He was obviously within her grade range, so it would be sort of bizarre to not have seen somebody as extravagant as him moving through the social ranks. Maybe he had just moved here, or something along those lines. While Kennedy couldn't be sure, she was glad to have found somebody to occupy her time with tonight.
He extended the invitation to come and go somewhere else, he was hungry. Kennedy pondered over the idea for a moment before giving a nod. "I'll have to run inside and get some of my things," she explained. Was she really about to go off somewhere with a boy she hardly knew? Yes. Not because she was being some sort of daredevil, but Maks seemed like a trustworthy guy. Plus, if he wasn't lying, he was gay. Which meant that she wouldn't have to worry too much about him trying to put the moves on her. "I'll be right back," she called back towards him, holding up a hand before twirling around and heading back inside to get her bag and shawl and whatnot.
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Post by hound on Dec 2, 2012 20:16:24 GMT -5
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[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] Makism could never tell you why he’d been quiet before. He’d been watching, maybe. It was interesting to watch as the others courted. Friendships were made and broken so easily and that was enough to break his heart a bit. Romantic relationships in high school were even more sticky. All the Russian man wanted was to bond with people… he wanted friends. He wanted a floor to crash out on when he didn’t have somewhere to go.
Maybe that was a lie. Power had come to the young man, had fallen into his lap. Haha, no. He wished it had fallen into his lap, but maybe it was more sweet because he’d worked and fought tooth and nail for it. Gaining approval from the other kids in the element was one thing. It was entirely another to get the administration on your side. He was proud of himself, that was for sure. Hell, when was Makism not? He felt like there was a lot to be proud of… maybe it was too much. Maybe he was too much. Yes, the Russian man was far too much.
As Kennedy went to retriever her things, the young man lit another cigarette. The excitement was enough to put a slight shaking in his hands, and that would need to be fixed right quick if he was going to be effective at all about this. Yes. Friendship. What a good deal. "I’ll go get the car." The young man nodded to Kennedy, taking off at a jog. It’s light, if a bit clumsy. He’s never been much of a runner aside from exercising his dog. Hell, he’s never been graceful period.
The young man finds his car without much difficulty. The gremlin of a Land Rover sits and stares off with vacant headlights, looking rather odd when not in motion. A nearly indestructible steel box on wheels and awful on gas, at least Makism found the toad attractive. That was the name he’d given to the thing—Toad. It wasn’t without affection, of course, but one could see where it got its name. The Russian man unlocks the door with a great deal of clattering and some difficulty, but finally manages to get in and slide into the driver’s seat. It’s a few dry fires before he’s able to kick the creature to life, but finally it hums eagerly. Damn thing is too stubborn to die.
The nice thing about the exterior being original and the interior being restored happens to be the sound system. Makism had allowed the sacrifice of ‘just rolled out of 1968’ to have an appropriate speaker system inserted and more comfortable seats. At least the young man was fairly average height, else the non-adjusting seats may have been a problem. The ride in the old diesel was surprisingly smooth, even with all the rattling and coughing it gave. Makism turned up the volume of the Dropkick Murphys album to drown out the unsavory sounds. Don’t have to worry about what you can’t hear.
The young man pulls around to the front of the building, turning the heat on so it’ll kick on eventually. It has a tendency to take its sweet time. The young man is able to wait with the utmost patience, sitting and tinkering with his GPS. The damn thing came in handy time to time, after all. He’s rocking out as well, managing to look silly to whoever’s watching. He’s singing along, headbanging away—sing like no one’s listening, after all.
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