Post by gilgamesh on Dec 12, 2012 22:06:54 GMT -5
Winter had never been the Sho's favorite season. Not because of the biting cold or the numbness that set in after awhile of being in the weather. It wasn't even the snow that looked disgusting after cars had driven through it turning the once pristine landscape to dirty slush. It was the fact that he had to bundle up if he wished to be warm and avoid falling ill. That meant layers of clothing. Layers of clothing which restricted his movements and made caused him to be a bit claustrophobic with garments. He wasn't a fan of scarves, turtlenecks, or ties. Even his button up shirts were never fastened all the way up.
So it was that the teenager found himself in such clothing that he hated every winter if he wished to go outside. If a way could be found around it, the boy would have enjoyed it and taken full advantage.
Today had found Sho outside dressed in winter gear from boots to hat including the much hated scarf about his neck as well as half of his face. The material obscuring half his face didn't stop his breath from misting as he exhaled. Watching it now he stared at it watching as it disappeared.
Sho didn't like that he didn't have control over his element yet. Whenever he was upset it was as if he was the eye of a baby hurricane. Meaning that if he walked by someone's desk their papers, pencils, and such would scatter because of the air currents being emitted from Sho. At least he didn't have something like Thunder and cause static cling.
This year was supposed to be all about controlling his powers or at least be able to keep from being a human fan when upset. Sho couldn't help but want to already be at that point. Sighing, the boy watched as the plume of mist evaporated then caught site of an icicle hanging from a branch of a tree. Perhaps he could practice on that? Going closer, he took a deep breath, swiped his arm trying to 'push' the icicle off branch.
Nothing happened. Of course nothing happened. Why should it happen when he actually wanted it to? If nothing else, Sho was persistent so he kept at it even though his patience had began to wane and frustration began to grow. "Just fall already!"
Just as usually happens when losing his calm, the baby hurricane or tornado effect happened. FWUMP went the snow as it dropped from the branch onto the teenager below, the icicle still stubbornly clinging to the bark of the tree.
So it was that the teenager found himself in such clothing that he hated every winter if he wished to go outside. If a way could be found around it, the boy would have enjoyed it and taken full advantage.
Today had found Sho outside dressed in winter gear from boots to hat including the much hated scarf about his neck as well as half of his face. The material obscuring half his face didn't stop his breath from misting as he exhaled. Watching it now he stared at it watching as it disappeared.
Sho didn't like that he didn't have control over his element yet. Whenever he was upset it was as if he was the eye of a baby hurricane. Meaning that if he walked by someone's desk their papers, pencils, and such would scatter because of the air currents being emitted from Sho. At least he didn't have something like Thunder and cause static cling.
This year was supposed to be all about controlling his powers or at least be able to keep from being a human fan when upset. Sho couldn't help but want to already be at that point. Sighing, the boy watched as the plume of mist evaporated then caught site of an icicle hanging from a branch of a tree. Perhaps he could practice on that? Going closer, he took a deep breath, swiped his arm trying to 'push' the icicle off branch.
Nothing happened. Of course nothing happened. Why should it happen when he actually wanted it to? If nothing else, Sho was persistent so he kept at it even though his patience had began to wane and frustration began to grow. "Just fall already!"
Just as usually happens when losing his calm, the baby hurricane or tornado effect happened. FWUMP went the snow as it dropped from the branch onto the teenager below, the icicle still stubbornly clinging to the bark of the tree.