Bored and Waiting ((Anyone))

[Zachary LaRousse]

blonde!Zac

It took a good while before Zac could speak once more, finding himself literally out of breath. Face visibly flushed, he promptly leaned on the tree they were talking around on previously for support, hence he’d fall down right there and then. “Aww, no special treatment? I did give you a unique view of the school,” pleaded Zac, smiling cheekily as he tried his hardest to bat his eyelash cutely, though I doubt him panting in between said batting would make him look a tiny bit more adorable.

Hot and sweaty, Zac instinctively took his wet shirt off, briefly using it as his personal towel then fanning himself with the shirt soon after. “Sorry. I just get so hot after using my powers in quick succession. Hope you don’t mind,” he nodded. Though on the inside, he wasn’t really all that apologetic. So what if most people doesn’t think stripping in public is appropriate? He was mighty confident that his body’s God’s greatest gift to mankind and it keeping it hidden is a grave sin. (Somebody thwack the boy, please?). He wringed his shirt out, and while it didn’t make a sudden river like those seen in cartoons, a few drops did drip, evidence on how taxing the feat was to his body. “It also makes me incredibly hungry. Remind me to treat you out for a snack once I find the strength to stand up once again, ok?”

“You’re somewhat there,” grinned the mimic, putting his left arm over his eyes as his breathing became less rapid and more deep than a few minutes ago. “I don’t shapeshift, I guess that’s obvious, but yes, I do change slighty. I get stronger leg muscles, tougher skin, sometimes even sharper nails.” He did once when he tapped into a cat. It was back then when he realized while women are so obsessed when they break their nails – it was rather painful (he did try to claw away concrete, just to see how though they are; it was mostly his fault really). “I don’t really have to call them out, I just have to focus on which animal and all. Though calling them out helps me focus on what animal and what trait I want to mimic.”

“But enough about me,” he added, though it was more out of courtesy than anything really (the boy could never run out of topics about himself after all), “I haven’t had a chance to know anything about you, other than you having a mole and your sister having none.”

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[Olivia Murphy]

Olivia smiled letting him catch his breath. "I t'ink I could be us'n a snack righ's 'bout now. What ye be hav'n in mind?" She kept her eyes adverted from him as courtesy not to say she didn't sneak a peak but for the most part she just put her book in her bag and looked over the pond. "I be t'ink'n tis facinatin ta have a power dat ye can show off. Ain't much ta mine or ma sisters. Mos da time I be t'ink'n dem recruiters got it all rong. But ye can't be argu'n wit da blood tests." Olivia stood back up and wiped some dirt from her pants.

They started walking back towards campus not that she was really minding where if food was involved. "Well what ta be tell'n bout me. Don' really be knon'n what ta say. Ey ain dat interest'n. Wha' ya be wan'n ta know?"

((Sorry for the delay and the short crappy post >< it's been a really rough week for me. Hope there's enough to work with Jam Jam.))

[Zachary LaRousse]

A smug grin suddenly crept up the mimic’s face as Olivia took on his offer of a snack within just moments of suggesting it. “Wow. Eager to have a date with me, are you?” he teased, chuckling loudly as he fanned himself with his rather damp shirt. While he himself was hungry too (he has a feeling his stomach will rumble anytime soon), he was just too wasted to move at the moment. Guess he shouldn’t really abandon training altogether. “Give me a moment to straighten myself out. Once I’m able to feel my legs, we’re good to go.” Olivia has nothing to worry though. The pain’s only temporary anyway; if anything, it’s more bothersome than serious really.

“Showing off’s what I do best.” And it couldn’t be much further than the truth really. Maybe that’s why he was given such a visual/physical power; while he would admit that mental tricks are powerful, they just aren’t flashy enough for his ego. “Well, you can show off too, you know. Make people so keen that they’d couldn’t do anything to erase their most embarrassing moments. That would make a rather wicked prank.” Something he definitely does not want to happen with him. Hopefully he’s gained enough of the redhead’s favor for him to evade such kind of retaliation from either memory manipulator, not that he’s planning to pull a fast one on them anyway. “Messing with anything related to a person’s head just has that negative connotation. Take that away and you’d be displaying your skills as often as you like.” In his opinion anyway.

“Anything really. I’m not too keen on specifics. Anything I can use for future blackmailing purposes is welcome,” said the boy, winking as he did. “Like the time you cried so hard about a movie? Or maybe that one when you tripped over your dress and knocked the punch bowl towards you?”

ooc:
It's ALL GOOD Rose. Mine's late too, and I rambled a whole lot, so I'm not one to flare on someone. And even if it wasn't, I won't go bitch!rage anyway. -huuuugs-. Haha. And I know all about crappy weeks. -barelysurvivedonetoo- X3.
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[Olivia Murphy]

Olivia blushed a bare shade. "Nah jus don be see'n da poi' in 'urnin' down na free lunch 's all, Ey be lik'n good foo's" A heavier breeze had picked up as well and she was feeling chillier meaning it was a good time to be headed inside any ways.

She had to admit she liked his way of looking at it. Her gift was still that a gift she just messed with peoples heads and not with visual reality. In some levels her gift was more dangerous, it made her wonder if she could figure out how to pin point single thing, like how to breath? Thought made her shiver... ok maybe not. "Ey be tink'n I'll keep work'n a'd e' 'n see 'ere dis gift tis gonna be taken me. Practice makes perfec' righ'?"

Olivia watched the ground as she tried to think. "well ain be ta a school danc. so can' be say'n I eve had punch poured on meh. ummm" Her head was starting to feel very full as a movie of memories started playing in her mind. Several bleeding in to others being both sharp and dull at the same time. Shaking my head softly I went a less emotional route. "Well Ey be allergic ta bee's bot me sister 'n me are. 'N I hate sleep'n w'en dere's ligh in me room"

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac didn’t bother holding his laugh back when he saw Olivia’s slight blush. “Excuses, excuses, excuses my dear,” he teased, playfully bumping the memory manipulator’s shoulders with his own, “And you’re expecting me to buy that excuse, aren’t you? Well, I’m sad to say that I’m not buying it. Not one bit.” He even wagged his index finger in front of the redhead in mock accusation to emphasize his point.

Unfortunately for Olivia, leaving was certainly not an option at the moment; not for the mimic, at least. His life’s been so busy these past few days that moments like these – when he can just bask under the sun, not really caring about anything else – have been all but elusive. He’s been buried under so much stuff to do (both in his academics and extracurriculars) that he feels like he might go crazy any moment now.

Nature however, has other plans, as evidenced by the cold breeze blowing all of a sudden, making the (still shirtless) boy shiver and shake. “You sure you’re not a weather manipulator Olivia?” grinned Zac as he stood up, dusted his pants for a bit and stretched for a bit. Finally I can feel my legs again. He promptly pulled his shirt over him again (sure it was dirty and damp, but it’s not like he has a choice right now) and offered his hand to help the redhead stand up. “Though I’m guessing you’re hinting at us going out to town right? Since good food is never synonymous with cafeteria food.”

“Indeed. But, if you don’t mind me asking, how do you train anyway? Like, do you find a willing volunteer and mess with his/her mind or anything?” In Zac’s eyes, kinetic and physical powers are relatively easy to train and hone, considering their effects can be observed visually most of the time. Mental powers, however, are a bit tricky. Not to mention dangerous.

“Bees? Like seriously? Not their honey or something?” Well that’s certainly something new. Not to mention trivial and unique. Though since he knows of someone who’s (allegedly) allergic to cockroaches, that isn’t exactly novel, isn’t it? “I totally can’t sleep with a light on too. Is that a possible way of determining who’s who between you two? Like, shine a light on both them sleeping bodies and whoever wakes up is you?”