Balls, balls and more balls? (Cristobal)

[Zachary LaRousse]

Freedom is sweet.

That’s what Zac had been muttering for almost a week now and it doesn’t seem like he’d be changing such a motto anytime soon. He’d been disconnected from the world for almost two months – unplugged from Facebook, Twitter and even the most mundane social network around as his phone(s) and laptop(s) were taken away from him – that he’s been on it non-stop. Forget about homework – that’s what he has money and cronies and money and pawns and money for. Oh did he mention money thrice?

He’d insist that he didn’t mean to, but he actually did. After living in ‘poverty’ for those two months (read: no credit cards and only a hundred grand to live on – yes, apparently that’s poverty for the boy already), he’d been indulging in splurges here and there non-stop.

But so far, the best thing that’s happened to him is now, he didn’t have to act all good and proper around people anymore. While detention’s still looming on the side, he’s fairly sure he’s not under a 24/7 surveillance any longer, which means he can get away with his guilty little pleasures.

Like ‘accidentally’ pushing a guy towards the pond, for example.

A nice break in between classes, the mimic had this sudden urge to stop by the pond for some R&R he claims. And on the way to his favourite spot (the tiny grove-like islet connected to the pond by a mini-suspension bridge) he saw one of his favourite targets – Cristy Autieri.

“Fuck it Chrissy,” growled the boy as he ‘tripped’ and ‘accidentally pushed’ the boy over the edge of the pond. And yes, the mispronunciation was intentional; says it makes the boy sound even more girly than he actually is. “Do you really make it a point to block people’s paths?”

[Cristobal Autieri]

Cristobal was having a good morning so far, he had to go to phys ed, to play dodge ball. And his friends taught him a great technique into being good at dodge ball. He took his book bag, and put on his hood, and sweats. Exiting his dorm, after all of his room mates left to their class. He rushed out of the room, towards the bright cold morning of Vermont. Taking his average walk BESIDE the pond. It sounded as if foot steps rushed behind him in a patter, but he didn’t mind them. Walking downwards to the side of the pond, Cristobal’s phone rang. He gripped onto it, and tried to answer it, but it wouldn’t pick up. Damn I hate being poor. He thought, but suddenly there was a rush of adrenaline hitting him, right when his face hit the water of the pond.

Cristobal inhaled the water through his nose, automatically causing him to drown it in a bit. He got out of the shallow pond, and coughed up the water that went through his nose, into his mouth. After this, his throat felt rash, and his hair became drenched over his eyes. Almost immediately, Cristobal swept his hair from his eyes, and looked at his phone. It was buzzing, and ringing on and off. His embarrassing theme song revealed it' self, then it said “Shutting on phone,” to “Turning on Phone.” Thanks a lot, Zach, you’ve just ruined my phone. He thought whilst he struggled to get out of the pond.

“Fuck it Chrissy.” He said with an emphasis on the double ‘ss’. Cristobal immediately frowned at Zach, and got up with a struggle. “Do you really make it a point to block people’s paths?” Zach said, being vulgar and vague. Cristobal got up, looking through his bag, great his homework was ruined, due to this shit head Zachary Fucking LaRousse. Cristobal stormed up from his knees, stammering in embarrassment. “You ruined my homework this time Animal Boy!” Cristobal said, tears stifling from his eyes. Cristobal shoved Zachary back a bit, but Zachary was too strong. It only shoved him a bit. A cold was going to be bestowed upon Cristobal, but his powers cleared that up. But sooner or later the side-effect would kick in. But for now, Cristobal rushed off to the Gymnasium.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac had to bite his lip to prevent him from laughing rather loudly. It’s been ages since he’s pranked the poor boy (months are like decades in the eyes of a teenage boy after all) and yet it’s still as fulfilling as ever. The way the boy flailed in midair, splash in the cold pond water and almost choked as he tried to get up. It was priceless and just reminded the pompous teen on why he does what he does ever so frequently. Heaven knows he’d be the happiest kid come Christmas should someone give him a dozen Cristobals to bully that day.

Taking in deep breaths to steady himself as laughing would only incriminate him (he has to seem like a changed student after all), his expression returned to the displeased face he had when he first shoved the boy to the pond, putting his arms on his hips as he looked at Cristobal with a raised eyebrow. “Dude, I’ve ruined your homework dozen times before. And I think I’ll ruin it still in the future. I don’t think today makes any difference.” A huff of indifference here, a grunt and eye roll there. “And don’t blame me if you’re such a klutz and a big obstacle. You were the one who blocked my sun after all.”

But it seems his prey was in no mood to fight with at the moment. Damn. He would’ve loved a little quarrel – says it’ll spice his day up. The shove would’ve been appreciated, but it was just so lifeless that he didn’t even feel it much.

This just means one thing – he’d have to follow the boy and continue making his life hell.

Lucky for him he’d been tormenting the boy for so long now that he knows the boy’s schedule. Dashing to his room to grab a change of clothes (how he missed using his enhanced cheetah speed), Zac made a beeline for the gym and talked to Cristy’s instructor. After much discussion (mostly Zac being his stubborn and annoying self), the gym teacher relented and Zac skipped towards the changing rooms.

“Heya Chrissy, guess who’s dropping by your class today,” he said with an ominous grin, patting the boy’s shoulder as he passed him by, placing his bag on a nearby bench to change. He stretched for a bit, tilted his body here and there, before taking his shirt and pants off to change into more appropriate gym attire. “Liked what you just saw? Sorry, but that’s off limits. I don’t want to contract the ‘lame’ after all.”

Totally mature no?

[Cristobal Autieri]

“Dude, I’ve ruined your homework dozen times before. And I think I’ll ruin it still in the future. I don’t think today makes any difference.” Huffed the ignorant, troubled teen. He focused on Zac, as if Zac was stupid, only to frown, but then laugh in his face.. Asshole. He thought. “And don’t blame me if you’re such a klutz and a big obstacle. You were the one who blocked my sun after all.” He said, being vague.
After Cristobal shoved Zac, he took off to his Gym class.. He was already four minutes late, dumb jerk. His damp clothes made him highly uncomfortable, even to the point where as soon as he got in the boy’s locker room, he threw his clothes off revealing his genital.

It wasn’t anything surprising, like a 50’’ inch schlong. He was a bit over average, but he didn’t mind. He slid his reserved underwear on, and his gym attire. Suddenly an attractive figure zoomed into the locker room. “Heya Chrissy, guess who’s dropping by your class today,” Zac said with an evil grin.

Zac, the completely hot, troubled loner bi-sexual teen, took off his clothes, into gym clothes that he appointed himself with. He had a perfect torso, just like Cristobal, and he had the perfect body.“Liked what you just saw? Sorry, but that’s off limits. I don’t want to contract the ‘lame’ after all.” Zac saying eagerly.

Cristobal started shaking head to stop his attraction from Zac. He couldn’t like Zac, Zac was the Devil’s child. He walked off, after his short Gym shirt revealed his nice tattoos.

It was time for them to play dodge ball, of course Zac would come when they had to play dodge-ball. Just great. The Gym teacher, appointed thirteen balls in the center of the floor, and Zachary was on the opposite side of the Gym, with the rest of the cool kids. The coach blew the whistle, and Cristobal saw what was coming.. He went for the side, but all he could let out was a “SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT!”

[Zachary LaRousse]

Seeing Cristobal naked never really bothered Zac that much. He’s seen a whole lot in his time, slept with more than half of them, so it’s totally nothing new. And besides, it’s not like this is the first time he joined the poor boy’s class just to torture him.

“Ohmygosh dude, can you please hide that thing?” he teased, feigning despair as he pulled his shorts up, “Seriously, people can get blind just by looking at that sorry excuse for a dick of yours.” Blunt and tactless, just two of his supposed weapons of torture. “And if that was your attempt at seducing me, sorry to tell you buster, but you’re out of luck. Totally not buying.”

And how many times have he said that but actually did the opposite?

Right. More times that we’d actually stopped counting.

Putting on a loose tank top and lacing his shoes, he happily left his bag on the bench, gave Cristy’s butt a loud slap before bidding the boy adieu. Heaven knows he’s not finished making life hell for him just yet.

It wasn’t much of a surprise that Zac got into the ‘cool kids’ group. Even without his prompting, and with his sins, seems his popularity never really went away. He says his juniors just know who to suck up to. This is his last year after all, and he’s fairly sure a power struggle will happen once he’s gone (he can dream). He claims they’d want his blessing.

Suckers.

At the sound of the whistle, Zac quickly ran to the center of the pile and took out two kids. Even without his powers (darn power suppression rules during gym class), he’s still a notch above in terms of physical prowess compared to the kids, which meant he easily dodged a number of balls thrown at him. “Yo Faggito!” he shouted at Cristy, aiming a ball at his face him, “Catch?”

This is too easy to be true.

ooc:
This toook waaaay too long. I'm sorry. Also, please feel free to have Cristy dodge/survive said ball assault, even have him take Zac out for the lulz. Haha. .
- Jam

[Cristobal Autieri]

After being smacked in the butt, and after shouting profanity, Cristobal looked at Zac, being so agile, and finesse. Cristobal swayed, side to side. Using other people as bait… Which Zac hit . Cristobal got a ball, and chucked it at a Spanish boy. The boy got hit in the arm, and the coach sent him towards the bench.


Suddenly a ball was blasting towards his face, Cristobal tried dodging it, but he didn’t make it in time. His face blasted back, with the imprint of a ball on his face. Cristobal fell back on his head, head dazzling. Suddenly the side-effect kicked in. He started fidgeting, but he couldn’t move his body, as if he was petrified in Harry Potter. Cristobal stared at the ceiling, while he coach rushed over, in knowledge of Cristobal’s side-effects.


“Autieri, we’ll get ya’ to the nurse!” The coach said. Cristobal was trying to say ‘no’, but he couldn’t he was just lying there, whilst the germs and bacteria were rushing in his body. His immune system was at its strongest point while he was paralyzed. Cristobal always thought his immune system were three little ninjas, fighting off everything from the outside, which his immune system did, so his immune system was pro. Cristobal’s nose started leaking with blood, which was another side-effect. Okay, you guys could stop crowding around me now . A telepathic, who was sitting on the bench, heard Cristobal’s thoughts.


He rushed over to the coach, caring for Cristobal. “He wants you guys to stop crowding around him.” The people took this into consideration, and stepped away.

After wiping up Cristobal’s nose, the nurse carried Cristobal’s body towards the bench. “I think he’s going to be up and moving by 9:00”.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Score!

A smug grin crept up on the mimic’s face when he saw the ball hit Cristobal square on the face. Sure it was a relatively easy and a really small feat, but his long abstinence from anything that can be remotely classified as ‘mean’ (from the public’s eye anyway) has taught him to appreciate such small victories.

And the fact that he could easily cover it as an accident makes things just a tad bit better.

But then suddenly the game had to be stopped since apparently the boy’s injury was a little worse than what they’d thought. Was Cristy really that weak for a ball to send him into a coma-like state?

“He’s just faking it. What a drama queen,” said the boy to himself, rolling his eyes as he stood on his place with his arms crossed over his chest, not bothering to join the crowd that formed around the younger boy. “Even got Coach concerned. Just great.”

Zac continued to watch from afar, huffing as he tapped his foot impatiently, occasionally engaging in small chat with the kids he’s with. But as it was, almost all the conversations quickly went downhill – a combination of the shallowness of said topics and Zac’s disinterest.

The nurse coming in was the last straw though. Amazing how long Cristy can keep his act up, he thought, before walking towards the benches to grab the teen and put him in his arms. “9? Class is almost done by then. I’ll just bring him over to the infirmary so he can recover,” he shrugged, trying to look as innocent as he can, “I mean, I was the one who threw the ball that hit him anyway.”

With their instructor’s permission, he then walked out the gym, stopping by the locker rooms to grab his bag (no chance in hell he’d bring Cristobal’s). But instead of turning right to the infirmary, Zac turned left and walked out the courtyard, putting the paralyzed teen down in a secluded part near the pond. “Dude, you can drop the act now, we’re out of class,” muttered the mimic, still not believing the whole thing, “I don’t beat unconscious people to pulp anyway.”

He can’t say the same once Cristobal regains consciousness though.

ooc:
A bit crappy. I apologize./ >.<
- Jam

[Cristobal Autieri]

It appeared that Cristobal was awake, but Cristobal was unconscious. At nine o’ five, he woke up outside, in the secluded part near the pond. “My power did this to me, I heard you in my sleep, and well I fell asleep anyway.” Cristobal said to Zac, before getting up; having a slight strike of fatigue. Cristobal looked up at the bully, and backed away from him. How could Zac be such a jerk? Cristobal just went into an unconscious state, while he was paralyzed. Didn’t Zac’s powers have side-effects too? If not, Zac was one of the few rare meta-humans at Hammel, the world even. “Back off Zac, I’ve got an excused note to go back to my dorm, and sleep.” Cristobal said, right after he sent his hands towards Zac.

The force of his pushing didn’t do much, it just contradicted Zac’s previous stance. Cristobal’s forehead started dripping with sweat, while he struggled to move off towards his dorm. How could he be such a jerk? Was he secretly attracted to me? Cristobal sighed, and looked back at Zac’s face. Cris felt kind of guilty after he just pushed Zac, and walked off. Well, Zac did torture him every morning, maybe he was abused by his father, raped even. Cristobal got back to his dorm, and soaked his destroyed phone in rice.

Thanks a lot Zac.

[Zachary LaRousse]

As much as Zac would like people to believe, he isn’t among the selected few (if they ever existed) that experience little to no ill effects upon continuous use of their powers. The mimic experiences the usual extreme fatigue associated with physical abilities such as his, though he’s just been training himself to the point that it doesn’t show much at all. Should he use his powers for, say, three hours straight or ‘shift’ from animal to animal in quick succession and accomplish superhuman feats at the same time, he’d most likely be bedridden for at least a day, day and a half. Small feats done in short bursts don’t bother him much anymore.

“Another excuse to run away from me Chrissy?” taunted the boy, rolling his eyes as he watched the boy walk away. For some reason, his drive to give the boy hell suddenly evaporated. Maybe later, he thought. “This isn’t over Auteri!”

Oh he’ll think of something big next time. Something Cristobal just can’t ‘sleep’ out of. He says he’ll make sure of it.

ooc:
Wrapped! <3
Sorry this escaped my mind Jacob. >.<
- Jam