Misery loves company (Odion)

[Larkein Blackhawk]

It was a dreary day. The sun hid it's face behind the lingering gray clouds and the snow didn't sparkle with white purity. The snow was pushed up against the concrete, filled with black, disgusting stuff from the bottom of people's cars. Lark shook his head as he stepped off the bus.

He was already in a bad mood. Then the weather had to go and make the day even worse. As he was stepping off the bus, the clouds let out a thunderous roar and rain drizzled down. Great, and he was at least having a hair day. He put the hood of his sweater up and ran out of the rain into the protection of the mall.

It wasn't as big as the one back home, but it had more unique shops. He spent an hour window shopping, nothing really catching his eye. Lark's stomach growled quietly. Most of the food chains that were in the food part of the mall were fast food and Lark avoided fast food if he could. Someone bumped into him from behind, sending him tumbling. "What the hell?! Watch where your going asshole!" Lark snarled, whirling on the guy.

[Odion Martins]

Having just been at the mall, Odion wasn’t sure why he’d returned to soon. There wasn’t anything that he wanted in particular from here. Especially after he and Jared and robbed the place dry. He supposed this visit was out of sheer boredom, and he was trying to wrap his mind around the plans he and Lani were still in the process of making. So much had to be done yet for that heist... He sighed. Planning was Lani’s forte, not his, and he really shouldn’t start now unless he wanted to make a mess of Lani’s hard work.

At least there was good coffee here. Odi came here all the time to people watch, and it was nice to just leave Hammel once in a while. The weather was churning outside and Odion decided he had time for another coffee. He had time for pretty well anything he so desired. Rolling up the cuffs of his black button up shirt, he knew he would be here for a while while what looked like a potential blizzard outside wore down.

Odion could sit for hours, keeping his posture utterly perfect, but even had to get up and mosey around once in a while. And so, frappe in hand, he did just that. He would never dream of eating here unless he was dying of starvation and even then...He walked into someone. How had that happened? Time had skipped ahead of him, and now he had someone snapping on him and his coffee was all over the ground.

“Sorry, I hardly noticed you,” he said, obviously not sorry at all as his British accent seeped into the atmosphere. “You owe me a frappe, grande.”

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark looked at the boy. What the hell? Was that a British accent? Trying not to laugh, he shook his head and took in the spilled coffee. "The hell I do. You bumped into me. It's your own damn fault you spilled the coffee," Lark said, finalizing their conversation. He moved on to get into a line for Burger King.

His bad mood usually warranted for bad food... At least bad food for him. He never ate at fast food chains, worrying about the fats and unhealthiness. He had gained three pounds of fat last summer for eating out with his friends when he knew he wasn't supposed too. If he wanted to keep looking like he did, he had to stop eating out so much and start eating healthier.

Lark finally got to the clerk and ordered a Whooper Jr. It only took them a couple of minutes to get his order and for him to sit down at one of the uncomfortable to eat.

[Odion Martins]

An amused smirk tugged up at Odion’s pale features. The brunet lined up for Burger King and Odi wasn’t too far behind him, but the brunet was too full of himself to realize it. There was no way in hell that he was lining up for burgers, but his eyes were on the other boy now. He was going to pay.

Once the little prick’s hands were preoccupied with his food tray, Odion walked up behind him and without anyone noticing, took the brunet’s wallet. A satisfied smile was on his face, but he wouldn’t just leave it there, though the extra cash and possible credit cards would be fun to have, along with, hmm, Larkein Blackhawk’s ID, Odi was about to seriously take this asshole down a notch or two. Just for fun.

Passing by Larkein’s chosen spot, Odion’s hand swept over the table, knocking down the open drink. “Oh pardon me,” he said deadpan, “I’m just so clumsy.”

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark stood, his highly expensive jeans completely ruined. "You son of a bitch!" he growled. The guy knew what he was doing! He picked up his tray of ruined food and threw it into the trash. Seriously? He was already having a bad day and then this bastard comes and ruins it even more.

Lark entered the men's bathroom to slip off his jeans and try to clean and dry them out before they were totally ruined. As he was slipping the jeans down around his waist, he realized that there was a missing weight from his back pocket. His wallet! Where had his wallet go?! Did it drop onto the floor? No, he didn't hear a sound.

He burst from the bathroom, his pants still wet and getting ruined minute by minute. Where did that bastard go?

[Odion Martins]

Odion laughed outright, a hand raised to his lips in a sad attempt to stop, not that he wanted to. “That’s a new one,” he said rather proudly. He’d been called an asshole many times, a fucking asshole once, a bastard here and there, but a son of a bitch? It was like winning a prize.

The redhead watched the other boy leave and he glanced at the uneaten food. Oh well let me just do this wonderful human being a favour... Odi thought to himself as he grabbed the tray of uneaten food, as if he hadn’t done enough already. In one swift movement, the tray’s contents were emptied into the trash, the tray left on top of the garbage can because he’s such a good citizen.

Odion had walked away, thinking he would never see that jackass again. A little smile was on his face as he went back to the Starbucks, but he wouldn’t wait in line. He didn’t have to. No, it was as easy as stopping time and taking the order waiting just for someone else. He took a sip of the chocolaty drink and carried on, time resuming as normal.

What a good day.

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark spotted him. He had to reign in his anger before his ability took completely over and he ran the boy over in his tiger form. However, he did shape his eyes and ears slightly into a tiger to get a better sense of where he was. The bastard had bought another drink! With his money!

With deep, calming breaths, he walked towards the boy with an even stride. No one would guess what the tiger-boy was going to do next. People stared at the tall, brown-haired kid. When Lark got to a good distance, he took off running. About two feet from him, he launched himself into the air, intent on tackling the bastard.

[Odion Martins]

Odion hadn’t bought a single thing, and he hadn’t taken Lark’s wallet out of his pocket. He had simply taken someone else’s drink in the line. Now that, was brilliant.

If Lark was trying to be stealthy, he had another thing coming. Odion hadn’t spent years in a gang to get jumped by a stupid little rich boy with stupid little issues. He managed to grabbed the other boy by the wrists, but the sheer momentum of the jump caused Odion to topple backwards.

On the floor, he let out an annoyed sigh. “Really? I have to get another drink?” They were causing people to stare. Odion didn’t like being in the spotlight. Another moment later, and he was standing again, hovering over Lark. Odion had almost two years on this boy, and the difference between seventeen and nineteen shouldn’t be underestimated, meta powers or not.

Besides that, he wasn’t opposed to fighting dirty.

“If you’re looking for the disgusting mess you call food, you’ll have to go swimming in garbage.”

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark growled as he pushed himself up from the floor. "I'm not looking for the food you fucker. I'm looking for my fucking wallet! Where the hell did you put it?" His anger was pushing dangerously close to the animal rupturing from inside of him. Hammel had express rules about using meta powers around and on humans right? Sometimes, he couldn't help it. A faint growl came from his chest, building with volume the angrier he got.

His ears got pointier. "Tell me, creep, where did you put my wallet?!" Gray-blue eyes roamed his pockets, but he didn't see the bulge of a square. Was it going to come down to fighting? If he hit the boy, it was very possible for the tiger to come loose and fight it's way to the top.

Hell, it was already fighting it's way to the top and if he didn't get his wallet back soon, he knew this would end in disaster. "Just give it back to me, and you'll walk away unharmed," Lark said, trying to calm himself down.

[Odion Martins]

A surprised expression grew on Odi’s face. “Oh, so you’re a klutz too?” He asked, egging the boy on. “Maybe you lost it after you ran off to the bathroom because you wet yourself,” he said, gesturing to the wet spot on the brunet’s pants near his crotch. It was a reasonable explanation, and the fact that he was getting a rise out of this strange looking, pointy eared male only made Odi smile.

“Creep?” He barked out a singular laugh. “I’ll have you know you’re being rather rude, making strangers spill their coffee twice and then calling them names.”

Odion’s dark blue eyes turned sharp. “I seriously doubt you’d cause me any more harm than you cause yourself,” he challenged, standing tall and waiting. If Lark did anything Odion couldn’t handle, he would just freeze time and leave. It was that simple.

[Larkein Blackhawk]

That's all it took. The constant bullying, which Lark believed to be cowardly, caused his anger to spike. Before he knew it, the change was over and there he stood, in his tiger form. He let out a growl, pitching it to a roar. People around him scattered, but he only had one person in mind. Tigers usually tracked their prey, waited til they were alone and unobservant of the feline. But, he knew that he couldn't wait for Odion to be unobservant. He didn't have the element of surprise.

Letting out another roar, he leaped into the air and landed on a table next to the boy's head. His gray-blue eyes glared at him from the puff of fur. People let out a scream and distanced themselves from the boys. Lark growled and swiped a paw, frustratingly at the boy. All he wanted to do was rip his head off. He leaped into the air a second time, this time faster, his claws aiming for the air above his shoulders to knock him down and scare him into giving Lark back his wallet.

[Odion Martins]

A look of sheer surprise crossed Odion’s face. Now that certainly hadn’t been expected. His adrenaline coursed through his veins as the boy turned into something far fiercer than he initially gave him credit for. But Odion still had a smile on his face, knowing he had hit this kid’s ultimate nerve. Now he just had to find out all his dirty secrets.

The mall erupted into shrieks of terror, and Odion found himself running. He was quick on his feet, jumping and flipping over tables. Who knew his parkour would come in handy at a time like this? “Let’s play,” Odion whispered, knowing that this boy’s sensitive hearing would pick up the words, and he was even close enough that when Odi came near, he bopped Lark’s nose in a disgustingly affectionate way.

It was like he was just begging to be killed.

But Odion didn’t think Lark would do it, he didn’t have the nerve. That, and his life would be over too. Odion felt himself being pinned by the large feline, but he wasn’t afraid. He’d forgotten all about the wallet at this point and no matter how much Lark changed himself, his eyes still looked the same. That’s what Odion was staring into right now.

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark wasn't a violent person by nature. In fact, the fist fight when he was younger was the only fist fight he had ever gotten into. He bared his teeth at the red-haired boy. How was he going to convey that he wanted his wallet back? Lark was heavy in his tiger form, in fact, he weighed about five hundred pounds. His paws were trapped Odion to the ground, he had purposely positioned them above his shoulder so he could pin him without risk of injury. Even if he did hurt Odion, it seemed like the boy wasn't much for tattling.

People sat in awe, as the tiger promptly turned around and laid some of his body weight, enough to keep him pinned, on top of Odion. He growled somewhere deep in his chest, and pawed at his jeans. He wanted to scream at the boy, but he figured it was easier to just get comfortable on top of the boy until he gave Lark back his wallet.

People in the mall walked slowly around the boy and tiger, wondering if the tiger was going to gobble him up. Lark had eaten his fair share of wild game, but human wasn't apart of his menu. He put his massive head down on his paws, careful to keep some of the weight off of him.

[Odion Martins]

What Lark lacked in violence Odion would make up for. He knew exactly how to make the worst of someone come out and he was proud of his second ability. Odi already knew that Lark wanted his precious wallet back, but he wasn’t going to get it, even though he was hurting Odion.

The ginger gasped a bit, the unbearable weight crushing him. It was ruining the connection he had with time, and he looked at the white tiger stubbornly. He wasn’t going to win this time, but he wasn’t going to say so. How did this kid expect Odi to give him his wallet back anyways when he was sitting on top of him?

Odion struggled to breathe, turning a light shade of blue. “Get, off me,” he said breathlessly, “and I’ll, give, you, your...” His voice trailed off slightly as he readied himself.

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark knew better than to believe the boy was actually going to give him back his wallet. He did, however, sit up. He put his front paw on the boy's chest, keeping him pinned there. His claws were making wrinkles in the shirt. The tiger nudged at his jeans. His lips were brought up, to show off his canines.

A man from one of the food chains actually held a raw steak in front of him, quietly and quickly, he approached the tiger and boy. "Here tiger. Get off that poor boy," the shop manager said. Lark could see police men behind him, holding tasers in their hands. What? They didn't see him shift? There were plenty of people who say the boy shift into the tiger, plenty of people who could've stepped forward to say he was human. He was a meta, yet none did.

When the tiger, though interested with the raw steak, did not come forward, police got on either side of him. "What do we do?" asked the female. Surely they couldn't be that dense. Oh, but they were. Lark watched as the man's finger tightened on the trigger. With one last growl, Lark moved far away from the boy and tasers. He would get his wallet back later.