The downside of anger (apple)

[Vrases Claudt]

Vrases stood there in the coming darkness in the gym, alone. It was nearly night time, and he needed to clear his head. Right now, he didnt want to be anywhere near people that he might take it out on. He felt rage building up inside of him, and he...just had to let it out somehow. Slowly, he put his fists up and began to punch the punching bag with building intensity as the heavy metal of cannibal corpse blared through his headphones.

Mom had been hospitalized. And she didnt want him to leave school to come see her. She had apparently had some sort of reaction to an allergen while she walked home from work and had begun to convulse. The hospital had called him when she was stable to tell him what happened, and now he was told not to come see her? she was his mother; he couldnt leave her! and the nightmares had only gotten worse since the call; the shadows began to come closer and closer, creeping and coming to try and tear into him. He had had nearly two hours of sleep in the last two days, and even by his standards that was very little. Not being able to go and see the woman who had raised him, the torment from the nightmares, even the stress of being a student had begun to get him...Now, not even the usual daily workouts could contain his rage. 

Standing there lost in thought, he cold feel the anger, deep in his chest, well up with increasing ferocity until he began to simply clench his teeth until he could feel his jaw hurt from the exertion... And he finally snapped. Feeling his heart rate spike, he threw a hard left hook against the bag....and channeled an animal. The top of the punching bag came loose, and it went hurtling back a few feet. Standing there in his tank top, his tattoos shown off at his shoulders and glistening slightly from the sweat from punching the bag so heavily. he breathed heavily and could feel the heat rise to his face...and he crouched down and held his head in his hand for a moment...and held back, quietly, his tears. It was dark, he was the only one at the gym that he knew of, but he....never showed this kind of emotional response. It was too unlike the large jock to show this side of him... but he couldn't help it. Standing up straight after a moment, he walked over to the front door and got a chair, pulliing out the music as it blared loudly, he went to fix the punching bag that he had knocked out of its area when he saw someone sitting in the gym as well; who was that? he squinted, wondering who the hell that was? was it mathis? Cam? they usually were here at night, it might be them....

[Philomena Snow]

Philomena knew with some days when she just was not going to sleep - today was one of those days. She liked exploring different places on these days before she reluctantly forced herself to go to bed and at least attempt sleep. Seeing as she didn't really exercise other than a minimal amount occasionally when she wanted to be a little more on top of her game, the gym was not somewhere she went regularly. When she was in a particularly bad mood, or really needed to focus, spending half an hour in front of a punching bag was useful, but not something she would put into routine. However, the equipment probably cast interesting shadows. She wanted to see. Thermos flask in hand, she arrived at the front door.

Ooh... ooh. Hello, stressy teenage boy.

Mina placed her flask outside the door and slipped into the room, moving as silently as possible, and then coating herself in a shadow to watch the seemingly angry boy from. Whatever it was that was upsetting him was clearly having a strong effect on him. She watched in amusement at his actions. And then he threw that killer blow.

She did not expect that. The shock of the power that seemed to come from him jolted Mina out of her shadow and made her sit a little more upright, cross-legged on the floor. She tilted her head and let herself be visible, twisting and stretching some of the equipment's shadows with her hands absent-mindedly as he seemed to fight with himself. This was funny, it almost made her smile, which was rare. When was the last time she was in such a good mood? Thank you, angry boxer.

The unnamed boy went to go fix his blunder and Mina continued to sit there, in the comfortable darkness, the only parts of her clearly visible in such a light being her arms, face and the purple and blue highlights in her dark hair. He seemed to finally notice her and she tilted her head at him curiously, like a cat. She didn't say anything though. Speaking was too much of an effort, and besides, she didn't want to ruin what she was certain was such a rave for him and his wild hormones.

[Vrases Claudt]

Vrases stood there for a moment, his skin and tattoos glistening slightly in the soon to be darkness, sniffing the air and turned his head nearly immediately to where the girl sat, staring at him like a shade. He was a beast fueled by hormones and rage, not the best combination for the jock...and now a female was involved? sigh...things just always seemed to come together to mess with him it seemed. Smiling rather ferally at the woman, he took the chair and easily picked the bag up, taking the metal parts that attached the bag to the ceiling and simply shoved the metallic tongs through the top of the ceiling back to where they originally were. Easy for someone of his powers, but somewhat difficult for the standard person who didn't have some sort of telekinesis. Taking the chair, he took it and threw it back into its spot, watching as it landed right back where it should be. Turning to the woman, he still seemed like a creature hell bent on destroying things; but now....now this got interesting. Walking over to the girl, he sat right in front of her, staring into her gaze for a moment intensely...then smiled rather evilly. Turning off the blaring metal that was playing, he cocked his head for a moment than asked her in his deep voice " so how long were you there?" staring at her for a moment, he continued "im glad you seem happy to see me destroy things at least." he said, eyes narrowing slightly. She intrigued him; she hadn't said a word, but somehow had this......allure about her that he found intriguing. feeling something drip from his hands, he looked down at it and saw that his hand was bleeding from an opening on his knuckle. Being strong had its disadvantageous it seemed.....Shrugging it off, he looked back at the girl and grinned somewhat wickedly and asked her "its more fun to actually punch it than watching someone do it. You want in?" he stated, smirking slightly. He could still feel the adrenaline rush, the hormones rush through him as he used his powers and sat there, his head tilted slightly, staring at this intriguing yet silent woman.

[Philomena Snow]

...of course Mina was staring. She had her reasons. One being that he was damn good looking, if she let her pride go enough to think that. She would never say those words out loud, though. She would probably cover them with an unused word that she understood the meaning of, but nearly no-one else did, if she did decide to compliment this stranger out loud. The probability of that occuring? Near zero. Didn't mean she wouldn't show interest though. She did seem to be kind of lygerastic, even if that wasn't totally true. She could easily be aroused in the light, but the darkness was much more comfortable.

She raised her eyebrows at that look on his face, that smile. That meant trouble. But trouble was alluring. The erbokinetic was impressed by his strength, although she wasn't sure if it was to do with him or his ability. That didn't mean she couldn't be impressed all the same, like how people were when she created shadows. Delicately, she crossed her arms, tracking this man who seemed to have a ximelolagnia. She did nothing as he approached, hardly moved as he came close and sat. His eyes were in her's and she practically mirrored what he was doing, staring back with less aggression and more... curious solidity.

Hmm... decisions, decisions, to reply or not to say a word. That voice of his was pretty cutting, very deep. She twisted her head the other way and a light smile played on her lips. Her own voice was quite low for that of a woman, but not in a masculine way, as it held a softness which she could throw away in the blink of an eye. She smirked, but remained quiet - this guy was acting as if he was eyeing up his prey, whereas she saw it the other way around. She was the one who had seen him vulnerable, and she could easily toy with him right now. Play with her food.

She slowly shrugged her shoulders at the comment about destruction. Delicacy was boring; to see the strong emotions escape from someone was much more... encapsulating. Her eyes followed his down to his bleeding hand. And he didn't seem to mind about it. Maybe this toughness that seemed to emanate from him wasn't just some tough guy act. Interesting. At the question, she leaned a little closer and studied his face with her piercing blue eyes, before returning them back to his and staring deep into them. And then she finally spoke, in a tone that held a slight hint of seduction,

"Maybe."

She smirked quickly and put her back against the wall behind her, before melting herself into the shadows again in the blink of an eye. She moved carefully through the shadows - as long as they were connected, it was possible for her to move through them. Once she was close enough to the punching bag, she revealed herself again and approached it, turning back to him and looking over with her arms crossed. She was going to have a lot of fun here.

[Vrases Claudt]

Oh he liked her; he liked her a lot now. She was brave. Vrases thought any girl that stared him in the face and returned his fierce gaze with her own....That was hot. Not to mention the fact that she was aesthetically pleasing....but that was second to how she acted to him. watching as she quietly got closer, he smirked as he saw her return his predatory gaze at him, seemingly to size him up. But their wasn't the naked aggression that the people like him had; this was more.....solid curiosity. This wasn't someone sizing somebody up, this was more like a person who would tear someone apart and laugh while they did it, either emotionally or physically.....Now he could feel his primal side get excited.

As she gazed back into his eyes, he returned that gaze with aggression again, wearing that same maliciously gleeful smile as he returned her appraising glare. Finally she spoke that single word....

maybe.

Damn, she had a sexy voice. That was the first thing that he knew when she spoke. He wanted to hear her more now; he  wouldn't be sated with just one word. Much like an animal, he had only had a taste; now he wanted more, and greed was the law of the wild. Licking his lip slightly as she disappeared into the shadows, he wasn't too surprised; she was a shadow wielder. He suspected that already; she was able to silently get behind him, something that he knew not many people could do....very less try. He could feel his want rise, but he shut it down with a quick bite onto his lips; he could taste the iron in his blood as he made sure to calm himself ever so slightly, trying to reign in his primal wants and just calm down, even if it was right below simply letting himself run wild. 

Watching as she appeared in front of the bag, he felt enticed by this being. She knew he was vulnerable now; she didn't know what about, but she knew. She had seen him break the bag off the ceiling, but past that she didn't know...But she still had that to use. That didn't really bother the man too much though; the sheer fact that she did just made his heart race more at the exhilaration. Standing up slowly, he walked over to the girl, eyeing her up slightly as he made his way to her, smirking wickedly as he did so. Standing proudly as usual, he stood in front of her and, literally not figuratively, looked down at her. She was intimidating. that much was true; if he had been shorter and less built than he would've surely felt fear. But he didn't feel fear much now...all he felt was intrigue. Walking past the girl, brushing against her slightly, he walked behind the Large punching bag and grabbed two pairs of MMA gloves he had brought along just in case. Walking back to the woman, he could feel her cold hard gaze on him as he walked back, just making him smile maliciously in response. Taking a glance at her then to the gloves, he tilted his head slightly and spoke to the girl "do you need them? or no?" he said, grinning and biting his bottom lip slightly. She had definitely gotten his attention, and he didn't care what she had looked like right now; she was daring and dangerous....and he liked that. Watching her for a moment, he crossed his muscular arms as he watched her, still smirking slightly as the metal still played from his headphones from his earlier bouts of pure rage. 

[Philomena Snow]

Mina wasn't an aggressive person, she was a manipulative one. You didn't have to use brute force to prove a point. She knew that. And using psychological means, such as standing her ground in the primal way that she was, not breaking eye contact and not showing weakness, was proving that she was strong much better than if she punched him in the face, which would probably end badly anyway, and she saw no point in doing. Who would want to ruin that jaw with bruises, anyway?

Maybe not physical bruises, painful ones. There were other ways of giving a person a bruise that wasn't so... violent. Something more enjoyable on both parts.

There was a line that this man was going to have to be careful not to cross too quickly, if he wanted anything more than a short and bitter conversation with Mina. She was most definitely tempted, intrigued and attracted to this unknown person she was in the company of, but that didn't mean she was about to pounce on him. If he wanted anything, he would have to work for it. She could see the yearn he held in his manner of acting, and she was enjoying seeing it.

Philomena was very good at collecting information, or at least, discovering it. And then using it as blackmail, or at least to play with them for her own entertainment. She wasn't sure what she planned to do with Vrases in the future, he seemed to have... multiple purposes. She kept her lined eyes on him carefully as he drew near again, not looking away, even as he stood in front of her, both taller and broader than she, meaning she had to look up at him. She felt a slight natural intimidation from the fact that he was larger than her, and by a noticeable amount, but she didn't show it. She didn't even feel scared. What was there to be frightened of?

She closed her eyes a moment as he walked past, feeling their arms touch and wanting to react positively at the same time as wanting to shove him sideways. She kind of went for an inbetween option of indifference, outwardly. He returned with the gloves and she considered them, before taking off the ring on the third finger of her right hand and placing it in her mouth. It wasn't a clear communication, but she wasn't going to use the gloves. She could hit just as hard with her bare hands. She put the ring between her teeth for a moment before resting it back in her mouth, out of sight.

She hadn't been planning on doing any exercise, but apparently, things change. She balled her fists and gave the punchbag a decent hit, a right jab, a short noise of effort raising from her throat. She was no body builder, that much was clear from her physique, but she was in decent shape, and she was fairly strong. She could taste the metal of her ring as she threw punches in rhythm, looking at what she was doing the first few times, but looking at the man after that. Oddly enough, her throws became a little harder, and the sounds she was making a little more evident, as she watched him and attacked the bag.

[Vrases Claudt]

As she shunned the gloves, he felt a tiny smile crease over his mouth; he didn't like to use them either. Just another thing to chalk up as something she likes. Watching as she set her own ring in her mouth, he smirked slightly At the slight communication. The girl..for some odd reason he understood the little things that she was doing non verbally. This wasn't because he was good at picking up things usually; she was speaking his language. The language of Nonverbal, animal communication; something he understood well. Vrases had no idea who she was, or what she intended to do in the future; he could tell that she was dangerous and manipulative, but that....that just made him exhilarated. He held out as indifferent if not slightly intrigued on the outside, but in his eyes and on the inside it was a completely, and clearly, a different story. He held it in, but he had begun to let his mind wander to different scenes; He had seen that slightly threatening gaze she had at him, and he simply thought that it was... alluring...their were other ways to bruise people; enjoyable ones, for both people involved, and soon images of passion and lust filled his head for a second....

Biting roughly onto his lip again, he felt the blood spurt slightly into his mouth and controlled himself, shaking a tiny bit that was nearly invisible to the naked eyes as he made his mind wander away from the enjoyable projection back to the present. The girl had decided to start punching the bag. She was no professional weight lifter, but she was strong; he could feel the reverberations of the punches through the bag as he held it, feeling the weight of her punches ripple through the bag. Watching her as she began to punch the bag a little harder, he watched as she began to watch him as she punched the bag. Now, she began to punch harder, and became more....vocal as she glared at him.

Oh now there was something he could get used to hearing. 

Smirking slightly as she finished the onslaught on the bag, he watched as she stopped the punching, leaving a good sized impression onto the bag. Nodding his head in appreciation to her work, he grinned somewhat mischievously, turned to the bag and simply punched it with a massive amount of force, similar to earlier. once again, the bag went backwards and broke off the top; Hed fix it later. He had something else that he wanted to do now, in his non-thinking train of thought now. Turning to the girl, he smirked at her.Walking slowly in front of the spot where the top of the bag used to be, he watched her as he smirked mischievously and stood there, returning that cold, calculating gaze that she gave him that he found alluring. watching her for a moment, he spoke simply and quickly, smirking as he did so. 

"hit me."

Was he insane? probably. Was he in a hormone fueled, testosterone induced high? yep. Could she probably kill him with her powers? oh most definitely....Would she? he had no idea. He really had no idea what she was going to do....One way to find out! Standing there stoically, his muscles and tattoos shown off somewhat through his sleeveless t shirt, he glanced down at the beautiful and rather dangerous woman, waiting and readying himself to use his ability to try and at least protect himself. The uncertainty felt him feel....slightly exuberant. he loved to take these kind of risks to see what the outcome would be....and anything this girl did was interesting so far; now, he felt himself wandering just what the hell was going to happen now.