Robbie Likes Snow - Open Tag

[Robbie Wilkes]

Closing his laptop and slipping it under his pillow, [completely safe, idiot-proof plan, thinks Robbie] the blonde ball of thunder leapt out of his bed and bundled up in his self-knit beanie, dark blue sweater and jeans before heading out of the dorm room for some fresh air. Along the way, he did all his flirting duties despite getting odd looks from the girls he threw his waggling eyebrows, winks and finger pistols at.

Almost getting charred to a crisp by a pyrokinetic, Robbie ran the next few miles or so from the corridor to outside, catching his breath only when he was in an isolated area without many people around. Once he was sure his fiery friend was long gone, Robbie walked out to enjoy the fresh air, taking in deep breaths of cold air, loving the cold weather.

After a few more lung wincing breaths, Robbie dropped down in the snow and wriggled around, enjoying the cold snow on his back. His cheerfulness gave the sun a brighter ray but because it was snowing and because Robbie was aware of his emotions, the heat from the sun wasn't damaging. Power control lessons were making him pretty proud of himself, something he hadn't allowed himself to feel especially at home.

Robbie did miss his little siblings but he was quite content here at Hammel. He felt safe. Nothing outside of the compound was bothering him. He kind of felt like Harry Potter in Hogwarts. The place was impenetrable and warm [figuratively speaking, obviously]. As those thoughts ran through his mind, he suddenly felt his face cool as the sun was blocked. "Erm, I'm grateful for the shade but could ya please step away?" He voiced out.

[Ann Hudgins]

(-pounce- <3)

Ann liked the snow as much as the next person that grew up ten minutes from the beach. She liked the beach until the fingers and toes started to go numb and talking became even harder than normal. However, despite all her aversions to going out in such a harsh weather condition, Ann needed some exercise. She was bored being inside all day and today was just one of those days that went bad as soon as the alarm went off.

The shower had no hot water, but because Ann had not taken a shower the night before, she had to take one anyway, so she had to hiss and toe-dance her way through the most excruciating shower ever; it was leg shaving day too. Her hair brush--that she'd had since she was like six--broke when she was about halfway done with her hair so she had let out a frustrated yell and pulled it up into a wet pony tail and pulled her newly bought winter hat on over her hair. It was cold, at first, but the natural heat of her head warmed it up slowly. She then got dressed, having to completely turn her room upside down for two damn pairs of socks (just one pair was not enough in the snow).

Finally, however, she made it outside, dressed in a thin jacket, hoodie, and leather jacket. It was even colder than just looking out the window had made her believe and she shivered as soon as the door shut behind her. She had to then jump out of the way because this blond head of hair went running passed her. She stumbled after her jump and landed squarely on her rump in the snow. She sprang up to her feet as fast as she could so her jeans didn't get soaked through so fast, as she dusted herself off she sent a few explicit curses after the fleeing individual before she decided to start her run.

She glanced left and right, out of paranoia (something left in the air by that fleeing person she reckoned), before she took off jogging in a random direction. She didn't feel like the regular rectangle of the training field, today, so she decided just a random path around the campus would suffice. However, not even a few minutes into her run, she notices her shoe lace was untied and stopped to tie it. She let out a breath of air that crystallized in front of her and started to bend down to fix it when a voice caused her to jump in the air. She looked left but didn't see anyone, and then right to see someone laying on the ground. Just out of nowhere. She hadn't seem him at all, and if she hadn't stopped to tie her shoe, she probably would have stepped on him, which would have been bad.

"Don't you think laying there is dangerous, even just a little bit? I mean I almost jogged a path right over you?" Ann sounded a little exasperated but it was only because she was embarrassed that she hadn't seen him, and was fretting about what had almost happened. She did, however, get out of his sun and started to tie her shoe.

[Robbie Wilkes]

The chiding voice overhead was somewhat familiar and Robbie opened his eyes only to see Ann Hudgins, an empath he had a class with. He can't remember what class it was but he knew her from a class. He wasn't going to try and remember what class it was because the time he would spend on thinking would cost him time flirting with this girl. She was pretty and Robbie liked the pretty.

"Run all you want. You've been doing that in my mind anyway. Ka-ching." Not his best line to be sure but he had to say it. Especially to Ann Hudgins. He sat up and sat cross-legged in front of Ann who was tying her shoes. "Whatcha doin'?" He asked, though it was pretty obvious what she was doing. Robbie was an annoying boy, he established that the first year he was in Hammel. He didn't have to do anything really. All he had to do was look at you and you would be annoyed.

He was being extra annoying today because he was happy that snow was finally here! But it did mean going back home for the holidays. OR, he could hide in his closet until the holidays and stay at Hammel. He didn't mind being alone. It sure beats going home to face his parents' judgmental looks. And worst still, their fear.

His focus came back to Ann and he tilted his head just a little sideways. "You look cold. Want my sweater?"

[Ann Hudgins]

Now that she had actually looked at the guy for more than a couple of seconds, she recognized the smile (faintly). She'd seen it before, but hell if she knew his name. He seemed to know her though, because of the recognition she was feeling from him, which honestly made her feel bad for not knowing him--but really. She didn't know anyone--hardly.

"I...have?" Ann was obviously confused by his words and his onomatopoeia afterwords just didn't make sense at all. He kind of reminded of her of Zac, in that aspect. God. Do not think about him right now, Ann fought and successfully didn't groan and roll her eyes when that dark haired pretty boy crossed her mind. He was something else, and if this blondie was anything like him, then she probably should take off running immediately. And hide. He then asked her what she was doing, and it offered a distraction from her inner thoughts. "Just uhm...jogging." She looked out around her in a 'what else could I be doing' way.

She then noticed that his clothes looked vaguely familiar. That's when she connected two and two, and remembered he had almost plowed her over when he burst out the door earlier like he was on the run from someone. She thought about bringing it up, but she figured he was relaxed at the moment and wasn't fretting like he had been earlier, so why bother him with it?

"Your--no, no thank you. I am fine." Her cheeks blushed at his question and she shook her head a few times. "Really. But uh...thank you...though." She looked around awkwardly for a moment. It was still weird when anyone was nice to her, for any reason. Sure, she was used to her friends being nice, those like...three she had.

"But uhm...really. Why are you just sitting? I mean the grounds all soggy and cold and junk. I can't imagine it actually being comfortable."

[Robbie Wilkes]

Her innocence or naivete made Robbie grin widely. Wasn't she all cute? He could pinch her cheeks right then and there but he didn't. He knew restraint. Not noticing Ann's discomfort and inner turmoil, dense as he was, Robbie nodded enthusiastically when she answered. "Right right. Why are you jogging in the cold?" He asked.

He cocked his head back in the right angle when she refused his sweater. "It's warm and snuggly. Though my arms could do better. I'm known to be an excellent sweater." And without warning, he spread his arms. "Wanna try me out?"

Her question brought a frown on his face. "What are you talking about?" His frown then broke into a huge toothy grin before he flung himself down on the snow again, kicking his feet forward, just narrowly missing Ann's face in it's search for a place to land. "Snow is awezing!" He exclaimed, mashing awesome and amazing into one word.

Proceeding to attempt at making a snow angel, Robbie started singing the song popularised by the ever great Frank Sinatra "Let It Snow" off pitch. Sitting up after awhile, his grin never wavering, he held one hand out to Ann. "Make snow angels with me then, Ann." Finally acknowledging that he knew her name.

[Ann Hudgins]

He seemed almost like a wriggling ball of energy. It was something Ann had only come across rarely and she didn't know exactly what to do because of it. She shrugged at his question. "I always go jogging, and I'm not about to stop because it snowed overnight." Ann looked out around them, though obviously she didn't like the snow. It was soggy and made her nose terribly cold.

"You need your sweater. I'm wearing three jackets. So I'm good." Ann blinked, thinking she misunderstood what he was asking her. He wanted her to....hug him? Ann shrunk back from him, her eyes widening a little. The last time someone touched her, it had ended badly. Very badly. "No thanks. Really. I'm fine right here."

At his frown, Ann thought back to what she said that would cause him to frown, but she couldn't really think of why what she said would illicit such a reaction. When he flung himself on the ground, Ann jumped backwards to avoid getting hit in the face by his feet (which would have hurt), and landed squarely in the snow, on her rump. She let out an annoyed hrmph and then looked back at him to warn him not to get near her again when he started singing. It was just.....cute.

Ann laughed. She couldn't help it. It was just something she'd never seen before--nor expected to see. Once he sat up, Ann cleared her throat to silence her laughter but she couldn't hold in a snort when he asked her to make snow angels with him. She hadn't done that in...a bajillion years. She still remembered how, but it would just soak her clothes. She looked up at him (some part of her recognized the fact he knew her name without her telling him, which confirmed her earlier thinking) and sighed. "Fuck it." Her clothes were already soaked. She spread her arms out next to her (avoiding his outstretched hand) and fell back against the snow and started sliding her arms and legs to make a snow angle. Her butt was already getting super, duper cold, and she was pretty sure that thanks to her movements, her belly button and the surrounding area was exposed to the cold.

She sat up, then, and folded her legs around her in her snow angel and looked at it. Eh. There were better ones out there than that. She pulled her many jackets back down and then smiled back over at--"Uhm, what was your name again?"

[Robbie Wilkes]

"That's some dedication right there." Robbie said in a serious tone. "Then again, I'd do that too. I like running. Specially since I'm never what the weather wants me to be. I'm never hot when the sun's blazing, I'm never cold whenever a blizzard hits us and I love the rain don't you love the rain? It's awesome." He rambled, using only word to describe something this time.

"I don't really need my sweater though. Really. I've got a t-shirt inside! See." He lifted his sweater and showed her the black printed tee he had on under his sweater. "I wear it coz it makes me snuggly." He gave Ann a grin.

It took a moment for Ann to flop down beside him to make her own snow angel but when she did, he laughed. "Isn't this fun?" He asked loudly. He wondered if he should at least make it slightly warmer since Ann's nose looked like an icicle. A red icicle. He shrugged in his lying down position and controlled the sun so it wouldn't really melt the ice but give at least a little warmth. Really, his powers trainer should be giving him extra marks for learning so quickly in just two years.

Robbie sat up when she asked for his name. "It's Robbie duh. We're on track together. Yoikes Ann. I feel hurt that you don't know my name!" He pouted and clutched his chest. "What am I to do? Ann Hudgins doesn't know my name!" He flopped back down and covered himself with snow. Well, tried to anyway.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac isn’t really big on running. Much less running in the great outdoors. Cardio is one of those routines he wishes he could do without really. If he wasn’t too concerned about losing the body he’s so proud off, he would’ve forgotten about it a long time ago. Then again, given the choice, he’d rather do it inside. On a treadmill, in a gym-esque setting. Where the conditions, such as room temperature, ambient noise and other such variables can be controlled and altered to his liking. Should he run outside, he has to think about the people he may bump into, the rocks that might trip him in his unguarded moment – it’s not that relaxing. For someone whose powers grow stronger in the wild (or at least when there’s an animal close to him), he’s rather repulsed by it.

Which is why a rather loud groan escaped his mouth when he just realized he’s failed to secure a permit-clearance from his beloved trainer or his club adviser to use the workout facilities in the gym unguarded. “This is why they should’ve allowed me to have a treadmill in my room,” he grumbled. He slowly went back to his room and jumped to his bed, his arms drooping at his sides in disappointment. He tossed and turned in bed for a bit, but he can’t seem to be able to will himself to sleep anymore. He shrugged, going to the common room once more to prepare himself to run outside. Guess he’d just have to do his cardio outside. In the cold. Not fun.

So there he was, clad in nothing but a white tank top and thin cotton shorts, braving the cold outdoors. He’s too lazy to change anyway. Thank God for polar bear insulation. He was just finished with his last lap when he saw two familiar figures not far off. While normally he could care less about the two individually (well the girl he would, the guy, he won’t), he doesn’t sit well with them being together. He fears the blonde will ruin the plans he has for the brunette. And that won’t be good, considering that he’s invested a lot in his plan already, time, money and effort combined.

He sneaked to a tree not far from the two and used a sloth’s climbing ability to position himself from a branch not far off. Rabbit hearing allowed him to eavesdrop on the two, trying to find the perfect timing to enter. He shivered quite frequently as he waited, cursing himself for being limited to only one animal at a time. His fault for not bringing a jacket anyway.

His waiting paid off as he finally found the perfect entry point. Somersaulting in midair with the help of a spider monkey’s grace, he landed just between the two. “Well the first thing you should do is to stop flirting with my girlfriend,” he smirked as he turned to the blonde, quickly tapping an arctic seal to combat the cold. “Hi Porndog, hey Ann,” he continued as he sat down on the cold snow, “So, what’s up?”


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Jammeh and Zachie would love to snuggle BananaKee and Nu for letting Zachie haz dibs on this reply, and we are so sorry for the long delay. We luffs you. *smooches BananaKee and Nu*
-Jam
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[Ann Hudgins]

Ann shrugged, it wasn't really dedication. It was just the only way she could work out anymore. She couldn't wrestle, ground fight, or spar anymore. Running was all she had. She didn't like weight lifting because emotions seeped into the machines and left traces of competition and self-loathing. Ann had enough of the latter and didn't need more, and competition with no one was the last thing she needed. She shrugged her shoulders at his question, though. "I like rain enough, I guess. I just hate when it is humid. I really hate humidity." It made it hard to breath and made her hair hot and heavy as hell. It sucked being such a naturally thick headed person sometimes. Ann hadn't gotten a hair cut in a while (last time, she did it herself) because she was afraid of someone touching her skin, like her ear or scalp, while they cut her hair. It was a gamble she could just do without.

"Please. I don't need your sweater." She tried to continue to sound polite, but Ann didn't work well with pushy people like that. She already said no, so why didn't he get that? She could understand that he was just looking out for her, but that caringness was reserved for friends, which they were not--she didn't know his name for Christ's sake!.

"Fun is a word you could use to describe it..." She mumbled, though she really was, or she wouldn't have done it in the first place. That was Ann 'letting go.' Alert the authorities, right? She was about as fun as a disease. Ann noticed the sun warmed a little, as if it just came out from behind a cloud, which was awesome. Only she knew it didn't move away from a cloud, because it was as bright and as glaring as before. She glanced at him, feeling a bit of smugness filtering off his shoulders, making her grin a little herself. Her shields were in place, but they were close enough that it radiated through her senses a bit. "Did...did you do that? With the sun?" She asked curiously.

"Oh shit!" Now she remembered him, at practices. She usually didn't pay attention in that environment to anyone but the coach, because so many people was still hard for her to deal with. She just focused on running and beating the people she was running with. "I'm sorry Robb--" She was cut off by someone landing between them which was fucking close. Ann rolled out of the way and to her feet in a defensive crouch--it was by shear reaction and muscle memory. She glared at the would-be attacker and her glare didn't evaporate when she realized who it was.

"Your what?!" Ann demanded, clearly she did not approve of the use of the word, or of Zac's appearance. "What's up? You ask what is up? When you almost landed on me, calling me your 'girlfriend.' "What's up"?!" Ann did not take surprises well, obviously. Her voice nearly squeaked with her volume increase. She shook the snow that still clung to her to dispense her irritation and frustration. Zac just had a way of getting way under her skin and itching.

[Robbie Wilkes]

Robbie smiled at Ann, not noticing how uncomfortable she was. Then again, Robbie notices nothing that doesn't directly have anything to do with him. Even then, it took him a long time to actually figure it out. Sometimes, it even took someone else to let him know what it was. As far as he was concerned, Ann was okay with being cold. "Alrightie then. I'll keep my sweater on."

Ann's affirmation that it was indeed fun made Robbie nod. "Oh, yeah." He replied a bit nonchalantly at Ann's question when in fact he was quite pleased with himself. Smug even. His powers trainer would be proud. "I control the weather. I never asked but what do you do?" Her sudden cuss and apology made him wave a hand of dismissal but even before he could put his hand up, a sudden presence from the resident playboy had him mimic Ann's actions. Indeed it was also muscle memory and instinct from his part.

"Stubby. This is your gir-" Robbie was again interrupted as Ann started to yell at Zac. Robbie's eyes popped out as he looked from Zac to Ann. Obviously he was missing something. First off, as far as he was concerned, Ann wasn't the type to shout. She was mildly shy and was pretty chill as far as girls he knew were concerned. And secondly, Zac was not the type to have a girlfriend especially not someone as quiet and reserved as Ann. All Robbie could muster was a raised eyebrow at the situation he was suddenly in.

"Um..." he balled up snow in his one hand and threw it at Zac's side, even though he knew the other boy would not like that too much.

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Ann-dear. Language,” Zac said with a reprimanding tone, complete with the stern look and a wagging finger, “I don’t care if you grew up in a military base with big, burly men who care not about what they say, that kind of speech is not tolerated here, right Porny?” He turned to Robbie for a bit, as if trying to get his agreement on the matter, gave the blonde boy a wink then went back to his Ann. Not that he could care much about her swearing anyway. True, he grew up in a no-swearing environment when he was a kid, and while he found it repulsive during his first few days in the ‘real world’, he’s acclimatized to it soon enough. Heck, he even curses every now and then. So why scold Ann now? Why not, he smirks. “I can’t believe you kissed me with that mouth. Shame shame,” he teased, sticking his tongue out.

As he plopped carelessly (for the people in his sides anyway) on the ground, he grabbed a small handful of snow and began shaping it to a ball, idly throwing it up and catching it back again. “She’s an empath Robbiepoo,” he answered absentmindedly, not minding that the question wasn’t directed to him. And I don’t think interrupting the conversation mid-question gives him the right to answer all the hanging questions, and he doesn’t either, but he does it nonetheless. He’s Zac. “Which means she’s been feeding off your emotions since the moment you’ve met. She knows how horny you are Porny. Sucks right?” He would’ve added ‘Which meant dating her extra hard’ but she’s made it clear before had that their trips aren’t anything but friendly. It only makes Zac push harder though.

“Woah there dear, you’ll get wrinkles if you get angry all the time. The chakras remember, chakras,” he winked, shielding himself, at least for a while, with his arms and legs. He looked for a bit and saw no oven mitts around (so he thinks) so it’s more or less safe. “Typical conversation starter. You wouldn’t want me to barge in and ask you if you’ve had your period already right?” And yes, Zac thinks he’s got wit too. “For the record, it wasn’t an almost; it was a perfectly calculated somersault. I’m part of the swim team dear, dives like that are my specialty.” He’s actually more of a distance swimmer, but hey, no need to know that right?

“Why? Am I forbidden to call you that? You’re a girl and you’re my friend, hence my girlfriend.” He turned to Robbie once more and gave him a rather obvious ‘you-know-I’m-kidding’ wink. Zac almost lunged forward and gave her a slight hug, then he remembered she could still kick. Never mind.

“Lovely jacket you’re wearing where’d–” He was about to make a remark about the jacket which he thinks is one of the many she gave her just a few days ago when a snowball found its way to his side. Not that he’ll get cold anyway. Sure he’s only in a tank top but his power’s enough to keep him warm. It didn’t shield him from the impact though. “Hey, snow war’ll happen in about two weeks, I think,” he said, throwing his snowball at Robbie, “And besides, aren’t we supposed to be ganging up on Ann when that happens anyway.” He leaned in closer and pinched Robbie’s cheeks. “You know if you’re jealous, I could hook you up with an Ice Queen. She’s the bomb.” He rolled his eyes sarcastically for a moment, before smiling sheepishly and returning to Ann’s side.


ooc:
Sorry for the late reply you guys. >.<
- Jam
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[Ann Hudgins]

Her hands clenched into fists. Something about Zac's persistence was just wearing on her. He had said so himself that they were just friends. But the odd present magically appearing in her dorm meant something else. Ann tried not to think about that at this juncture, because that wasn't something you spoke about in front of someone you just. But now, that wasn't even what was bothering her about Zac. It was just...Zac himself.

"Do not tell me what to do." Ann watched her language around those when it mattered. Now it did not matter. It also didn't help that just by how Zac worded how she was raised made it sound...shameful. Anger fizzled off of her like heat waves. The fact that Zac even...dared to bring that up started to bring back those feelings of violation and just...extreme ...loathing. "I...did not kiss you." She was just mad. Bottom line, he'd pissed her off the moment he got here, and she knew it wasn't exactly fair to Zac, and definitely not fair to Robbie.

Zac answered Robbie's question about her power before Ann could do it herself and rolled her eyes at his description, and the use of the word 'horny.' As far as Ann could tell, Zac was just teasing Robbie about it, because that was not what Ann felt from him. At least she didn't think so. Zac's term of endearment and warning against wrinkles did little to calm her down. She didn't like, exactly, what he said and but she tried to remain calm. She didn't want to just keep yelling at him, because she knew it wouldn't do any good. She ran her fingers through her hair, to calm her down (and also warm her fingers up a bit).

But then he just had to mention her period! He mentioned it as a bad excuse, but by the fact that he did, Ann got the notion that he was, in fact, asking. If she had gloves, she probably would have hit him again, just because of the offending statement. It certainly wasn't any of his business. As it were, one of Ann's side-effects was a surprising...lack of menstruating. Ann stressed. A lot. So much so...that she just didn't have it most months, and on the occasion she did have one, she didn't cramp too bad. It was possibly the only silver lining to her entire power. However, he did not need to know that. The only person she spoke to about that was Dr. Prideaux. So instead of hitting him, like she really wanted to do, she folded her arms across her chest. "Haha." It wasn't funny, and she wasn't really laughing.

"It was still not necessary. even shouting a warning would have been nice. Even a little appreciated. Right Robbie?" Ann looked to the blond for back up. She felt bad, slightly, of the war going on between her and Zac, and Robbie just being left out. (not that she wanted to bring him in, but Ann never liked being forgotten or replaced.) Ann then just noticed how scantily clad Zac was. "Are you insane?" She demanded. "You're not wearing a jacket! You'll get hypothermia! Frost bite! Go back inside." She pointed with her order, but if Ann knew anything about Zac, was that he never did anything he was told. She didn't say is as an excuse to cut the meeting short between them, but because she was concerned about his toes and body temperature. She chose to use her selective hearing then when he mentioned (one of) her jacket(s).

Her eyes got even wider when Robbie threw some snow at him. Was he also crazy? Zac had to be so super cold right now, it just didn't make any sense! It then occurred to her that she didn't even know what his power was. Now it made sense. She relaxed, a little. Then Zac mentioned them teaming up on her. Ann hadn't had a snowball fight--not a real one--ever. She did not want to start now, especially when she didn't have any gloves on. "How about we don't do that? Alright?" It didn't sound fun, or safe.

Ann's brow furrowed at Zac's next words, and why he pinched Robbie's cheek. Jealous? Ann could tell he wasn't. There wasn't anything to be jealous over. If anything he felt awkward (and he did, she thought), from the situation he and Ann had put him in. When he moved back towards her, she shuffled away. He knew she wasn't comfortable with close proximity--especially after what happened in his dorm, which she didn't like to reflect back on. Like all her other incidents that involved touching, she tried to forget they happened.

(ew. the size, it's so big. Sorry guys.)

[Robbie Wilkes]

Like at a tennis match, Robbie's bright blue eyes bounced from Zac to Ann to Zac again as their banter suggested that there was something between them eventhough Ann was vehemently denying it. Not that Robbie picked up on it of course. All he saw were two people gouging each other's eyes out with words. It was pretty hilarious. Not to mention when both of them turned to him of all people to settle their own scores.

Zac's nickname for Robbie made the blond boy laugh. The older boy was obviously going about with that nickname from all the times he'd seen Robbie flirt around with girls and on several occasions boys [even though he swears to the fact that he "loves boobs"]. It really didn't matter to Robbie because it was just too funny hearing the boy call him Porndog and every other variations of that.

The discovery that Ann and Zac had kissed made Robbie's eyes pop out and his jaw drop just slightly. He didn't even realise Ann liked to be near people too much. Then Ann's reply cleared it up. Her facial expression more than made even dense Robbie understand the situation. He stole the kiss, she more or less punished him for it.

Zac's explanation of Ann's power made him purse his lips from laughing. If it was actually happening, Robbie wouldn't know and he would probably even let it slide. It wasn't like he could lie his way out of his feelings with an empath around.

A snowball hit him back square in the face and he made another one to throw back at Zac but he paused when Zac mentioned an Ice Queen and him being jealous. Robbie? Jealous? He hadn't even spoken to Ann before this. He had no prior feelings towards the girl to judge whether he'd have any sort of jealousy towards Zac! But even before he could summon up a reaction to the Ice Queen comment, Ann was looking at him expectantly.

"Overload." Robbie mumbled before shaking his head. He wasn't even sure what to say anymore so he tilted his head slightly to the side and looked at the two of them. "Did you guys watch the new movie that had that guy and...um...that dude from that movie? That was a hilarious movie." Robbie exclaimed.

He didn't know why but somehow he always felt completely awkward when he was in a group. Especially one with two people who obviously knew each other even better than Robbie knew either one of them. Not that he knew the full extent of Ann and Zac's relationship. He then rewinded the conversation to a few minutes back. "You mentioned Ice Queen? I was almost roasted back there by a pyro. What a hothead. Psh."

[OOC: O.O So much to reply to!]

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Sheesh. So grouchy already? You know you’ll have one hell of a day if that continues,” he said, giving Ann a sympathetic smile, trying to sound so wise and hermit-y. “Heck, you’re scaring baby Robbie already,” he added, grabbing Robbie by the neck with a headlock and playfully ruffling his hair, “Don’t worry Robbiepoo, Ann’s just having a bad day. Maybe she’s got her period right now.” Unfortunately for Robbie, he’s already tangled in this mess; it’ll take a whole lot for him to get out.

“You don’t have to be shy about it.” Zac knows it wasn’t really a kiss (if he wasn’t the one who initiated it, he would’ve brushed it off as a mere accident really), but since Ann’s so bent on erasing it from her memory, it only makes him want to tease her more. “Forgive her Pornie, she’s still a bit embarrassed by it, seeing that it’s her first kiss and all,” he whispered, but more of a teasing-sort since his voice was loud enough to be heard by Ann despite the ambient noises and he was looking at her the whole time despite supposedly turning around to tell Robbie.

He was rather surprised when Ann told him to go inside. No, it did not occur to him that it’s just her way of making him go away immediately. He genuinely blushed, even though it’s just a bit (probably because this is the first time Ann’s shown any concern for him, at all). “Aww, that’s so sweet Ann,” he said, chuckling shyly to hide his delight. He even grabbed Robbie and hid on his chest like an embarrassed little fanboy meeting his idol. “Not to worry Ann, I’m ok. My powers give me a little bit of cold resistance. I can even take my shirt off if you want to,” he teased, tugging his shirt as if removing it. (“See Robbie, she likes me,” he whispered).

“Why not? Oh I know. Let’s have a practice match right now!” Zac formed another snowball in his hands and threw it towards Ann. “Didn’t I tell you I’ll help you with your social issues? You should definitely join the annual snow wars.” Who doesn’t love snowball fights anyways?

As much as Zac claims he isn’t dense, Robbie’s words meant nothing to him. He couldn’t see that the boy feels awkward about the two ‘fighting’ and him being caught in the middle. Nope, to Zac, it was perfectly normal. Nothing to feel out-of-place about. “What movie?” he asked, clearly unaware, “You aren’t making sense dude. Are you sure this is a mainstream movie and not one of those ‘indie films’ you like?”

Zac simply rolled his eyes when Robbie mentioned a pyro. He has this extreme prejudice towards said metas (which only complicates his relationship with the Brigade even more), seeing them as extremely unpredictable and destructive. Nothing good can come out of fire anyway. “Don’t mind him Porny. You can simply blow him away in one of your tornadoes anyway.” There are times when Zac wishes he was a weather manipulator. They’ve got so much power stored in such little bodies really. “And yes, a real Ice Queen. Interested in meeting her?”


ooc:
So sorry for the delay you guys. D;
- Jam

[Ann Hudgins]

Ann snorted at Zac's probing words about her grouchyness and sighed deeply when he suggested to Robbie that she was on her period. At any other point, an probably would have blushed, but as she hadn't had hers for at least three months (maybe more, she's sorta forgotten) it wasn't as big of a deal. However, she did recognize it was incredibly rude of Zac to say such a thing but she had already learned that Zac would say whatever he wanted to. It seemed like he just lacked a common decency filter.

She sighed again when Zac didn't let the sleeping dog go back to sleep. He just wouldn't drop it. They did not kiss. Zac grabbed her and stole it. She hadn't really felt anything but pain. It was a little surprising to her that she hadn't initially fallen to the floor after the contact because that was generally what happened. When Zac mentioned it was her first kiss she shot a glare at him. It wasn't really a rude thing to mention, as he had the period thing, but she was just mad at him in general for it. Yes, he had apologized (and convinced her he was truly sorry) but why couldn't he....just let it go like she was trying to do? She didn't comment (verbally) about it now, so hopefully the topic would be stricken from this conversation.

The only thing she registered the blush was, was a drop in temperature (she could imagine her own face was red everywhere with cold) but after his short explanation she shrugged her shoulders. She didn't really have anything to say back to him. If his power(s) kept him warm, then she probably should have known that, since they have 'hung out' so much recently. Ann was, however, generally not nosy enough to ask everyone what their power was. She nodded slightly, finally, at least to show him she understood and her fretting had been silenced (she still worried though. He was in a tank top.)

Ann glared at Zac (which was basically just a reflex now) and knocked the snowball down with her hand before it could hit her and make her all the more freezing. "Hey," she protested, "do not do that again." Please just stop, she thought because she really didn't want to get into that sort of thing. She wasn't wearing gloves so she couldn't make her own to defend herself, however she wasn't sure she could even make good snowballs to throw anyway. She did not want this to turn into a two sided losing battle. If anything, Robbie and Zac should continue to throw them at each other and Ann would retreat to a safe distance (or even all the way inside).

"I think you just described, vaguely, every movie that was ever made. The chance of me seeing the exact movie you are talking about is pretty low, however." Ann laughed slightly at the vague description and rolled her eyes at Zac for what he had to say about it as well. When Robbie (what in the hell kinda nickname is Porny?) mentioned the pyro, Ann nodded her head a little. "I thought that was you." She wasn't exactly speaking to him, more like she had accidentally said her thought out loud, and had not spoken it at the same volume as her normal speech.

As it were, the two of them were talking about a girl with only a slightly mean description (or maybe her power really had something to do with ice) so she took their mutual distraction to back away a little more (if the two were really bent on turning this into a snowball fight).