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Post by kaelonttwin on Jul 30, 2010 15:08:28 GMT -5
From a distance, the small figure could hardly pass as human. Up close though, he could pass as a twelve year old. There was no way that anyone would believe Matthew was actually a sixteen year old. It seemed impossible actually, for a human. But for a mutant such as himself, maybe. He had drawn into the warmth of his black jacket. The hoodie was at least three sizes to big. His head was the only thing visible, black hair fluffing out at the end. It had touches of gray here and there though.
Today he looked even more sickly then usual. There was a flew going around, making him pretty miserable. Pretty much every time he would sneeze, time would freeze around him. He had a blue box of tissues to his left. He'd chosen to come to the beach today for some fresh air. He'd spent the last week cooped up in a stuffy hotel room. It had been pretty difficult getting the hotel to rent a room to him. They kept telling him to find his parents and using the word 'kid'. Why did time have to make everything so difficult?
Looking around, today probably wasn't the best to come to the beach. The sky was overcast and the waves were being particularly rude. They could probably carry him out to sea. The beach seemed pretty deserted, after all, who would come here on such a rowdy day?
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Post by Stella Booth on Jul 30, 2010 22:11:23 GMT -5
Stella was on the beach because no one was there she need sometime to her self she was wherein bright pink shorts with green fishnets and a top under her hoodie that was rainbowed. She picked a shell and chucked it in to the wather she was board She sighed sitting on the beach she looked around her there was only one other thing well that was the best she could describe it from where she was sitting not able to make out a figure on him or not
She layed down looking at the sky there was a few birds flying over head she smiled as she quickly thought of one of there harts and imploded it she wached it as the bird looked like it was spazing out in the sky and started falling right to the ground right between her and the figure
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Post by kaelonttwin on Jul 31, 2010 0:42:35 GMT -5
Matthew should have guessed. Of course there had to be some other odd ball out today. Now this young looking boy wasn't one for surprises. He absolutely hated them actually. For his ninth birthday, he'd been thrown a surprise party. And everyone sure got a shock when he started crying. It's not like he would start crying now though, after all he was almost seventeen. But seeing the bird fall a few feet away from him was enough. He sneezed half from shock and half from this god awful flu.
This was like some kind of mutant cold. It kept messing with his powers. All of a sudden, everything around him stopped. It was frozen in time. A small sparrow in mid flight a step away from him was stopped in mid air. Along with everything else around him. The ocean was at a stand still. To simplify Matt's power, one could call it time control. Though he obviously had no control over it at all. The problem wasn't stopping time, it was getting it up and running again. Once he did, everything would proceed as if time had never stopped.
His arms found the way to his black jackets sleeves. Which, in itself, was like a wild goose chase. Matt preferred his clothes to be at least three sizes larger then his normal size. Growing up he'd always gotten hand-me-downs from distant cousins that were always too large. He'd become accustomed to dressing in that particular fashion. His hand found the tissue box and drew a tissue to him. He sneezed into it this time; sniffling afterward. Matthew stood up, leaning against a larger rock.
Coughing, he concentrated very on starting time again. And when it did, even the sparrow seemed to fly in a circle of confusion. It probably couldn't wrap its small little head around how the sitting figure was now standing. No time had passed for it or anyone else in the time it took for him to start time again. Even the bright haired girl had no memory of ever being frozen. No one did, or could. Unless of course he'd chosen to unfreeze them specifically. Matt's eyes looked down at the poor bird that had fell. It was clearly dead now. So surprised by the imploding cloud, its heart stopped.
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Post by Stella Booth on Jul 31, 2010 1:14:38 GMT -5
(he wouldn’t know it had anything to do with her the bird just fell form the sky there know cloud or anything she thinks of and object and it implodes)
Once the bird landed Stella stood up and walked over to it acting all surprised
“O poor little thing it must of hand a hart attack” she looked at the figure she could of shore it was siting a second ago but once she was closer she could tell the gender of him at lest. She gave a little pouty face “poor thing I wonder what happened” of curse stella new extaly what happened she killed it she just thought about its little bird hart and it imploded with no warning to it what so ever. She picked up a neer by stick and poked at it making sure it was dead
She looked up at the boy he was wherein oversize close and looked to be younger then her she was 16 but he couldn’t of been much younger she wanted to see if he did anything over the fact that a bird died next to him most people whould of at lest screamed when the bird hit the ground but all she chould tell he she missed him standing up
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Post by kaelonttwin on Jul 31, 2010 16:31:05 GMT -5
Matthew looked shyly up at the girl. Sure he enjoyed others company, but he was just too damn shy. It wasn't on purpose. Maybe it was just that, under the circumstances, he was afraid of what everyone else would think. The circumstances being was sort of like a sixteen year old trapped in a twelve year olds body. He'd long since gotten over looking so young, it was just the explaining part.
Though the colors he dressed in and his personality, it made him seem older then he looked. "Maybe it was sick. He's probably in a better place though," Matt said, trying to sympathize for her. He bit his lip in a cute kind of bashful way.
((Sorry, that was a crappy post.))
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Post by Stella Booth on Jul 31, 2010 17:25:55 GMT -5
this guy was no fun he didn’t freak she wondered what it whould take him to freak out she keeped pokeing it with the sick
“Na its dead o well we live we die what are you to do about it” she held out her hand towards him “Hi im Stella” She smiled at him when he bit his lip it was kinda cute the guy seemed shy wicth was no way what she was like her self. She was out going and hade to be the center of the room so when she meet someone who was sky she made it her gole to make them talk
(that’s find just because its short does not means it crap and mines short to)
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Post by kaelonttwin on Jul 31, 2010 22:17:34 GMT -5
Why did she keep poking it? Matthew was a lot more easily grossed out. Again, that was an understatement. He was probably the easiest person to make queasy or scare the living day lights out of. It wasn't his fault! Okay, yea, it was. Maybe he just needed to suck it up. Even though it was easy to follow everyones lead in a world consumed in fear. He didn't particularly like all of the war going on, but there was no avoiding it.
With a power like his though, Matthew can't help but be optimistic about his feature. He sneezed again, luckily though time continued running. "Yea. Well it's dead now. No use poking it," he shrugged his shoulders. He extended his own hand, interesting name, Stella.
"I'm Matt, nice to meet you," he said, really out of habit. After a while you didn't think about your greetings to other people, it just became habit.
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Post by Stella Booth on Aug 1, 2010 1:15:40 GMT -5
Stella cocked her head to the side when he sneezed “o do you have a cold or allergies or something” she asked biting her own lip with a pouty face on.
Stella smiled at him when he said it was no use poking the bird. Tempted to poke it agin just to bother him. “O.k I wont poke the poor thing its gone through enough” She chucked the stick away and smiled at him as he took her hand
“so it Mat short for anything or is it just Matt” she flashed him a smile
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Post by kaelonttwin on Aug 1, 2010 20:33:37 GMT -5
Matthew almost sneezed again but it passed. "A cold," he answered shortly, sniffling. Evrey sneeze just reminded him of the misery he was being put through. If you couldn't already tell, he hated being sick. It made him feel like he should be co-dependant on someone else. In other words weak. He knew perfectly well though that he was capable of taking care of himself.
Out of reflex he smiled back at her. It was just something he'd grown used to doing. Most didn't like it when they smiled and the someone that they were smiling just starred back at them. "It's short for Matthew, but you can call me whatever you like." he told her, shruging his shoulders again.
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Post by Stella Booth on Aug 1, 2010 22:48:03 GMT -5
“Ahh man Colds suck your head gets all clogged up and you want to shot your self if it gets to bad”
She sat down on the sand next to him unzipping her hoodie and laying it on the ground next to her she smiled remembering the last time she had a cold it was fun and annoying all at the same time she was having things implode everywhere with out meaning to. She killed like 5 cats when she sneezed onced the annoying part was she had a killer head acah like the worst hangover she could amazing so she ended up staying most of her time in bed
“O.k sniffles” she smiled at him she smiled he said she could call him whatever see liked right
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Post by kaelonttwin on Aug 2, 2010 0:01:53 GMT -5
Matthew smiled for real this time. She was funny and he couldn't deny that she was cute. He'd never really thought about anyone in that way. But it was just a harmless attraction, right? "Yout bet they do," especially when your a mutant he added in his mind. He didn't want to screw up a possible friendship.
Sniffles? That was quite the, original nickname. He chuckled under his breath. Hmm, well if he had a nickname she should to. And being that she was so colorful he had the perfect one. "Sniffles? Ok, sprinkles."
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Post by Stella Booth on Aug 2, 2010 14:23:51 GMT -5
She gave a small little laughed when he called her sprinkles o that was a cute name he had comeup with for her she had to remember that one she gestured to have him sit down next to her.
She looked at him for a wile what was bugging her the most about him was he looked 12 but he acted older then that and he wore close that an older teen would where.
“Sprinkles….mmm... I like it so why don’t you tell me a little about your self Sniffles, you know what your favorite color, age, favorite past time favorite ice-cream and weather or not you like sprinkles on top or not.”
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Post by kaelonttwin on Aug 2, 2010 15:05:14 GMT -5
So many questions at once. And all of these were particularly difficult for Matthew to answer. It was like Stella had planned it that way. Well, there was no use hiding the fact that he was a mutant now. She seemed nice enough. And if it turned out that this girl wasn't, he could just freeze tome and make a speedy getaway. It's not like it would be the first time.
IT might had been a little odd watching this scene play out. Two strangers had just met over a dead bird and had strange cutesy nicknames for each other. He sat down next to her, resting his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. "Well, I'm sixteen. Favorite ice cream? Vanilla with sprinkles. Favorite color, black. If you haven't noticed, he said, smiling an adorable and cute crooked smile."and when you control time, you don't really have a favorite time in the past." he said easily, acting like it was no big deal.
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Post by Stella Booth on Aug 2, 2010 15:59:39 GMT -5
Stella smiled at him She was a little surprised when he said he was 16 she would of picked him for being younger but him being 16 meant he was fair game for her. She giggled when he said he liked sprinkles on his ice-cream and just smiled when he said that his favorite color was black.
When he smiled it was so cute she couldn’t help but to smile back at him when he said he was a muntant Stella just looked at him giving him a small smile “really how interesting but don’t worry your secret safe with me” she winked at him. Having a small rock that was about the size of a base ball imploded hoping he’d get the hint that she was a mutant as well.
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Post by kaelonttwin on Aug 6, 2010 23:58:29 GMT -5
He matched her smile with his own mischievous one. He had a strange feeling that something spontaneous was going to happen between the two of them. He hadn't been expecting to see the rock implode. That was an odd, intriguing power. Matthew, again, didn't like surprises. But surprises from this girl didn't seem so bad.
"and your secret is safe with me..."
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