Post by Tony Bishop on Jun 13, 2015 6:11:05 GMT
Tony was sitting on a bench reading and taking notes from his chemistry textbook, which would seem like facts and formulas that he would have to study and remember. However, what really interested him was the properties of of precious metals and the conductivity of copper. What fascinated him more was not chemistry, but the constant change in technology and new scientific discoveries like what some of the humans call "the God Particle" and it could be the key to a new means of an energy source. It was actually due to his own observations that he came to the assumption that the advance in technology has actually had a hand at enhancing the lives of everyone in developed countries, and he actually looked forward to what the future would hold.
One thing that Tony didn't give much thought was the fact that he was unapproachable by most standards because he looked so intimidating to most people. Although, it would be nice for him to socialize with other people and get out of his shell a little for an educated conversation. It would be beneficial for him to meet someone who was just about as interested in Math and Science as he was personally, but he thought that most of the students at the school were more interested in extracurricular things. However, if he did make friends with any "nerds", he would absolutely be a person to scare any potential bullies away very easily. |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jun 13, 2015 22:13:46 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on Hardly in the mood to study, Iriel was out and about doing his usual thing. People watching. Yes, this creepy bird enjoyed watching people and seeing what they might be doing today. In some strange way, he considered people to be walking textbooks and what better way to learn how to blend in but with watching others. The odd little bird had been roaming, staring, commenting, and well, just being Iriel for over a good hour before finally coming to a resting place.
There was a blond with his back turned towards Iriel. Hmm, he looked like he was deep into something and being ever the nosey creature that he was it was his duty to find out what he was doing. Iriel made a bee-line towards his goal and once it was reached he lazily streched out his legs at an odd angle in order for the bench to support the upper while he rested his chin on the top part of the bench.
He tilted his half shaved head to the side and stared down at the book in hand. Math. Oh, now that looked less then idle and reminded the bird of his own homework that needed to be done. However, his was less bookwork and more physical. Such as being able to have a better control over his Construct power. Currently, he could form things he needed rather well if he put his mind to it.
Keyword, "mind". He often got so damn distracted that whatever he created usually vanished in under a few seconds all because a butterfly fluttered past him.
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Post by zephyr fear on Jun 16, 2015 3:07:29 GMT
"Oi, Eerie, whatcha' doin' pesterin' that poor bloke?" a boisterous voice burst into the peacefulness of the courtyard, accompanied by the electric buzz of an remotely controlled drone. The flying device hummed over to the two on the bench in front of Zeph as he walked towards the same destination. Somehow he had managed to get the Hunter Association to buy it for him for reconnaissance purposes, but there was no harm in bringing it out for a spin for a joyride, right?
As Zeph slid a finger down the screen of his phone, the drone hovered lower, closer to Iriel's face. "Smile for the camera, mate," Zeph said with a grin, before glancing over to the other blonde, who looked like he was holding a chemistry book. "Y'know you're not gonna' find the meaning of life in th' calculations of enthalpy." With a few more movements of his finger, the drone was flying back and fourth in front of Tony like a hypnotic pendulum... that wasn't hypnotic at all, "You will step awayyyy from the boring textbooks and enjoy the sunnnn," he hummed in his best mock hypnotist voice.
Truth be told, Zeph should have probably been doing homework himself. Although he knew it contributed to his grade, in terms of actual learning he had never seen the need to do it. Plus, in the battle of homework vs. drone piloting, the latter always won. |
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Post by Tony Bishop on Jun 22, 2015 4:07:11 GMT
Tony finished writing his notes after the drone arrived in his vicinity, and glanced at the guy that was piloting the drone before he looked at Iriel. He found both of them a bit interesting, more interesting that any book to be honest. "Please don't do that." Tony said calmly after Zeph's failed attempt to hypnotize him, but remained seated because his full height would be intimidating to people he didn't know and he didn't want to scare anyone away. "But, you do have a point. I am still a bit pale." Tony admitted after he thought about it for a while. After changing his mind about it though, he stood up and his attention eyes seemed to lock onto Iriel's because the whites of his eyes were black and his irises were red. Such an infliction interested him in addition to the tattoos, even though all Tony had was a long tribal tattoo. However, he did recognize that Iriel's tattoo on his neck was in Latin, or at least he think it did. "The tattoo around your neck; is it Latin?" Tony asked him with curiosity. |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jun 22, 2015 4:27:01 GMT
BLOW A KISS, FIRE A GUNAll we need is someone to lean on The hypnotic pendulum might of not worked on Tony but it sure as hell did with Iriel. The dark haired teen couldn't help but watch the drone sway side to side. One, two, one, two. Red eyes kept track of every motion and he had forgotten everything else until his mind semi clicked back into place. "I'm not pestering. I'm watching." He replied softly. Pushing himself into a better standing position the dark haired male then promptly leaned forward on the bench. If Iriel happened to be a girl then Tony would of gotten breast on his head from how far Iriel was leaning over.
Lucky for him, Iriel had no boobs today and so all he had was a chest and some ribs against him. Iriel reached out to swap at the drone in an attempt to catch it. He did this a few times and failed each. Eventually, the boy stopped with a sigh and just flopped over on part of the blond and bench. It was like a fifty-fifty half on the man and the other bench at such a strange angle.
"I wanna touch it." He spoke in defeat and zoned out the whole damn conversation until his neck tattoo was brought to question. He tilted his head one way to the side in thought and shrugged softly. He honestly couldn't remember if it was latin or what it meant. He knew he did at one point and then it fully escaped him the next.
"Possibly?"
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Post by zephyr fear on Jul 7, 2015 3:45:18 GMT
Dear lord, hovering the drone just out of Eerie's reach was like teasing a cat with a laser pointer -- it actually took significant effort for Zeph to keep himself from laughing.
"Hell yeah! Take a day off, get some rays, it'll be good for ya," he replied to the blonde giant with a grin, unintimidated by the student's admirably built musculature. He did, however, fly the drone away from his face. Angry people often led to broken drones, and that would be a bitch to repair, let alone explain to his superiors. "Name's Zeph, by the way -- I don't think we've met. An' this dork here's called Eerie," he said, motioning towards his phoenix friend.
It seemed that Eerie had developed an obsession with the drone already. That was fine; what harm could it do? Other than attract bloodlust-driven vamps if he cut himself. Or breaking it beyond repair. Or-- "If ya swear not t' stick you fingers in the propellers I'll let ya' touch it, alright? Ya can even try flyin' it for a bit," he said, disregarding the risks completely, as he turned his gaze to the bookworm, "Same offer goes t' you. Just don't land it in the water. An' yeah, that tat's definitely latin-lookin'."
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Post by Tony Bishop on Jul 12, 2015 7:13:00 GMT
It had caught his interest that Iriel had a tattoo written in latin, and he wondered if the boy had more tattoos. Personally, Tony wasn't bothered by the boy hovering and leaning over him. "My name is Tony. Eerie? Is that short for Iriel? I have a tribal tattoo myself, and I think Eerie would really like to fly the drone." Tony said calmly as he crossed his arms before he found himself getting a bit more curious before he decided to take the conversation further. "I'm in the Horror Club right now and I'm considering other extra-curriculars. What about you two? Do you have more tattoos, Eerie?" Tony asked them both as he felt like he was starting to get somewhere with these two, but he couldn't get over the fact that Iriel interested him and he really couldn't put his finger on why he felt this way. He supposed that the boy had caught his attention somehow and he was trying to figure out how he felt about the so-called "dork".
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