baby what are we becoming

[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 6699CC; border-top: solid #003366 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] feels just like we're always running "Ooooh, snap," Tony said, watching the ball he had just kicked with a whistle. He put his hands on his hips and wiped his face off with the sleeve of his shoulder. He has been outside in the field all morning, mostly working on dribbling the ball back and forth. He was finally getting tired, and it was already eleven. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to waste three hours kicking a ball around, especially since now if anyone wanted to hang out he either would have been too lazy to shower and would smell like mucky teenage boy, or he would be too tired to act like his normal self. Tony was beginning to think that he really needed a distraction from soccer. He knew that he needed to practice, that he needed to be the best (even though his main motivation was that there was always someone better), but it was almost like an addiction at this point. All he had been doing lately was working out. Tony knew how dangerous it could get for him to get too competitive with himself. There was a line between dedication and obsession, and he had crossed it a time or two. He jogged across the field to retrieve his ball, then made the slow walk to the area where he had left his bag. He normally would have been worried about it being stolen or spontaneously combusting, but, luckily, there weren't a lot of teenagers out in the fields on a Saturday morning. He assumed that a few stragglers would show up as more people started actually waking up, but all in all, it could be a quiet day for him to spend outside. Though, admittedly, he could use some company. Tony plopped down and crossed his legs Indian Style, unzipping his booksack to pull out the lunch he'd packed for himself. As filthy as his room was, Tony was actually very organized. His mom was very busy, so he'd learned to help around the house with the girls. It hadn't taken him very long to realize that it wouldn't work if he was disorganized. He sat with his back to the sun, munching on a turkey sandwich, thinking about his sisters and about soccer and, even, a little bit about his best friends. The day was gorgeous, his muscles were pleasantly stretched out, and his inner core was nice and relaxed. This could turn out to be a very nice, wasted Sunday. WEARING:*** WORDS: 413 TAG: Maaddaaayy NOTES: let's make a thread for tony! soccer. soccer. working out. soccer.

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[MADISON ARIEL O'CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c9c9ab; border-top: solid 7b6c48 10px; border-bottom: 7b6c48 solid 10px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] TAKE A CHANCE ON ME Maddy's mind was so filled with different thoughts and ideas and worries that bounced around in her head that she just needed out. She just needed a break from herself. It was so bad that she had a terrible sleep the night before, and she managed to wake up at around ten o'clock, which is record breaking for some other kids on the island. Maddy felt like getting moving, and she itched to get outside. As she got dressed with her favourite muscle shirt, she scarfed down an energy bar and filled up her water bottle. With no time to spare, she bolted out of the dorm building, eager to sweat out all her anxieties. There was nothing she loved more than the feeling after a good workout, and she wanted to just run forever, if she couldn't swim. Maddy would have opted to swim, but it seemed inappropriate at the time. Perhaps it was the weather outside or her past experiences with East Coast waves that made her hesitant to jump into one of her many swimsuits. But it felt good to feel the soft earth mold underneath her feet, and she felt really good. At around 11 o'clock, she had already ran the perimeter of the forested area, and she wanted to cut through the field to get back into her dorm for a nice shower. But to her surprise, she wasn't alone. From a distance, she saw a soccer ball fly in the air and a guy chase after it. He looked oddly familiar, and Maddy pressed on with a nonchalant manner. As she edged closer, and the guy settled down for a sandwich, she had realized it was none other than Tony! A large smile appeared on her face. He was so funny and goofy, Maddy had a feeling that she'd end up liking the kid soom. Not to mention they had family connections, so she had a reason to talk to him, unlike with the other kids on the island. "Tony!" she called out, still a few meters away from Tony as she slowed from a jog to a walk. Her legs pulsated and she could feel the sweat. 'God, I must look horrific,' Maddy thought to herself, not daring to open her armpits around him. "Hey stranger," she greeted warmly, her eyes squinting from the sun in her eyes and a grin on her face. She couldn't really see his face, but she knew that he probably looked as hot as ever in his sports gear. To be honest, to Maddy, there was nothing more attractive. All he needed to do was lose the shirt and he'd be just another surfer guy (maybe). Tony was clever enough to sit away from from the sun, and she was facing him, and thus, towards the sun. "You practicing soccer?" She asked curiously, but she had a feeling she already knew the answer. Maddy never really played soccer competitively like she had with surfing, but she did dabble in it a bit growing up. After a while, there was a growing strain on her knees, and she just had to stick to swimming and surfing, which was just fine with Madison, trust me. She took a sip from her Jack Wills water bottle, one that a family friend sent her from the UK as she tried to catch her breath and not look so bad in front of him. OUTFIT: HERE! NOTES: all sweaty and sessy. and can i just give you this

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[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 6699CC; border-top: solid #003366 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] feels just like we're always running Stetson let the sun and the smell of the grass wash over him, taking him back to the days before he knew he was different, before his best friend had disappeared, and before everything seemed so dangerous and explosive. Nowadays, even making a joke at the wrong time could set Evan on his case, and looking at someone funny could cost Tony a prospective friend. He missed simplicity, and here in this field he had all of it. He didn't have to think about anything or anyone, and he was content just to eat his sandwich in peace. It didn't last long, however, and Tony can't say he was unhappy about it, because he recognized the name that called his voice as belonging to a pretty blonde from the life he missed so much. He reached up an arm to wave at her and grinned, trying his best to keep his sandwich in his mouth for the most part. He used the time it took her to get to him to swallow the bite in his mouth. "Good mornin', Maddy. I didn't know you were a runner. Shoulda called me! We coulda had matching pink outfits and everything," he said dismally, shaking his head at the loss. "Next time, you'll have to warn me in advance so I can order some custom sneakers, too. We'll be rollin' in the right style." Sometimes Tony could be serious, but 99.9% of the time, he was just goofy. It was an easy routine to fall into. Besides, who didn't like the lovable goofy type? Prudes, that's who. "Yeah, I am. I'm starting to think I'm getting to crazy with it, though," he said. He laughed at himself for a moment. "I need a distraction from the thing that distracts me from everything else. That's crazy, innit?" He pushed a hand through his hair and removed his gaze from the pretty blonde to the grass in front of him. He reflected a moment on himself, but it didn't last long. The conversation was more important. He looked back up at her with a goofy grin. "Guess it's too cold out for surfing, eh, beach girl?" Tony wished he knew how to surf, but he was way too scared of injuring himself to ever try it. Tony spread his legs out in front of him and, after putting his sandwich on his booksack, leaned back, supporting himself with his hands and locking his elbows. He stared out at the bits of the campus that he could see from where he was sitting and wondered how many kids were outside by then. There couldn't be very many. "Not to be a complete sap or anything--because sappy is not how Tony's roll--but I wish I could do this every day, you know? Take the time to get up and kick a ball around for a few hours by myself with no interruptions. Maybe not even do anything. Just be outside like this. I dunno. It's a nice feeling." Tony wasn't entirely sure why he was talking about this. Maybe it was his calm mood, or maybe it was the way everything looked when the sun hit it from it's highest point in the sky. Whatever it was, he didn't much care about anything except that there was someone there to listen to him. WEARING:*** WORDS: 556 TAG: Maaddaaayy NOTES: sweats only hot until you talk about licking it off nbd

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[MADISON ARIEL O'CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c9c9ab; border-top: solid 7b6c48 10px; border-bottom: 7b6c48 solid 10px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] TAKE A CHANCE ON ME Maddy loved Tony's warm greeting, and matched it with a goofy chuckle. She had a little special place in her heart for the goofy and extra-hilarious. In this world of seriousness, Tony was like a breath of fresh air every time they had encountered each other. And a good looking breath of fresh air at that. "I will definitely take you up on that offer." the thought of them in matching morph suits was just golden, and she would no doubt order some if she ever got the change to give Tony something. "Yeah, I know what you mean." she replied, the mood suddenly getting a bit more serious. She had caught her breath in time, and sat beside Tony, on the other side of him that wasn't with the bag. With her back against the sun, she could see his face more clearly, and she knew she was probably glistening with sweat as she wrapped her arms around her knees. But she laughed a bit, when he had called her a surfer girl, like she hasn't been called that before. "Yeah, just a bit," she grinned, blushing and looking away for a bit. She felt special that Tony knew her hobbies and seemed sincerely interested in them. Maddy couldn't help but scoff when Tony talked. Everything he said to her was just funny, and she couldn't help it! But he was making a very valid point. It was good to get out and to just sweat. It releases a lot of inner anxieties and physical toxins. "Oh man, that's the life. That's me and surfing. Every morning I'd get up and surf, and then just surf aaaaall day." she added. This was true. Being home schooled, she had never had to wake up at a certain time or worry about being late for class. She would have classes during the mornings, lunches and after her evening surf. Not to mention being home schooled was so flexible that they were still able to travel around a bit. She did really miss her old life, but AMG had to be a part of her life if she wanted any hope in controlling her power. If isn't able to control it or get rid of it or whatever, she couldn't possibly expect people to let her compete for surfing or any water sport, for that matter. Although lots of people like their abilities, Maddy despises it, since she's no longer sure if she's actually able to surf, or if she's just manipulating water while she's on the board. "I should take you out some time," she blurted out loud. By that, she had meant with surfing but it sounded a lot different, when she had said it out loud. Instead of immediately correcting the statement, she let it linger for Tony to ponder, and then perhaps she would correct it later, if he had ... you know, said no. OUTFIT: HERE! NOTES: pfft. not wasting time.

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[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 6699CC; border-top: solid #003366 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] feels just like we're always running Tony couldn't imagine himself in pink swears, but he knew he'd probably do it for the right reasons. Like impressing (or entertaining) Maddy. That was a good reason for a lot of things he could foresee himself doing. He laughed lightly at a memory. "A friend of mine said that I just need to get laid," he said, but regretted it as soon as it left his lips. God damn it, Tony. You don't tell pretty girls that. What the hell is wrong with you? He laughed again, this time nervously, and reached up with his right hand to scratch his left ear. He couldn't think of anything that would save him from this lapse before it was too late. His hand dropped and he hoped that he hadn't embarrassed himself too badly. "Wouldn't it be cool if you could surf every day? Like, I think about that all the time. Sometimes it's raining or it's snowing or something and I can't play soccer. It's kind of depressing." In light of the previous air of the conversation, maybe he shouldn't be practicing soccer every single day. It could get a little dangerous. Or, he would burn himself out. Either way, it wasn't good for him or his potential career in the sport. He wondered what it would be like, to live on the beach and have that sort of freedom all the time. He would probably be a lot tanner. Tony conjured the image of himself, attempting to surf, then jumped up to do a demonstration. "I would be such a bad ass surfer, okay. I bet I could do flips and stuff." He held his arms out and bent his knees, an exaggerated game face on. He tried to do a sort of spinny jump thing, but it didn't work out in his favor, and he landed on his ass. He laughed, again nervously, and ran a hand through his hair. "You know, with some practice, anyway." Who was he kidding? He couldn't even surf on the grass, which was staying perfectly still. There was no way he would survive ten minutes on a real surf board, in the ocean and everything. Tony couldn't even swim very well. Her proposition made him grin. "Heck, yeah! That would be so cool. Considering, you know. I could manage to keep myself from drowning. I have this weird complex where I'm only good at staying vertical when I'm playing soccer. Apart from that, it's like BAM everywhere I go. I probably fall maybe ten times a day. I think it's got something to do with concentration. Soccer is easy to concentrate on. Walking is not." Tony was just inexplicably unaware of his surroundings, is what it was. He is also unaware of when cute girls almost ask him out. WEARING:*** WORDS: 467 TAG: Maaddaaayy NOTES: whoooa sorry this took so long

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