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 Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 12:08 pm
Welcome to Coffee Addicted Cannibal's testing thread.
I'd ask you not to steal, but you should already know that much~ <:
So back off please and thank you but feel free to browse.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 12:08 pm
 ㄨ S w a yx y o u rx h e a dx m o v ex y o u rx f e e t ↘↘Over the past few years, a boy had learned a strict lesson from the world. No matter how hard you try to block people out, to forget things and move on with your life…it never works. It’s better to embrace these things lest you just end up getting hurt in the end. Because of this strict lesson he had received from the world, he learned to embrace things much more easily instead of trying to brush them aside and force people out of his life for good. No; Benjamin had become what he would call ‘one with the world.’ And in no time flat, he had made friends, accepted himself for whom and what he was and become all around a more enjoyable person. When he was a child, Benny had the horrible habit of being a bit of not only a push over, but a child who had an extremely cold disposition to the world and its inhabitants. But now as he sat in a café down town with a warm cup of coffee that he was afraid to touch, he couldn’t remember why he had ever even been like that in the first place. No, he rather liked his new conformed ways.
Benjamin stared down at his still steaming coffee; despite himself he let his finger gently graze over the edge of the cup. Small crystal-like formations travelled and formed around the rim of the porcelain mug, it’s smooth yet hard curves became cold and covered in a thin layer of frost. As the icy substance travelled deeper and deeper into the mug, finally reaching the contents of the steaming hot coffee it too, turned to ice. As the cold met the hot a plume of steam erupted from the mug. His eyes grazed down at the once steaming coffee, now turned into what he would call a coffee-sicle. Simple, yet charming. Friendly and childlike. He smiled down at the mug, it was a simple trick but one he enjoyed. It was true that Benjamin had the ability to control ice; some would call it ‘ice manipulation.’ He had it completely under control on most occasions, despite the fact that he would occasionally wake up in a winter wonderland of sorts, but he doubted that was much of a problem, all of the supers he figured depend on their ability would probably have trouble regarding their powers while they laid in their subconscious mind, blissfully unaware of their surroundings.
He enjoyed sleeping simply because he could take the world in stride, not have to worry about what was going on around him. Benny had moved from his home in Trondheim, Norway—an old municipality that he was born and raised in. It was a humble town right on the rivers edge, both scenically and historically beautiful. He could remember every detail, even the smells and sounds. Sometimes he could envision them more clearly than the town itself. He closed his eyes and imagined being back there, back where he felt he belonged. A longing smile spread across his face, this Island was not and never would be his home. He stuck out rather easily here too—not because of his nationality. No there were people here from all over the world, to stick out because of such a trivial thing would be almost conceives as ignorant; but he had a rather spastic sense of fashion. He enjoyed wearing stripes for one, sometimes over accentuating the stripes in his pinstripe suits. Sometimes he ended up looking more like a criminal than a simply super human. Fresh out of jail with his custom, home made prison suit. He shook his head, partly in delight, the other part, well; he wasn’t entirely sure what the other part of him was. Maybe it was uncategorized mirth at his own silly wardrobe.
Though he wasn’t going to lie to himself as he reclined back in his seat, the back legs of his char supporting all of his weight as he placed his hands behind his head and stared at the light fixture above him. He was jealous of…normal human beings. He was jealous that they could live their lives out normally instead of being brought to an island like this—out casted from the rest of the world. Maybe he was more than jealous, even angry at civilization for classing them apart from the rest. He was none to fond of this, and with that his old, cold disposition filtered back into effect. He glared at the lights with their blaring heat. Not a fan of heat, he stood from his spot and placed some money on the table before leaving the café. Though it was still morning, as the red head emerged from the café he could feel the heat of late afternoon already approaching. One would assume that at nine-ish in the morning, you couldn’t feel such things. From his position as he sheltered his eyes from the sun, he could see across the boardwalk—though he wasn’t too close to it, it was fairly visible. The tell tale signs of recent rainfall were evident there. Chances were that meant Jacoby was around there.
About to make a trip down to see if the boy was in sights, he was distracted by a rumble in the earth. It was subtle, but easily depicted as a fight. Somewhere, someone was getting in a fight. It seemed like a fairly large one at that. He wasn’t a fan of all the fighting; taking each other out like it was some sick game for who ever ran this s**t hole. He had only ever gotten into maybe two of the fights since he had gotten here. The overwhelming anger that felt like it was going to split your head in two if you didn’t do anything about it—it was scary and exhilarating all at the same time. Slowly, he moved in the direction of the tremors. More out of curiosity than anything.
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