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ThisCloudedLife Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2016 12:25 am
Crime Alley
Park Row, or Crime Alley, is the part of Gotham North where Thomas and Martha Wayne were killed in front of young Bruce. Every year, on the anniversary of their deaths, Bruce Wayne brings roses and places them in memory of the event and people that made him what he is.
Dr. Leslie Thompkins runs a free clinic, funded by Bruce Wayne, out of Crime Alley to anyone who has need of it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 6:37 am
 We're not just dreamers, we're the kind that comprehend
We gather up our forces, he's busy hearing voices again
Pneumonic screamers came to gather up our friends
If giving in is pointless, then get out of bed or this might be the end
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rᴜᴜʙᴇɴ Kᴏʀʜᴏɴᴇɴxx
✖ Witch's Spirit Host ✖ Hero-ish? ✖ Finnish Graphic Designer ✖color
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It was a quiet night when Ruuben was walking on his way home from a bus. He had been busy as hell earlier that he was taking some long hours to finish the possible designs he needed to submit. Still, he had to handle some of those demanding clients in which they wanted their thing done fast. Like, just, no... That was definitely not how graphic designing works; he didn't ******** just get it done instantly. Well, at least his co-worker Marivi understood him, but then so did the whole team. It had to, anyway. He needed time to do this work, just because he was secretly a "weird psychic" didn't mean he was a miracle worker.
Speaking of which, he could have sworn he heard a sharp hissing sound from the spirit that was residing inside him as if assuming that he didn't acknowledge Forde as a "sorceress". Seriously? Ruuben didn't care anymore and he was done with her supernatural ego. So, to spite her, he just turned up his headphones so that he didn't have to hear whatever she had to say, and even if she amplified her "voice" Ruuben was likely to just snob her. Because sooner or later she was just going to give him another long-a** telepathic lecture about her "good ol' days", which was obviously giving a hint that this witch spirit was obviously older than him.
Turning his heel to the alley, his pale green eyes were looking on the ground, unaware of the fact that he wasn't (physically) alone. But still, it was giving him the chills that he still continued walking, hoping that it will all be over. Suddenly, a hand just grabbed his shoulder and yanked the headphones out of his head. Freaking out by surprise, the young Finn sharply turned his head to see who it was before seeing himself in the presence of a group of menacing hooligans.
'Hrm! I told you, wearing those stupid devices was a foolish idea.' The spirit scolded and tsked from the back of Ruuben's head, which wasn't really helping the entire situation. Like wow, thank you! That made his stupid anxiety go away. The presence of the thieves were as if they were looming over him, and the person who grabbed his headphone first spoke. "Nice headphones you got here, boy! I wonder what more you can give aside from this. Like that sack you have there, looks heavy if you ask me."
He wasn't sure if it was his bilingual problems or his late reaction that took him a while to realize that the big guy meant his bag. Also, the guy's deep voice sounded increasingly louder for Ruuben, that he wondered if his standard of hearing was getting higher than the Empire State. Still, he ain't giving away this bag- as it contained his laptop, his tablet, everything that had something to do with his job. Though, if he didn't, he might be dead meat. And fired. Also his parents might kill him for losing the laptop.
"I'm..." Ruuben began to speak up, but his voice sounded small and shaky, "Just-- Give my headphones back and leave me alone!"
"Request denied," the other guy chimed in, as he was stepping closer, "not 'til ya give us yer loot, anyway."
'Use what I thought you. If you will.' Forde told him, as he felt her utter dismay and impatience.
'I can't do that, I can't even fight at all!' He protested back, internally. Was she thinking? Did she really wanted to get him exposed that he was a freak? These guys would only spread stuff about him and then he'll be ******** up, right? They would probably mistake him as a meta-human and boy, his brother Reima was so going to kill him.
'I granted you my powers so you stop being a child and use them!' Forde snapped, 'They'll fear you about how you're not one to be underestimated, Korhonen!'
Before Ruuben could even reply to his "mind-mate", the group went impatient and brought out their fists and bats. Oh s**t. He rushed past them and tried to run away from them, but it must be the bag that was making him a slightly slow runner that the thieves easily caught up to him. A bat just hit his forearm as he was trying to shield his face from it., and it hurt so bad. The other two people tried to get their hand on his bad, but Ruuben still tried to hold on to it. Ruuben was shouting at them, telling them to stop (even if they probably won't). Blunt strikes and loud noises from the group surrounding him made him feel worse and worse, that he swore that he shouldn't have removed his ear plugs. Or, like, not run away at all.
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Hello have this crappy long introduction post || {ATTIRE} || {THEME SONG} || {PROFILE} ||
You teenage believers, rallied up against the fence
Use weapons of clairvoyance, you adolescent strike force against-
Metallic deceivers from a planet far away
But when you read my fortune, are we running home or running free today?
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2016 10:58 am
Finally! Winter Break! Caleb thought school would never end, he was actually looking forward to this winter break. Well for one, its the first one he had in a long time where nothing is due by the end of break. Also the new Star Wars movie was coming out, always a plus. And his Aunt Karen said she had a surprise for him during break, which he couldn't wait for. All in all, things were looking up.
It was later in the evening when Caleb decided to head back to his house after spending the afternoon at Allen's place. Unfortunately, the only way back was through kind of a seedy area of town, so the best way to deal with that was to keep your head down and walk fast, avoid drawing attention to yourself at all costs. And it works, he hasn't had an incident yet but he won't ever say that out loud because God forbid if he jinxes himself.
The teen shivered a little bit, his breath becoming visible in front of his face from the rapidly dropping temperatures. Wrapping his coat tighter around him, he shoved his freezing hands in his pockets and continued on his way, until a shout caused him to stop. Poking his head around the corner, Caleb witnessed a guy trying to defend himself against an entire group of robbers.
Luckily, it looked like he hasn't been spotted yet, so he was relatively safe for now. However, this guy wasn't so lucky. Caleb wanted to help, he really did but he also didn't want to get caught using his powers. The last thing he wants is people finding out he's a meta. He could try calling the cops, but they would get there too late. So, seeing as there's really only one option, the teen sucked in a breath and focused. There was a large garbage can off to the side that he decided to concentrate on, lifting it telekinetically about three feet off the ground. Then he threw it at the thugs who were surrounding the poor guy, successfully knocking them away which would give the guy a window to escape.
Location: Park Row/Crime Alley
With: Robbers and some poor sap getting the sh*t kicked out of him.
Thoughts: I hope I don't regret this...
OOC: Sorry if this seems rushed, I'm trying to pack up to go home for winter break.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2016 3:47 am
We're not just dreamers, we're the kind that comprehend
We gather up our forces, he's busy hearing voices again
Pneumonic screamers came to gather up our friends
If giving in is pointless, then get out of bed or this might be the end
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rᴜᴜʙᴇɴ Kᴏʀʜᴏɴᴇɴxx
✖ Witch's Spirit Host ✖ Hero-ish? ✖ Finnish Graphic Designer ✖color
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Ruuben was overwhelmed by the sound combined with the blunt forces hitting on him, meanwhile the spirit within him was desperately yelling at him to do something that she might be trying to take over. His eyes were shut tightly as he struggled to get away, but the pain, especially in his head, were beginning to take its toll.
That was when he heard a much louder yelp from three of the goons that were knocked away, followed by a loud clank that sounded like metal. One of the thieves who were unharmed came for the three's aid, telling his partner to get his shoulder bag already as it seemed that "his arms were already noodles by now that he probably can't hold it anymore". The partner did just that and decided to grab one of Ruuben's bruised arm that the moment it was touched the pain was awful that it made him snap, that and his headache that could have contributed to his ire.
"Sanoin, pysy kaukana minusta!" Ruuben shouted in Finnish with his adrenaline rush, then raised his hand to "push" the guy away. Except, he wasn't exactly "pushing" him, he used his telekinesis out of instinct that the guy was suddenly knocked away and was hit by another large garbage can. The other guy stared at the brunette in fear as helped out the three hooligans, who kind of saw what happened. Ruuben didn't see them as his eyes were still shut, but he could hear what they said.
"Something's wrong here, mate!" One of them told the lean one in fear, pointing at Ruuben.
"He's one of those people!" The lean man replied, both in haste and in fear, "Let's get out of here if we don't want to get our skulls powdered!"
The next sounds were fast footsteps and then they eventually faded away, meaning that they were probably gone. Ruuben slowly opened his eyes, but it was quite blurry for the fact that he's nearsighted. His glasses, he felt that it probably knocked away from his eyes when he got assaulted. With his adrenaline gone, the pain was there again as he struggled to push himself up from the ground with one of his free hands against the cement, since the other hand was still loosely holding the bag. His head still hurt as hell, and it he swore that he might not be able to stand up immediately with the heavy weight.
'You weak stick,' Forde finally muttered in sheer distaste, 'Get over yourself and stand up already, or I'll have to take over for you.'
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Translation :-
1) "I said, stay away from me!" || {ATTIRE} || {THEME SONG} || {PROFILE} ||
You teenage believers, rallied up against the fence
Use weapons of clairvoyance, you adolescent strike force against-
Metallic deceivers from a planet far away
But when you read my fortune, are we running home or running free today?
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2016 6:34 am
Caleb couldn't help but silently congratulate himself for how accurately he threw the trash can at the thugs, effectively knocking them away while leaving the victim unscathed. He guessed all those hours practicing with his friends were starting to pay off. Before, he could barely lift is own body weight, let alone control where he threw it. He was really becoming more powerful, which he wasn't sure whether he should be excited or frightened about.
However, when the thugs were knocked away, Caleb wondered why the guy wasn't getting up and running. Was he hurt? Probably, those guys were wailing on him pretty badly. But before Caleb could think of doing anything, something happened in front of him that was not his doing. The guy laying on the ground yelled something in some foreign language, raised his hand, then the last standing guy was knocked away by another garbage can. Caleb even checked to see if it wasn't him just to be sure. Was this guy a meta like him? The teen tried to decide whether that was a good thing or not.
With the thugs now gone, Caleb decided that he should probably make himself scarce as well, until he noticed the guy struggling to get up. That wasn't good. Before he could stop himself, he made his way to the guy sprawled on the ground. "Are...do you need help there?" Caleb stopped about two feet away from the man, waiting for his answer.
Location: Park Row/Crime Alley
With: Some guy...meta?
Thoughts: Does he need to go to the hospital?
OOC: I'm finally home! biggrin
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2016 7:43 am
We're not just dreamers, we're the kind that comprehend
We gather up our forces, he's busy hearing voices again
Pneumonic screamers came to gather up our friends
If giving in is pointless, then get out of bed or this might be the end
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rᴜᴜʙᴇɴ Kᴏʀʜᴏɴᴇɴxx
✖ Witch's Spirit Host ✖ Hero-ish? ✖ Finnish Graphic Designer ✖color
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Ruuben slowly sat up from the cement ground, grateful that at least his legs weren't hit at all. Then again, the thugs were more focused on what he was holding in his arms than anything else. Squinting his eyes as he tried to scan the area for his glasses and hopefully his noise-cancelling headphones (which was ridiculous, because he has bad eyesight), he then heard footsteps coming in his way. Oh God, not again. Couldn't the world be silent for a second? His head was already hurt from anything that requires enduring hearing. Sadly, his ears wasn't in the stage where he could withstand noisy things which made his miss the times when he used to visit his brother's band gigs. Now he was just stuck relying on an iPod to actually enjoy Reima's music. Joy.
Clenching his fist as he felt like he was going to be attacked again, and by clench he meant hopefully his telekinesis didn't fly off the window again. But just doing so made him wince a bit louder, but who was he to complain? People didn't know how to give him a break anyway, and that includes his work and maybe back when he was in college. He was so used to it, or he should be anyway.
"En tarvitse apuasi." He stiffly replied to the male voice asking him if he needed help. Realizing that he spoke in his native tongue and decided to swallow up his "pride" in the last second, he quickly added. "Ah- Um, sorry. I mean... I think so, maybe..." Ruuben didn't bother looking at the boy, since he didn't want to see the potential pitying face he was wearing. He hated being pitied, and he sure as hell hated pity parties because it made him look weak. That, and he worried that he was being a bother. Also, even Forde said that he was a weak sack of sticks, but Ruuben sometimes tried to think it wasn't true.
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Translation :-
1) "I don't need your help."
Edit : If you got more than one notif dont worry it's me handling my typo problems. || {ATTIRE} || {THEME SONG} || {PROFILE} ||
You teenage believers, rallied up against the fence
Use weapons of clairvoyance, you adolescent strike force against-
Metallic deceivers from a planet far away
But when you read my fortune, are we running home or running free today?
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2016 8:51 am
Again, the guy spoke something in a language that Caleb didn't know or understood, but it did sound vaguely Scandinavian. The teen was about to ask him if he knew any English, then the guy started speaking something he could understand. It was heavily accented, indicating that English was not this guy's first language, but it was enough to get his point across which Caleb was grateful for.
He was about to step towards the guy to offer to help him up when he saw something glint in his pathway. Bending down and picking it up, he noticed that the pair of glasses he was holding had a bent rim and one of the lenses was cracked, no doubt caused from the run in with the group of thugs. "Are...uh these your glasses?" he asked, offering his hand to help the man up.
However, when he extended his hand, he felt a slight buzzing in the back of his skull, which is a sign for him that his telepathy is trying to act up. Probably from the anticipation of the possibility of direct contact with another person. Fortunately, Caleb has been getting good at shutting it down before it gets too out of hand. He didn't want to read this guy's mind, he doesn't even know him. Plus he might be a meta and that last thing he wants is to piss him off. "They uh...got a little broken. Sorry..." He wasn't sure why he was apologising, but he was.
Location: Park Row/Crime Alley
With: Some guy...meta?
Thoughts: No! Bad powers! No one asked for your input!
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2016 8:30 pm
We're not just dreamers, we're the kind that comprehend
We gather up our forces, he's busy hearing voices again
Pneumonic screamers came to gather up our friends
If giving in is pointless, then get out of bed or this might be the end
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rᴜᴜʙᴇɴ Kᴏʀʜᴏɴᴇɴxx
✖ Witch's Spirit Host ✖ Hero-ish? ✖ Finnish Graphic Designer ✖color
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Ruuben was kind of thankful that his headphones were unscathed as he picked it up, he then put in his bag until he saw a hand holding out for him. He finally looked up to see (from what he could see) a seemingly tall figure, as he took his right not-fractured hand for him to stand up. "Thanks. " The moment he touched the boy, he was beginning to feel nervousness from him, or at least that was what he could pick up anyway. Sensing feelings from people upon contact was the easiest form of telepathy Ruuben could do, since he was informed that he needed the person's trust for him to use the extent of his telepathy. But then again, it couldn't be worse as panic attacks. Right?
He didn't say anything about it, but on the other hand the young Finn didn't understand why the teen should be wary about him. Ruuben never saw himself as someone scary, anyway. As he couldn't help it, he nervously answered resembling a whisper, "Are you... You look nervous. Are you okay?" Now that he stood up and let go of his hand, the foreign nervous feeling was now gone. Ruuben also noticed that the guy looked a tad taller than given that he was only 5'9. Yet, he wasn't sure if it was his eyes but he looked like a teen. Probably around eighteen.
He picked up his glasses from the boy, then examined that it was in bad shape. Ruuben just frowned and muttered, "Oh God, I always needed this at work." He sighed but he wore it anyway, better have something that bothered his sight than wearing nothing at all. Looking up and blinking when the younger boy apologize, Ruuben gave him a tired smile and shook his head. "It could be worse... My stuff could have been taken away and I'll lose my job for that."
'It could be worse' Forde mimicked his voice, in a really mocking manner, 'You could have avoided it all if you just either do your thing or let me possess you. Yet here we are, in a form of a beaten up chicken.'
Ruuben's hand was itching to massage his forehead, but he refrained from doing so. Every time he heard Forde speak in the back of his mind, he hears a sound of Mario screaming 'mama-mia' in the video game. "A-anyway... How did you get here? Don't you think it's a bit late? I know this city isn't safe at night."
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|| {ATTIRE} || {THEME SONG} || {PROFILE} ||
You teenage believers, rallied up against the fence
Use weapons of clairvoyance, you adolescent strike force against-
Metallic deceivers from a planet far away
But when you read my fortune, are we running home or running free today?
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 5:54 am
As soon as Caleb's hand met his to help him up, the buzzing in the back of his head flared up again, this time stronger. He could feel himself slip into the other's mind but forced himself to back off before he got in too deep. Luckily, he was able to snatch his hand away from the other before he learned all his deepest darkest thoughts. From the little surface meld his just experienced, he just picked up a name, Ruuben, which he was grateful for. No need making the other Meta pissed off at him.
The teen's snapped up at the man, Ruuben, when he addressed him. "N-nervous? Me? Why would I be nervous? Everything is hunky dory on my part." He immediately mentally kicked himself for that. He should've just said no and moved on. He sounds like he's hiding something, which he was, but no need to let Ruuben know that. He guessed he should try and change the subject. "I should be asking you that. I wasn't the one who had about half a dozen thugs wailing on him."
Caleb was happy that none of this guy's stuff was stolen, since they were worth getting the sh*t kicked out of them for. Usually the best option with those guys was to give them what they want so that they spare you in the process. Your life wasn't worth a few hundred dollars. "Yeah, I was just heading home from a friends house. And yes, this city isn't the best at night. But you can't always let it scare you. If you stay aware of your surroundings, keep your head down, and walk fast, you should be okay."
Location: Park Row/Crime Alley
With: Some guy...meta?
Thoughts: Maybe I should invest in some gloves. I'll look like a tool, but at least I won't go mind melding everyone I come into contact with...
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 8:39 am
We're not just dreamers, we're the kind that comprehend
We gather up our forces, he's busy hearing voices again
Pneumonic screamers came to gather up our friends
If giving in is pointless, then get out of bed or this might be the end
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rᴜᴜʙᴇɴ Kᴏʀʜᴏɴᴇɴxx
✖ Witch's Spirit Host ✖ Hero-ish? ✖ Finnish Graphic Designer ✖color
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Ruuben felt terrible for making the kid more nervous than he subtly was, feeling like he should have just shut up instead. His own telepathy proved the fact that...well, he was kind of not? Assuming that it was probably because he was an adult and some teenagers were sometimes a bit wary over people like him, he then said, albeit a bit weakly, "Okay..? Just to be sure. I mean- I just want to say that I don't really bite? I mean, it's not like I expect you to trust me since I'm a weird stranger but that's fine I guess. Sorry." His voice was, in default, sounded like he was semi-whispering. But then it has always been like that since around last year, except Ruuben wasn't exactly aware of that. But his co-workers were sometimes annoyed by the fact that they had to make him repeat it louder, which was just.. ugh.
"I mean, I think I'm fine... " He said, as he gritted his teeth about his bruised arms hiding under his jacket. Total lie. "I've been through something worse than this anyway. I just go to the Hospital and this will be over soon." He was referring to his car accident and while he and Reima did survive, it resulted with serious injuries and that was exactly the time Forde came to his life. Also, he felt llike he might give his brother a heart attack when he arrived home, and then Reima would give him another lecture. Ugh, sometimes he talks like their mother. Literally!
Ruuben sighed as he felt that the guy didn't seem to answer his question, or rather it wasn't exactly the answer he was looking for. Also, he was more concerned of the teen more than to himself right now. "I think I must have misworded that," he remarked, "what I mean is- I feel like it's not every night that right after the thugs ran away, someone just enter the scene to help out five seconds later. Unless it's luc--"
'Unless the child was watching you use my power that feared the fools away,' Forde mused casually, implying that she could be right and that alone kind of interrupted the Finn's train of thought. Oh God, Ruuben wished that wasn't the case. The last thing he ever wanted was someone thinking that he was a dangerous psychic, that or maybe a dangerous metahuman. Putting his hand over his forehead as if he was having a daily headache, he shook his head and shut his eyes. "Sorry, a bit of a headache. A-anyway, my point is... I'm not that scared about the surroundings. It's you I'm more concerned about." Yep, he was totally forgetting the fact that he was injured and bruised yet here he was, potentially much more concerned over a teen that might end up in the same scenario as he.
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It's rally hilarious to see Caleb thinking that Ruuben's gonna be pissed since i really cant imagine Ruuben being angry at anything lmao || {ATTIRE} || {THEME SONG} || {PROFILE} ||
You teenage believers, rallied up against the fence
Use weapons of clairvoyance, you adolescent strike force against-
Metallic deceivers from a planet far away
But when you read my fortune, are we running home or running free today?
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 10:47 am
Caleb could really only shrug a little at that, neither confirming nor denying what the other said. This guy didn't look dangerous, although the teen knows well enough that looks can be deceiving. However, this man had done nothing so far that would be considered hostile. He only defended himself against a group of thugs which there was nothing wrong with. He didn't even hurt them too badly, just gave them a good scare to get them away. Caleb decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and choked down his nervousness the best he could. That also included his telepathy which was clawing to get loose. He really hated having powers sometimes...
"Maybe you should swing by a hospital if you have a headache. It could be a concussion." When Caleb first saw him, the thugs were wailing on him pretty good. He may look fine on the outside, but that doesn't mean that there isn't any internal damage. Maybe he was fine. Maybe one of his meta abilities was like regenerative healing or something. He wanted to ask but he decided maybe he shouldn't bring up the subject. He knew if it were him in his place, he wouldn't want to talk about it. But it still made him curious. Maybe he needed to meet more people like him that could possibly help him.
"And please stop worrying about me, I'm fine." He gave Ruuben a small reassuring smile as an attempt to drive his point home. "I can help walk you to a hospital if you need it." The teen offered. "Oh, and I'm Caleb...by the way."
Location: Park Row/Crime Alley
With: Some guy...meta? Ruuben...
Thoughts: Why is he more worried about me? I'm not the one who's injured.
OOC: Shhhh!! He doesn't know that XDD
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2016 5:29 am
We're not just dreamers, we're the kind that comprehend
We gather up our forces, he's busy hearing voices again
Pneumonic screamers came to gather up our friends
If giving in is pointless, then get out of bed or this might be the end
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✖ Witch's Spirit Host ✖ Hero-ish? ✖ Finnish Graphic Designer ✖color
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Ruuben gave the younger boy an unamused look when he just told him that he should swing to the hospital, which was, like, exactly the thing he was going to do later, mind. "I know." He dryly replied, then sighed tiredly, "It could be a concussion but, I think it's just my usual headache again. Happens every time, not a fan of noises, I'm afraid." He didn't know where to start; the bruises, a possibly fractured left hand, or his headache due to his heightened sense of hearing. Ruuben might need to inform his boss about his condition and have his brother deliver his designs to get the job done. Assuming that Reima wasn't busy with his band career...
He wasn't sure if it was him having the language barrier, because the reason why he was worried about him was because of the fact that he looked really younger than him, all by himself, and in the alleys. Ruuben wasn't even sure if the boy knew how to handle himself, yet... He was twenty-four and still got beaten up by thugs. He only nodded when the young boy offered a walk with him in the hospital, since it sounded as a fair deal.
'Could you stop fidgeting over the child?!' The witch spirit was pissed as she exclaimed, 'You couldn't even take care of yourself. Even left that junk of medicine at home!' Ruuben massaged his temples again as he resisted the urge to not roll his eyes as Forde scolded him again, being petty and insufferable as usual. First of all, he forgot his pain relievers, he didn't intentionally left them in the apartment. Witch b***h.
'And don't you use that language on me, young man!' He was trying to look like a normal person without an ancient spirit being talkative in his head, yet he didn't have one second of privacy of his thoughts for once. He hated this life and someday he would just end up begging for someone to put out his misery. He wasn't joking. Ruuben then gave Caleb a small tiring smile, as if trying to reassure that there was nothing wrong with him. "Ruuben Korhonen, and um..." He trailed off, trying to make the introduction... less boring, "I just, well, kinda came back from Finland months ago. Just a share."
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You teenage believers, rallied up against the fence
Use weapons of clairvoyance, you adolescent strike force against-
Metallic deceivers from a planet far away
But when you read my fortune, are we running home or running free today?
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 2:26 pm
Caleb lifted an eyebrow at Ruuben, conveying that he wasn't fooling the teen in anyway. He saw him get pounded to a pulp with his own two eyes. If it isn't the concussion he should be worried about, then maybe the bruises that are blooming all over his face or his hand that he seems to be cradling against his body. "Still, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea. I don't have a mirror on me to show you, but you don't look too hot." he explained, trying to get this guy to agree to at least get checked out. "But hey, I guess its your life. Don't let me tell you how to live it."
After Ruuben introduced himself, even though Caleb accidentally already knew his name, he nodded a few times to convey that he got the message. "Wow, Finland. thats a bit of a trek huh?" Okay, he knew he wasn't the best at making small talk, but Ruuben hasn't told him to get lost yet so he counted that as a plus.
Eventually, curiosity got the best of him. Caleb saw Ruuben use...something to get those thugs off of him, even after his assist. He knew this probably was a bad idea, but he wanted to know if there were more people like him. Not exactly with his powers but...something. He's seen heroes popping up here and there, but they were just people taking up mantels like Batman and Superman. Theres got to be more people like him who are in hiding.
"Listen, don't take this the wrong way or anything but...I saw what you did back there...with the thugs..."
Location: Park Row/Crime Alley
With: Ruuben
Thoughts: I'm still curious about his powers...is he like me?
OOC: I'M BAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 6:45 am
We're not just dreamers, we're the kind that comprehend
We gather up our forces, he's busy hearing voices again
Pneumonic screamers came to gather up our friends
If giving in is pointless, then get out of bed or this might be the end
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rᴜᴜʙᴇɴ Kᴏʀʜᴏɴᴇɴxx
✖ Witch's Spirit Host ✖ Hero-ish? ✖ Finnish Graphic Designer ✖color
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"I know." Ruuben said it again since he felt that the teenager wasn't getting it. Because he wasn't stupid enough to pass out in the streets after some internal bleeding (if that's how biology works, that is), though to be fair, he could have maybe confused his sensory-overload headache with a concussion headache, but still. Nevertheless, he didn't argue with Caleb and just quietly nodded his head with a hum. He felt that the more that he argued, the more the teenager won't get what he was trying to convey. Ruuben would like to lay that blame on the fact that English wasn't his first language.
As the two boys walked together, he smiled cordially when Caleb commented about the topic of his home country, "Yeah, but I'm used with the trekking... if by trekking you mean traveling, I think? My father's an archaeologist, so he always wanted to invite me every time there are some discoveries going on." But of course, the reason why his father Kusti did that was because he knew that Ruuben loved anything that had something to do with traveling and using a camera. However, ever since the tragedy happened during the last excavation visit, Ruuben had been hesitant and had turned down his father's invitations more than five times. On one hand it felt it was for the best, but on the other hand, he felt horribly guilty for turning them down. Look, his isä is kind and he appreciated his effort of trying to make it up, but nowadays all it reminded him was the car accident and the pain from said incident. Also, when Forde possessed him and before he blacked out that year, Ruuben would like to say that it wasn't a gentle kind of possession and leave it that. His face went crestfallen as he thought about it, about how he missed doing it all over again without thinking too much about being a possible 'disaster magnet'.
That was how heroes like the Flash and Superman do all the time, right? They attract attention with their powers like a magnet, including the villains, even if they probably did not ask for it.
"Listen, don't take this the wrong way or anything but...I saw what you did back there...with the thugs..."
Ruuben froze as his face went pale, and he felt that his heart was on his throat. Oh God, he could just imagine it, Caleb actually witnessing what he had done to the thug. Why was he even with him? He was fully aware that Forde never liked lies, in fact, he knew that she despised deceit. But he couldn't help it, he wanted to shoot down the teen's bubble.
'There's no point of deceit if there's already a witness, dear boy' the spirit told him gravely, 'Tell him, or I will make you tell him for you.'
Ruuben felt that he knew what Forde would do when she said that, because sometimes when she tried to guide him with his powers by controlling his motor movments, something in his arms glowed like some glow-in-the-dark runic tattoos. Also, there were times that his own brother Reima literally pointed out that sometimes, his eyes seemed to flicker like a broken lightbulb especially when he wasn't wearing his glasses. He closed his eyes lest that it might actually do that again and replied with a nervous voice, "I-I don't know what you're talking about." He was starting to get the feeling that he forgot how to breathe, and his voice just gave the tone of his fear of him about his powers being exposed.
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Translation:
isä = father
also congrats Caleb, you kinda sent Ruuben to a panic attack || {ATTIRE} || {THEME SONG} || {PROFILE} ||
You teenage believers, rallied up against the fence
Use weapons of clairvoyance, you adolescent strike force against-
Metallic deceivers from a planet far away
But when you read my fortune, are we running home or running free today?
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 8:43 am
Caleb listened silently and nodded at the appropriate times, trying to be polite and all. He guess he called it a plus that he was getting this guy out of his shell a little bit, getting him more comfortable around him. But after he brought up the guy's abilities, he might as well have started right back at square one by the way he seemed to tense up and get pale in the face.
Of course he denied it at first, saying he had no od a what he was talking about. If he was in Ruuben's position, he would have too. He wouldn't want someone he didn't know knowing that he was a meta. He didn't want that kind of attention. And by the looks of this guy, neither did he. But he had to know, despite how nervous Ruuben seemed to be.
"Hey, hey! Relax...I get it. Not wanting people to know you have abilities. Not wanting that kind of attention. Believe me...I get it. Your secret is safe with me" Caleb knew he kind of indirectly revealed his status as a meta as well, but what else could he do to prevent this guy into going into a full blown panic attack?
Location: Park Row/Crime Alley
With: Ruuben
Thoughts: Oh no…should I have even brought it up?
OOC: Unintentionally though.
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