i can go the distance.

31. UFC Welterweight champion.

[herc-demirci]

princesselyonbrown​:.

Elyon froze when she saw who it was.  “I…um.  I… didn’t mean to interrupt you.  I…I’ll be going” she said quickly turning around.

“Interrupt?” Herc frowned at the girl’s response, worried he had scared her. “Sorry, really!” He said hurriedly, scratching the back of his head and feeling a slow, apologetic smile form on his face. “Take the long road if you need to cross the street, the dust is not worth it.” After the words had left his mouth he wondered if he sounded even weirder than he looked.

[herc-demirci]

bubbly-ris​:.

“It… was definitely a sight,” Arista laughed as she nodded gently. She didn’t want to say it looked ridiculous, but it kinda did. She gave a brief pause when he asked more about it. She was more used to people telling her to talk about something else or just ignoring what she was saying. “Uh… I don’t know, I guess it’s just such new music I wanted to listen to it, but I also really wanted to read the book?” She chuckled, shrugging. “That’s pretty impressive. I mean, an album’s usually around an hour, right? If I could read a book that fast, I would love to.”

Her laugh was easy to follow along to; Herc shook his head in amused disbelief at himself. It was nice finding company that would laugh along with you rather than at you. “I’ll take your word for it.” He nodded along at her explanation and grinned, his eyes going from his headphones to hers. “I’m curious now. I’ll share mine if you do too.” Hercules offered his set out to her. “I did a lot of CliffsNotes back in my day. You could use that as a starting point?” He chuckled, an idea popping into his mind. “You know... a good friend of mine spent most of his time doing playlists to match the workouts he wanted. Maybe you could match a list of songs to go with the mood of the book like a soundtrack.” He hummed in thought. “Maybe a similar atmosphere will be a good thing for focusing.”

[jardindebuganvilias]

Sometimes it be like

[princesselyonbrown]

“Is there anyone back there?”

[herc-demirci]

“No!” He coughed out, dusting himself off as his feet finally came in contact with the street again. “Just me, I mean. Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Hercules pointed back at the empty lot with the semi-abandoned construction and shot her an embarrassed smile. “Not like it isn’t obvious, but that is not a good shortcut.”

[hxmmerhexd]

Drew turned to his drummer, swinging his hand in front of his neck as he waited for the noise to die down. “Someone get this wanker out of here,” he pleaded into the mic, staring down the commotion in the crowd.

[herc-demirci]

Herc had been inside the venue for a couple of hours, so far he’d enjoyed the music and the atmosphere– never mind the looks he got over his sparkling water. "Come on, man, stop kidding around.” That was until this one dude decided he wanted to reenact Coyote Ugly and kick everything off the bar. After pleading to the “dancer”, Herc heard the singer’s voice over the loudspeakers and decided not to wait around to see how much longer would security take to deal with it. “Alright, you’re done with the curtain call.” Careful as to not unsettle the man even further, Herc graciously managed to carry him off the bar and over his shoulders; he had set him down just in time for the dude to run off towards the bathrooms. Hercules looked around and sighed.

[herc-demirci]

bubbly-ris​:.

“Maybe.” Arista nodded slightly, pressing her lips together. “Yeah, no problem.” She smiled, chuckling as he drank half of it in one go. She put it back inside her bag ( she’d fill it back up later ) and shrugged. “Oh, I’m sure anybody would’ve done the same.” She hoped they would have, anyway. Even if she knew a lot of people wouldn’t have. “I was halfway reading, halfway listening to some new music,” she replied, lifting both the book and the headphones. “Kinda hard to do. I think I might have read the same page 5 times because I wasn’t really comprehending what I was reading, you know? I should probably stop listening to music while I’m reading, but -” Was she rambling? She felt like she was rambling. And she was 99% sure she was blushing now, too. She adjusted her glasses as she cleared her throat. “Sorry. You definitely didn’t ask for all that.”

"I think laughing at me would’ve been more like it... not like I could blame you, did it look as ridiculous as it felt?” He felt the pressure in his head alleviate just a little, his eyes resting over the objects she was holding out as he tried to make out the fuzzy shapes into letters. “Oh, yeah, absolutely get it; sometimes I can’t even focus on the music even if that’s the only thing I’m doing.” Herc smiled and shook his head. “I should’ve, though. I want to hear more about it. What was it that had your mind split in half?” He hummed in thought for a moment. “Well, you could stop doing that or keep taking shots at it until you’re practically reading a book per album.”

[herc-demirci]

bubbly-ris​:.

Arista was a bit confused until he started trying to correct his words. She was going to chalk it up to the lamppost. “Oh, oh, god, yeah. Please,” she scooted over on the bench, “please sit. Here.” She pulled a water bottle out of her bag and lifted it to him. “I’m Arista. Or Ris, either one. It’s nice to meet you Herc.”

“Will do. It’s probably for the best I stop trying to interact with the environment.” He decided to focus on fixing his hair out of his face, though he knew that wouldn’t do much to help cover what he was sure was a reddish hue over his cheeks. Once he was finally sitting down, he took notice of the bottle. “Thank you, Arista.” Herc smiled at her, carefully accepting the bottle before taking a very needed drink; he stopped himself just in time to not go over half of its contents, offering it back. “And– uh, what were you up to? I mean, beside being the most considerate person I could’ve run into after this.” He chuckled.

[herc-demirci]

bubbly-ris​:.

“Okay, good,” Ris smiled, nodding softly. The smile grew a tad concerned as she saw him wince, though. “I would say no teeth lost is a good thing, yeah.” Arista couldn’t help but smile when she saw his smile. “No, I can’t say I’ve run into a lamppost. But, uh, if I ever do I’ll let you know.”

“No. Please don’t.” Herc laughed softly– until he realized how that sounded like. His eyes widened in panic. “Wait. What I meant was please don’t run into anything. I hope you have better luck than I did. I swear I usually make more sense when I haven’t just been hit in the head, sorry.” He sighed out at himself before shooting her an apologetic look. “Anyway, hey! it’s nice to meet you. I’m Hercules– Herc, just Herc.” The man chuckled, fighting the urge to find support on the lamppost as some stars appeared out of the corner of his eye.

[herc-demirci]

bubbly-ris​:.

Arista brought her hand up to cover her mouth as she tried to stifle the laughter threatening to bubble over. She didn’t know if it was the look on his face or the attempted explanation that made her find the situation so humorous, but she was enjoying it a little too much. “Are you okay? Last time I checked, running into a lamppost doesn’t feel the best.”

He appreciated the effort but, with one look at her expression, Herc ended up letting out a light, defeated chuckle of his own. “Y-yeah! It’s nothing.” He touched the side of his face and winced; though he’d be completely healed by morning, the swelling would be a bother for at least a couple hours. “Probably nothing... no teeth lost always feels like a win, you know?” As to establish the fact, he shot her an amused smile. “I’ll take you’re saying that because you actually have common sense and haven’t had this happen to you.”

[herc-demirci]

finnegan-rider​:.

“I’m sorry, did you just tackle that post?” Flynn asked, cutting straight to the chase. He’d been walking down the darkening street, on his way home to shower before work, when he saw the man. “That looks like a heavy post…” He added, giving it a tentative kick and seeing how the metal barely wobbled. “You don’t look like you need water, you look like you need a beer.” Flynn replied, giving the guy the once over. “Two, actually. One to drink and and a cold one to put against your face, because I’m guessing you’re one of those guys around here with, ahem, special abilities, but I bet taking a pole down with your face can damage the skin.” 

“It’s fault for coming out of freaking nowhere.” He immediately slapped one of his hands over his face to shut himself up... and immediately winced in pain. “Maybe the screws were loose...” That was as much thought as he could put into his explanation, listening to the man continue talking. Herc slowly drew his hand back, looking at him with slight confusion. “What do you mean one of those?” Maybe he knew about his uncles and father? He had only learned about the extent of their abilities when he was 18, but it still didn’t make much sense to him– nor why any of them would be so keen to let people around here know about their powers. Perhaps he was close to them? “The only thing bruised here is my ego.” The man joked in a weak voice, cracking his neck. “I don’t drink, but anything with ice sounds like a great idea. I appreciate it, man.” He smiled at the guy, grateful to have stumbled upon a friendly face. “I’m Hercules, by the way.” He blinked a couple of times before shaking his head with a slight groan. “I’d say it’s nice to meet the two of you but I don’t think that’s the case.”

[herc-demirci]

bubbly-ris​:

Arista had her head down in a book, headphones in as she listened to a new album. It was only when she saw the man running towards her that her headphones came out in time to see the lamppost start to fall. “It’s… over there,” she replied, pointing over to it. “We’re just… not gonna talk about what just happened?”

“Thank you! You’re a... ah! Lifesaver. Yep.” Herc wondered how many seconds he would be able to focus on the water fountain before the moment grew even more awkward. Just about now. He could feel his face glowing red in embarrassment as he turned towards the woman, offering her an ashamed smile. “That? Well, that– I’m not particularly proud of my observation skills.” He blurted out, hoping his half-assed attempt at diverting the situation would work. “There was a boomerang thrown around and the rest is, well, history?” Herc pointed to the bruised side of his cheek.

[herc-demirci]

tinker-tessa​:.

Tessa was sitting on top of a grassy hill, munching on a small bag of gummies and watching the scenery before her. The gentle breeze caressed her face as it blew by, causing each gummy she popped into her mouth to taste better than they usually did. There was a group of kids that caught her attention because they reminded her of when she attended camp with Peter. The way they teasingly threw their boomerang at every unsuspecting adult, causing them to run into the light pole made her chuckle. She wondered how long they could keep it going, and if she had enough gummies to last her through their time at the park. The shenanigans went on for about another hour more; each unsuspecting victim was funnier than the last. It wasn’t until the very last individual that she actually felt bad about, causing her to drop some gummies in surprise at how hard he whacked into the light pole.

As Tessa was about to stand up to make her way over to the guy, she realized she didn’t feel like half stumbling down the hill to get to him. So she did the only thing she could think of doing, with a tight grip on her bag of gummies, she laid back and yelled “INCOMING!” before rolling herself down the hill. About halfway through her roll was when the spunky blonde realized her grave mistake in miscalculation and ended up going a lot faster than she had initially intended. From rolling down the hill and gently bumping into the man’s legs as she came to a sudden stop, she felt the entire thing had lasted much longer than the one to two minutes it probably lasted. 

“Uh, h-hey.” Tessa greeted, lightly laughing, looking up at the stranger and holding up her still clutched bag of gummies. “Would you like some gummies?” She offered an awkward smile, “I didn’t feel like walking down the hill, so…I thought rolling down would end up being faster. It was, but I came to check on you after that gnarly run-in with the pole you had and, well, ended up running into your legs instead.”

The next thing he knew, he was looking down at the ground... well, more like at someone lying on the ground. If there was a way to suppress an amused chuckle, Hercules had not been formally acquainted with it. “Hey, you.” Taking notice of the situation, he immediately offered out a hand to the girl. “Thank you, but I would rather just help you up to your feet.” Herc’s eyebrows slightly rose as she explained the reason behind her peculiar entrance. “Seems like we both had some weird clashes today. I just... I just hope they’re the only ones.” He replied good-naturedly; relieved that, with her rolling down the hill, she probably hadn’t taken notice of the pole. “So, uh, how many miles per hour you think you achieved down that thing?” He asked, trying to place his attention away from the threat of a headache.

[herc-demirci]

“Sir! Can you catch that?” That was the far-off scream that made him stop in his tracks, forget all about his run, and try to figure out what the voice was going on about. It didn’t take long for Herc to notice the flying boomerang that was headed his way. “You need an extra guy?” He yelled back, already springing into action. Smiling and feeling like a child again, he ran through the park’s very green– and very much freshly sprinkled grass; to try and catch it. He had run a considerably distance and could see the toy starting to loose height... what he didn’t see, however, were his newly untied shoelaces and one of the park’s lampposts standing right in his way. It wasn’t until he felt cold metal on the side of his face that Hercules had to abort the mission.

Just getting out of his stupor and trying to get his head together, he had about five seconds to hold on to the post before it fell to the ground. Herc embraced the thing and, with one deep breath, pulled himself back until the post was standing upwards... mostly, kind of. He stared at the obstacle and sighed, ignoring the group of kids that laughed behind him as they retrieved their lost toy. “No harm done, nothing to see here.” Herc muttered to himself... so he thought. Brushing himself off, he had to forgo putting his earbuds back on, now forced to casually lean against the post with its light twitching out of control. “Oh, hey...” He looked at the person with a sheepish smile and prayed to all gods they had missed the whole thing. “Eh– you wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest water fountain is, would you?”