While out on patrol, Genos was having a difficult time finding any trouble. He did, however, find someone loitering in a park.
Now that would sound a bit absurd to anyone else-- parks were made for... being in. But this person seemed like they lived there.
“You, this part of town is dangerous. Don’t you have anywhere to go?”
W-City was pretty nice at night. For the most part, Zombieman felt he could get in a midnight walk without being bothered. That was all he really wanted, a chance to get in a few smokes and to collect his thoughts-- a break from training and hero work. Best time of day for a guy like him.
He whistled as he walked through a dimly-lit park. He liked that it was just a little unkempt. The way the weeds grew through the cracks of the pavement. The way the swingsets creaked in the breeze. The flickering path lights. The undeniable smell of cat piss. The idea of entropy was comforting to him.
He would have been more at ease, however, if he didn’t feel as if there was someone else around.
Catalina got right into her car, tears still on her face from the fight her and Nathaniel had. She didn’t have everything packed, but most things for her to bring to Claire’s house. Once she got Palmer’s text, she wiped her face and put his address into the GPS and instantly being there about ten minutes later. Catalina texted him a shy, here, knowing how this night would go.
Zu acordara sobressaltada, pensando que o despertador tinha-se esquecido de tocar. Era domingo. Ninguém precisava de despertador ao domingo. Para além disso, o sol só agora começava a raiar no Atlântico norte que banha o porto, e consequentemente a sua casa. Depois de um copo de água morna, e de vestir um dos trezentos bikinis que se encontravam jogados em cima de uma cadeira no pequeno quarto, saiu para o porto preparada para um mergulho. Não precisava de mais nada. Achava engraçado quando os humanos e até as outras criaturas levavam imensa coisa para a praia, quando a única coisa que precisam é de uma mente limpa. A convivência dos últimos séculos não lhe permitiu entendê-los melhor, infelizmente.
O tempo estava quente, ou pelo menos assim lhe parecia quando estava em terra. Tinha saudades do mar, de passar longas temporadas debaixo de água, mas sozinha... era estranho, perigoso até. E se há coisa que Zu tem, é cuidado consigo mesma. Raramente se coloca em situações de perigo, a menos que seja para defender uma ideia ou para alcançar um objetivo. Acho que isso se aprende com os anos. Seiscentos serão suficientes?
Estava perdida em pensamentos sobre o oceano e o local de onde vinha, quando chegou ao pé da água. Aproximava-se dela com um sorriso nos lábios quando ouviu uma voz atrás de si.
Kaz didn’t get sick often, but when he did, he hated just laying around. At the moment, his body wanted nothing more than to dissolve into his mattress and shut down until he felt better. (If he’d ever feel better, he tried not to think.) But keeping himself cooped up in his room in the mansion, catching the sympathetic looks from his housemates and being unable to tell what they were feeling, was driving him out of his skull. He needed to get out, needed to do something.
He ended up in the grocery store, leaning heavy against the buggy in front of the pharmacy section. He stared at the flu-medicine selection with narrowed eyes, wondering if any of this stuff would do anything to combat his symptoms. This wasn’t exactly the normal flu -- the normal flu didn’t take your goddamn powers away -- but it was behaving similarly to it now. And, hey, it couldn’t hurt to try, right?
He reached out, picking a medication at random and attempting to read the details on the back. The words seemed tiny. He wondered who could possibly decipher them. Glancing to the other person in the isle, he decided to ask.
“Hey,” he started, walking towards her, “Do you think you could…” he stopped, squinting his eyes. She looked familiar. He knew he knew her. She turned, giving him a better view of her features, allowing his sluggish mind to catch up. “Regan?”
"Okay sis, where do you want to go first?" Ryan asked, as he popped up next to Cheyenne at the agreed upon meeting place. He knew that she was probably antsy to get off campus and get a change of scenery and he felt bad knowing that he hadn't been able to do that for her on Monday. He was hoping to make up for it now however with a few hours of shopping and doing whatever it was she pleased. He owed her that much at least. "I'm serious, the world is your oyster– Well, maybe not the world quite yet, just the city limits, but anywhere you want to go or anything you want to do just say the word and we're there." If it wasn't obvious, he was trying really hard here. He just hoped his sister would give into it. cheyenne-sterling
TAGGING → Ryan Sterling and Cheyenne Sterling [cheyenne-sterling]
LOCATION → Ryan’s Dorm
TIME FRAME → October 7th
GENERAL NOTES → They hang out and Chey ask for some advice.
Ryan was lounging on the couch, sinking into the cushions and dying from the food coma Cheyenne's dinner had put him in. He was enjoying spending time with his sister again and smiled at her as she flopped down on the couch, even if she did end up using him as a foot rest. "Moving is the worst idea ever." He agreed, resting his arms on her legs and leaning back against the couch. "Thanks for dinner by the way, it was seriously too good."
Cheyenne smiled with a content sigh, "You're welcome. I like that one because it's pretty easy but tastes like I did all kinds of amazing things to it," she said with a giggle. She laid content for a minute before she realized she may need her big brother's thoughts on something. She straightened up, crossing her legs underneath her as she continue to face her older twin. "So, you're a guy, right?"
Ryan laid back, relaxing and tapping his fingers along Chey's legs until she pulled them out from under him. That was rude, he had a beat going. But the next thing he knew she was throwing a rather confusing question at him. "Uh, yeah. Last time I checked I was one hundred percent guy." He replied, giving her a curious look and wondering just where exactly this trail of questioning was going to go.
Cheyenne sighed with a smirk. "Yeah I know physically. I just don't always think of you as a guy. I mean you're my brother." She started playing with the sleeves of her sweatshirt as she tried to form the question in her head. "So...I'm supposed to hang out with Sir Manny on Friday watching movies. And he placed a bet on it and...well...you know how competitive I am," she said with a smirk.
Ryan laughed at that. "I think being your brother affirms I'm a guy, I'm your male sibling." Not that she had any other kind, she was the only girl. He watched her play with her sleeves, noting it as a sign of discomfort or maybe nervousness. "Trust me, I know. But what does this have to do with anything?" He asked, still not fully comprehending what she was telling him. "What was the bet?"
Cheyenne sighed again. "Well, since we're spending all day watching movies, I asked him if he would watch my favorite romantic movie. He said he would, but he wanted to make it a bet. He bet whether or not he would enjoy the movie experience. Note - experience. Not just the movie. And there was some possible sexual undertone. And I hate losing. So, if you had given the same bet to a girl - or guy I guess - what would you be expecting? I just don't want to make a fool out of myself."
Ryan stared at his sister, the majority of his thought process boiling down to a, 'No.' He didn't know much about Manny aside from what he saw of him around school, but he seemed like a decent sort of guy. But also the decent sort of guy who slept with girls. Girls like his sister. No. He cleared his thoughts and tried to process this objectively, since it seemed like Chey was looking or real advice and not just messing with him. "It sounds a lot to me like you already know what he's expecting in this situation. I think that's sort of what's important here." Because he knew what he'd be expecting and yeah. No.
Cheyenne cleared her throat, "Well, yes. Logistically. But I mean...ok, we both know I don't have a lot of experience in /this/ part. I guess...as a guy...what would turn you on?" She knew this was a crazy conversation, and one she would have with Lidiana later. But she really wanted a guy's honest perspective. She knew that Ryan would give her that, whereas Chase would just give her a bunch of jokes.
Ryan was having an internal dilemma. One one hand, he wanted to help his sister and he knew impressing Dominants and winning bets was important to her. On the other hand, "I am not discussing my turn ons with you." Logically, he knew that being sexual was a thing she did, really he understood that and was totally cool with it. But it reached new levels of weird when she was asking him for advice on how to seduce guys, especially by using himself as an example. "Subtly." He finally spit out, feeling all sorts of uncomfortable with this conversation. "Be...don't be too much, but be...enough."
Cheyenne chuckled as Ryan completely shut her down. "Oh c'mon, Ryebread. I need ideas!" she joked and nudged his thigh with her foot. Her eyebrows furrowed at his answer - or lack there of. "That literally explains nothing." She sat up a little more, leaning in towards his direction. "Ry...I know this is weird for you. But it doesn't have to be. I just -- I just want to be normal. I don't want the past to tell me how I'm going to live. I'm 19 and a girl who has recently discovered her bisexuality. Sex is going to happen. I really need you to be okay with that."
Ryan was of the opinion that discussing sex shouldn't be this difficult. He did it all the time with various people without batting and eyelash, but with his sister it was just way weirder than he ever expected it to be. "I am okay with that, I promise." He took a deep breath and began again, actually trying to be helpful this time. "Be sexy, but not too sexy. You don't want to come on too strong, but you want to give him reason to want you. It depends on what gets him hot, it could be close proximity or touching him if he lets you. It could be making something innocuous look sexual, or making everything an innuendo." Hey look, real advice and it was only mildly weird. "And if all else fails, wear a push up bra." He shrugged.
Cheyenne smiled at her big brother as she listened to his approval. "Thank you. That means a lot." She listened to his advice, actually feeling like some of it was good. "I think I'm afraid I won't find that line. But, yeah, I get what you're saying. Oh, pushup bras are all I have. I wasn't very - blessed - in that area. So I do what every teenage girl does - fake it" she said with a devilish grin.
Ryan smiled back, glad that he could actually help her, no matter how strange it felt to do so. Never did he think he'd end up in this situation, but he found himself laughing all the same. "You don't want giant boobs anyway. At least I never do, I like a girl who's proportional." He shrugged. "Besides, I'm pretty sure most guys agree any cleavage is good cleavage. Right, do that too, show off your assets. Not like immodestly so, but enough to hint at what he can have. It makes you look more enticing." This was getting too close into a discussion of his turn ons territory so he stopped there.
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Cheyenne nodded, that had made sense. "I suppose boobs are boobs. My dancing limits me in that area, but I match throughout so I suppose that's a good thing." She giggled a little and continued to listen to the advice her brother had. She could see it - the uncomfortableness was setting in again. And she couldn't stop herself. "So...is that what you do with Joey? Make yourself inticing without being too easy?"
Ryan looked at his sister, "Hey, it's like I told you, you're absolutely beautiful. Any guy or girl would be lucky to get a piece of your action." He grinned, trying to encourage her. Though his grin stopped short as she mentioned Joey, and he looked down, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, the thing about being a Dominant, I'm not the one trying to look enticing. Mostly I find him enticing, then strip him naked and yeah no definitely not getting into this conversation with you."
Cheyenne smiled at her brother's compliment, "Thank you, Ryebread. That's sweet of you to say. I'm kind of starting to believe it too." Her grin didn't fade as Ryan continued to talk about Joey, humming in agreement. "Well, I guess to an extent. But even a Dominant has to be enticing if he wants the attention of a submissive. Can't leave all the work to us, lazy," she joked with a chuckle. "Oh come on!" she said, jumping a little in her place, "Just give me one thing. I will if you will."
Ryan laughed at that one. "Okay, you've got a point, we've for to make ourselves attractive too. But I'll be honest, I don't know what I've done to gain attention. Most of the time opportunity presents itself and things happen, or they come to me." He wasn't going to pretend that he really understood how things happened, but he found that whenever he felt the need to dominate, someone was usually there. Oftentimes, it was Joey. "Yeah, no. First of all, that offer only works if I actually wanted to know one thing. And second, Joey would flip out if I told you something personal about us." He pointed out, but his sister was nothing if not persistent, so before she could unleash her epic annoying sister powers (of which she had plenty) he gave her a bone. "But I will tell you one thing of mine, I like to tease them. Like bind them, blind fold them, have them shaking from need then draw it out even longer kind of tease them."
Cheyenne smiled brightly, "I always have a point." The smirk faded at the mention of Joey and being upset at knowing something so personal. She still wasn't over what he'd said, even though he'd apologized and she'd forgiven him. It was just too serious, too important. She decided not to say anything about it, instead clearing her throat as she listened to Ryan spill one of his 'moves.' "Ah yes, that is a good on," she snickered, licking her lips with a bright smile. "What if I tell you one that's not really sex based? I mean, it can be, but for the most part it's just a piece of me I've discovered that I really need?"
Ryan was oddly getting more comfortable with this conversation and he wasn't sure how he should feel about that. Seeing that he currently wasn't feeling totally put off by it, he figured that it was a good thing. So he smiled and laughed as Chey seemed to approve of what he'd shared with her. At her own proposal he nodded. "Okay, I can be cool with that. Tell me then."
Cheyenne sighed as she played with her sleeves again. "Ok, so don't freak out, okay? I told Jeff and he thinks it makes sense - I do too. But, I have..a little space." She let the words come out and cautiously looked up at her big brother through her eyelashes. "She is about 5ish and she likes My Little Ponies and Powerpuff Girls."
Ryan was a bit worried when she said not to freak out, and waited to see what she would throw at him. It was....not at all what he was expecting to hear. Reaching out, he placed his hands over hers so she's stop playing with her sleeves and gave her a smile. "I think it makes perfect sense to me." He told her honestly. After what their dad did to her, he imagined she wanted that piece of her innocence and childhood back. "It doesn't matter what you tell me though, I'll always accept you, Chey."
Cheyenne looked up as Ryan's hands stopped hers from twiddling. She smiled in relief as he didn't say anything negative or tell her she was weird. "Thank you. it helps. I mean, I think that's where Cheyentrums come from, honestly," she said with a laugh as she turned her body to snuggle into Ryan's shoulder. "Thank you for always accepting me. You always have. You're pretty dependable like that."
Ryan chuckled a little. "Now that definitely makes perfect sense." He wrapped his arm around her as she turned into him, smiling down at his baby sister. "Dependable, that's a new one." He didn't see himself as very dependable, if he was he'd have done something to help his siblings instead of standing in the sidelines, but he knew better than to get into that with her again. "I'm always going to be here for you. To give you advice, lend and ear, make you smile, whatever you need." It was important to him to be a good brother and take care of her now. "So like, does this mean I should get you a My Little Pony lunchbox for your birthday?"
Cheyenne nudged him with a smirk at his comment. Jeff and Ryan had always made fun of her little temper tantrums, but before she realized her little space, it was kind of her way of holding on to the childhood she was robbed of. "Maybe not the way you wanted to be," she said, leaning against him, "but you were. Honest." She looked up at him with a tilt of her head, "I know you will." She chuckled at his present idea. "Well, just stay away from toys. That's a special "little thing" from my mommy. That's right. Our birthday. What do you want for it?"
Ryan seriously got lucky with his siblings, he was convinced his were the best. He didn't think he'd be able to forgive someone as easily as they forgave him. He kissed her forehead, happy that she knew she could come to him. "Gotcha, no toys." That was definitely not a thing he was ever going to do then. "Yes, our birthday, it's like a month away." Then it was goodbye teen years, since when did they grow up? "Honestly, all I want for my birthday is kinky sex with Joey and probably a free shot to throw something at Jeff. So really, you don't have to get me anything. What about you, baby sis?"
Cheyenne hummed quietly to the kiss and giggled to the words of her big brother. "Yes, I remember our birthday. I was there," she joked, laughing a little as her twin's small list of wants. "Well, I can't help you with the Joey part. But I could maybe find things you could throw at Jeff and distract them so you can launch them." She sighed contently as Ryan asked her what she wanted. "I don't think I want anything. I've got everything I want."
Ryan laughed. "I'm pretty sure only Joey can help with the Joey part." As for the Jeff part. "Now that is an idea I can definitely get behind. If only we didn't run the risk of retaliation." There was no way Jeff was going to let them get away with that and not hunt him down in the hallway to tackle him. "Oh come on, that's a cop out. At least I was honest about what I wanted. There's got to be something, there always is."
Cheyenne laughed with him. "Well I would hope so," she joked as he mentioned Joey. "Oh, he would never retaliate on me. I'm too adorable and the fit I would throw would blow his mind." Cheyenne shrugged as Ryan pressed for more. "I guess I really don't know. I mean - I can buy anything I want. And Dad's leaving me alone which is legit the best present ever. Other than that...I want a collar. And that's not something I can get for my birthday. Because there's no one to give it to me yet."
Ryan raised an eyebrow at that. "My evil and devious little sister, this may have to be something we work on." The prospect of getting Jeff was just too good to pass up on his birthday, and well, birthdays were all about surprises. "If I could you know I would do something to help you out there too." He told her, rubbing her shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. "There isn't anyone even in the running? What about all those regular doms?"
Cheyenne smirked in a pretend innocence and giggled with a nod, thinking up all the ways they could get Jeff for their birthday. "I know," she said more solemnly as she cuddled further into his embrace. "I don't know," she said with a shrug, "None of them are anywhere near that - which is fine. But no one's even talked like it's going in that direction either. I just have to be patient I think. Don't see another choice at this point."
Ryan gave his sister a soft smile. It was harder for submissives, he knew. It was be claimed or go to the markets, and that was the last place he ever wanted to see someone he loved. "Keep the faith alive, someone's got to get there eventually. And well, they do say patience is a virtue." He never particularly had any, but he heard it was so. "You're amazing though, someone's going to realize what a great submissive you are and how much they need you. I just know it."
NOTES: In celebration of his birthday, Eileen and Harry spend a night out at a club // INCOMPLETE
Eileen: Eileen cupped her hand as she smoothed lotion down her arms- the effect was striking- A shimmering sheer coat that made her arms nearly iridescent. She did the same with her legs, rubbing the freesia scented body butter up so that it added shimmer to even her upper thighs, which disappeared beneath the tight skirt she sported. Leaning into the mirror, she added three gold embellishments beside her eyes- Her lack of make up was never underwhelming, as her natural beauty was enough for any event. Adding a swipe of mascara to her already lengthy lashes, she spun away from her own reflection, stretching within her loose tank top. Eileen made her way to Harry's room, long legs only more emphasized by her short skirt. She had chosen flats that prepared her for a night of dancing, but even that didn't tone down the aura that seemed to radiate from her. She pushed the bedroom door open without a knock- Dropping herself against the door frame as her arms crossed over her sheer tank top, the lace bra visible beneath the thin fabric, "Ready?"
Harry: After receiving the text from Eileen, Harry didn't know what compelled him to say yes, but after the long day he'd had, a good night out—with good company—was almost too tempting to pass up. After taking a quick shower and changing into some skinny black jeans and a loose white t-shirt, Harry was getting into his boots when the door swung open unexpectedly. His head shot up and his eyes landed on an always seemingly smug looking Eileen leaned against his doorframe "You could knock next time, you know" he said, lacing his boots up before running a hand through his freshly washed hair and grabbing his phone and wallet off the table, stuffing them into his pocket and walking past Eileen into the hallway "Ready as ever" he said as he turned around on his heel, facing Eileen as he took careful steps backwards with a playful smirk on his lips "Come on, let's head out—" he said before turning around again, heading down the stairs.
Eileen: Eileen snorted out a breath, "You didn't knock last time-" She reminded him, her eyes sparking with mischief as her lips pursed together and her brow raised in bemused acknowledgement of their last 'mishap' of a run in. Her lips pulled back to show her teeth as she grinned at him, "We're somewhat even now-" She quipped, and she didn't move when he brushed past her. It was almost infuriating at times, the way she moved and acted as if she had the absolute right to be doing exactly what she was doing- Whatever she was doing. That often meant others went unacknowledged, but it also meant she got shit done. Eileen pushed herself off of the door frame and started after Harry, and as he turned around to speak to her, she couldn't help it- She felt her lips twitch as a small laugh tumbled from her lips. It was sweet, and forgetful- As if she'd found genuine enjoyment in his smile. Eileen nodded in agreement as she caught up with him, "Where's your bird, then?" She piped up as she brushed past, "She's going to let you out?" She teased plucking the car keys from the side table and holding them out to him, "I don't drive-" She explained brusquely as she waited for him to accept the car keys from her.
Harry: "Alright…alright, fair enough" he nodded with a smirk at her reminder, raising his hands slightly in feign defeat as he stood up, keeping his eyes trained on Eileen before he walked out of the room. "Even? Is that what you're playing at, Eileen Ray?" he teased, as they started towards the front door, turning to look at her when she caught up to him. He watched her as they walked, watched the way she held her chin up high and practically radiated an aura of confidence, a confidence one couldn't help but find irresistibly charming. As soon as she asked him about Ayden, Harry's brows pulled up and a coy smirk was drawn on his face "Ayden's not feeling too well, so she's in bed" he said "Let me out? You make it sound as if she has me tied on a leash" he said with a low scoff, looking down at her hand when she paused to hand him the car keys "By the end of tonight, I don't think either of us would be fit to drive" he said, taking the car keys from her hand and placing them on the side table again "We'll take a cab" he said, leaning to reach for the door knob behind her, his face moving closer to hers "I want to make this night a good one, Ray" he said, the corner of his lip pulling up to form a smirk that was laced with smugness and bad intentions.
Eileen: Eileen clicked her tongue against her teeth, "Playing at?" Eileen scoffed, "The games I play are the ones I win-" She breathed, lowering her voice as she heaved out the last sentence, tucking her bangs behind her ear as she followed after him. Eileen smirked at Harry as he commented on her choice of words and she easily quipped, "Leash? Your words not mine, babes-" She threw back at him before shrugging at his suggestion to take a cab, "Whatevs-" She dumbly quipped, her fingers automatically flinching and firing as the nerves and muscles tightened in the anxious reaction she had grown quite accustomed to. In fact, she hardly even noticed the way her digits curled together at the mere thought of sidling down the street in a vehicle. She didn't flinch as he stepped to her, but her brain whirled a mile a minute, "Lucky you're with me, then-" She responded coolly, flicking at the silver chain that hung beneath the neck of his shirt, "Lucky you." She repeated, her eyes staying locked with his before she slid from beneath his gaze and stepped into the night air, her loose shirt blowing in the chilling air. She paused, keeping her distance from the road's edge, "Just gonna wave one over then-" She started, lifting her arm and hailing a cab, almost too easily for her taste. She shook out her discomfort and tossed a smile back at Harry before she yanked over the door and slid in- Not waiting for him to attempt the 'gentleman act'. She wasn't going out with him to be pampered and primped- She had something much, much better in mind.
Harry: "Is that so?" Harry teased with a bemused smirk, turning to look at Eileen and the way the corners of her lips pulled up into a smirk when she teased him about Ayden. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes flickering between hers "No leash" he simply responded. As she shrugged and turned again, he continued to watch the way she moved and the way she spoke, as if she was always off in her own world. If he hadn't assumed so earlier, her actions and movements confirmed or insinuated that she really didn't need anyone. She wouldn't belong to anyone. Even if you had her, or thought you had her like Mitch did, you wouldn't really. She was unattainable in every sense of the word but Harry knew better than to go there. He didn't mind the games because he knew they were games. She was having fun and so was he. That's where it stopped "Indeed I am—" he responded to her, eyes flickering between her blue ones as she playfully flicked at the silver chain around his neck. He leaned in even closer before he pushed the door handle down, pulling the door open. He waited for her to step out before he followed suit, catching up with her to the edge of the road. Before he could even say anything else, she'd already had a taxi stopped. As soon as she slipped in, Harry slid in after her and shut the door behind him before he gave the man directions to where they were headed. And with that, they were off. Harry stared out the window as the car drove through the dimly lit streets of London, his mind wandering off to his girlfriend and what she must think of him venturing off with another girl on the eve of his birthday. Spending his twenty second birthday in bed sounded too depressing for anyone in any given state, and since everyone else was either asleep, sick, or nowhere to be found…a little night of fun never hurt, he figured. Or at least, he hoped.
