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If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest have to drown too?
[ ლ ]—The girl gave a few hurried blinks at the sudden question, before shaking her head with finality. “No! The heroic thing to do would be to save the drowning swimmer!” She had a hand to her waist and a finger pointed at the other. “Hero Logic.”
cyrusmaximoff:
Eyes filled with admiration as he watched the girl. Truth to tell, Cyrus wish he had the guts to pull of a stunt like that. Maybe he should really work on his self-esteem and in no time, he could definitely pull something like that. After all, he was a son of both heroes so he does believe he had the capability of doing that. Wait, i think i know you. Eyes blinked rapidly as he took a good look at the girl. Sure, he had seen her before but the question was…. where or when? “Hm. Do i know you? I am pretty sure i have seen you before, just can’t remember where.” his eyebrows furrowed, eyes still glued to her, frustration conquering him as his memory seemed to be failing to remember the girl. But she was really familiar. “Hm. Who are you again?”
[ ლ ]---Still basking in the glory of her heroic deed as her pink cape billowed in the wind, Troian barely caught the question thrown upon her. “Hm?” Her brows furrowed at his recognition, the gears in her brain trying to match his face with a name, yet she came up with none. Surely she would’ve remembered him if they have chanced upon each other once--the Baby Torch never really forgot those she had met even for just moments. But, that could be settled for later. “I’m Troi. Troian Storm.” She beamed, offering a hand to shake. “I don’t think we’ve ever...” And then it hit her. Could it be that this boy...”Wait--Do you...Watch Youtube?”
dallonhart:
Furrowing his brows, a slight hiss passed by his lips. “It’s not even bleeding that bad. You’re making a big deal over nothing. Honestly.” Okay, maybe it was him who should’ve been a bit more concerned. He was always the type to play soccer with such a competitive nature. So of course he’d suffer more than a few cuts and bruises. Nothing he couldn’t handle.
[ ლ ]---"What do you mean it's not bleeding that bad?" Troian really needed to find her soccer chill. Dallon wasn't the first one in her roster of accidental injuries, and she was getting tired of having to have to bring everyone to the infirmary almost every after pratice. But no, that is what heroes do--help fallen comrades especially if they were the ones who have caused the injury. "My hankie's all red already!" Her brows furrowed in concern, her hands firm as she applied pressure on the wound on his knee with her handkerchief.
frankiestorm:
francesca was not a big fan of text messaging. as a teenager, she’d annoy her friends with the need to make phone calls or to actually meet up because there was no other way to contact her. she dials back the instant she receives the last of the messages.
“baby torch!” her voice is excited as it always is when it came to her sister, “i’m about to go out and get a caramel sundae–weirdest craving, i know–did you want to come? i have to show you the latest ultrasound! bash thinks it looks like a lightsaber. how is that even possible?”
[ ლ ]—-Troian didn’t even miss a beat in answering her phone the moment her sister-specific ringtone blared out in her room. She knew of her sister’s aversion to texting--and really, she could’ve gone and called her up first, but god knows she already exceeded her credit--but mostly, she was just excited to hear her beloved sister's voice.
“If you’re inviting me!” She sounded as giddy as always, bright and bubbly as her syllables were intertwined with momentary giggles. “And anything can look like a lightsaber to Bash because he’s a nerd.” One could almost hear her pouting beyond the line. “But I’m betting the baby would be cute--the Torch genes are ultra mega strong!”
“I studied for this test all week! How did I only get an 8%?”
[ ლ ]—Her brows were stitched together in concern for the other’s dilemma, her bottom lip jutting out as her brain worked an acceptable logic for the phenomenon. “Maybe you didn’t call out your attack loud enough.” She suggested, sarcasm absent in her tone, her hand clutching her own most recent test, marked with a perfect score. “That always works for me.”
“I have a near perfect GPA, but that apparently means nothing if my shorts are too short.”
[ ლ ]—”That’s an injustice!” Troian practically shouted (in the middle of the hallways, no less), her brows furrowed in utter concern for her friend. She had always believed that one’s state of dress must never be equated to their entirety (seeing as her father ended up burning his clothes every so often), so of course she felt personally offended at the girl’s dilemma. “Come.” Without further ado, she had her hand clasped upon the other’s wrist, pulling her along as she stomped her way towards the dean’s office. “This should not go unresolved!”
summersalexis
[ ლ ]---[ ' she was careful in her movements, steps light and voice low so she would not wake the girl they assigned as her roommate--not yet, at least ] Hey there Heroes in Training! You're coming with me to witness as I reveal who my new roomie is! [ ' she put a finger to her lips, almost as if to tell her viewers to be quiet, camera up and ready as she tiptoed around ] The time is...2am, and I'll be seeing my dear roommate for the first time today. Ready? [ ' swiftly, troian flipped the covers over, pointing the video camera at the unsuspecting girl, the light from her phone the only thing illuminating and revealing the identity of the-- ] ...wait. [ ' the girl squinted in the darkness, auburn eyes blinking in disbelief and familiarity at who she had unraveled ] Lexi?!
sbxwhite:
Steven hadn’t thought she’d take it as a challenge. He’d simply pointed out that one simply couldn’t wear their roller blades while going down a flight of stairs, as skilled as they may be. It was unsafe, and dangerous, especially to those who wore capes that were long enough to be a potential tripping hazard. He panicked, of course, and was afraid that she actually would make an attempt. “I – please, no, don’t – that wasn’t…a challenge…” He turned red, more embarrassed at his apparent inability to string words together in her presence than anything else, especially during such a crucial moment. “I can…carry you down? I don’t mind! Just…don’t try skating down a flight of stairs, please.”
[ ლ ]---Troian wasn’t having any of his warnings, really. It wasn’t as if it would be her first time rollerblading down a flight of stairs, and most of her experiences with the deal only led to a gash on her knee at the very worst. And those injurious moments usually involved unforeseen circumstances like a pen on the ground or a random student suddenly zooming by, so the youngest Storm was quite confident that she was going to be victorious with this feat. “You worry too much. Mr. Steven!” She offered him her most reassuring grin, patting him on the back before leaping up to the stair railing, her blue polka-dotted cape swooshing behind her as she gracefully slid down the single flight. The skid of her wheels rubbing against the metal rail provided music to her little show. “And--” She added an extra bend to her knees as she approached the last bit of the railing-- “Hah!”--gracefully leaping out into the air and landing perfectly on the tiled floor with a little twirl added for flair. She should remember to thank Bash for helping her recalibrate her wheels. “Ta-dah!” Her grin was cheeky as she turned towards her friend, raising a V-sign to celebrate her success. “Challenge won!”
