Ash nodded when the other mentioned headaches. “You...could call them that...” He chuckled, the sound sad, and a little defeated. He had also found that no painkiller done much for his head when Bones acted up. He just had...to work through it.
Ash blinked, somewhat confused. “I do... Is that...okay?” He tilted his head to the right slightly, like a confuddled puppy. Jaebum was...odd. Interesting. He could tell there was more than him that met the eye, and that fascinated him. Ash had a feeling he’d be fascinated by a lot of people at the Institute. Ash was a natural people-watcher. He watched people as they walked by his old house through, and made stories in his head as to what they were doing, why they were going where they were going...and who they were. For a long time, that was all he was allowed... To see, but never experience.
The room itself was neutrally decorated, and came with a the ‘basics’. But what the Institute considered ‘basics’ was pure luxury for him. He smiled genuinely, soaking in the fact that this was, in fact, his home. There were couches, and a basic kitchen, as there was a common cafeteria, but even that was more than what he was used to. He wanted to check the bed... he couldn’t remember the last time he had slept on a real bed.... Back in his home city, he had lived off a very old, very uncomfortable couch, that he had stolen from a dump. Life had been hard, to say the least, before the Institute.
“Do...you want some tea?”
He wasn’t used to visitors, even if he was the one who offered. If he was to be honest, he hadn’t expected the other to agree. And he had seen people offer their guests tea.
Turning away from his guest, he dropped his backpack, which contained all of his personal belongings on the ground. For a moment, he forgot he had a visitor, and took off his large coat, which revealed a tee-shirt...and his heavily scarred arms. His arms were some of his most scarred on his body. On some areas, where he hadn’t healed properly, the skin was wrinkled, and the skin pulled in an unnatural sense. He couldn't remember having clean, non-scarred skin. Even growing up, he would always have some sort of scratch, or bruise...or broken bone.
He froze when it was too late to turn back. His jacket was literally only being held on by his wrist now, and it would seem out of place if he put it back on. Shakily, he removed the jacket, heavily aware that Jaebum could see his scars. He didn’t like people seeing his scars....They were constant reminders of his weakness. Every white line another time where he wasn’t strong enough.
Taking a deep breathe, he decided to try and make it seem as if everything was okay. But his acting was rusty, his shaky hand, and sweaty forehead was a dead-give away.
“So...” He sat down gently on the couch, his gloved hand rubbing over the material casually. “....What is there to do here...e-exactly?”
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Ash’s cheeks burned momentarily at the unexpected (if not...strange) compliment. “T-Thanks...!” He was completely unprepared for the compliment, and so, he ducked his head, his previous timidness appearing again.
Ash had an unnerving habit of staring at people when they talked. Not in a necessarily creepy way... He just enjoyed watching the way people’s faces changed and moved when they talk...and how those movements change depending on the subject being spoke about.
As Jaebum talked, he could hear, as well as see the distaste he had for his home... and something else, which made his brows crease ever so slightly. He wanted to know what the other was thinking. What had made him angry? Well, not really angry...Bitter? He barely knew the man, so he kept quiet, and chuckled when his hair was ruffled.
He nodded with the other as he explained, absently chewing his bottom lip. Could this be a place...that he could feel safe in?
[As soon as you feel safe...That’s when you’re dead. You should know this, dumbass.]
As per usual, when he had thought something Bones didn’t agree with, Bones punished him with a white-hot headache. Hot enough to make him stop in his track, and grab his head in pain as it passed. Shaking his head, and groaning, he kept moving, hoping the other didn’t notice...and that he didn’t miss much.
“Ah...I see.” His voice came out softer than he had anticipated. His hand ran through his hair, before fixing it quickly.
Just as he was getting used to his walk, his destination appeared. With Jaebum’s smile, he nodded, and grabbed his key from his back pocket, his hands shaking slightly. Pushing the key into the lock, and twisting it, he pushed the door open.
“Do...you wanna come in...?”
He could do with the company..that wasn’t the voice in his head.
Ash looked at his new potential friend with a very confused expression, before shaking his head. “N-No...I’m just nervous..” He laughed breathily, before the surprised expression returned to his face, before a genuine smile cracked onto his face. Shaking his head, he continued to smile.
“I-I don’t listen to any gossip…” He turned his eyes to Jaebum. “I hate gossip…” His eyes showed he had been the victim of gossip...It had ruined his life for a few years. Toxic rumours turned around his local area, of how much of a freak he was. He lost what few friends he had...and gained a few scars in the process. He couldn’t walk around his home without being sneered at, or people whispering while looking his way. So, on principle, he never listened to /any/ gossip.
Ash let out a surprised squeak as he felt Jaebum gently pushing him. He wasn’t used to physical contact. He smiled, and tried to relax...and not come across as even weirder than he already was. Nodding along with him, he blinked at the sudden barrage of questions. Lifting his hand, he counted off the answers.
“Sori.” One finger. “22.” Two fingers. “I-I can...do s-stuff with my skeleton.” Three. The fourth question brought up a blank in his head, and as such, he dug around in one of his many pockets before producing a very quickly scribbled note. “Mutant Psychology, First Aid, Mutant History, Defence Practice and….” He squinted at the wrinkled piece of paper. “Visual Arts.”
He smiled, before feeling a wave of sudden relaxation. “What...about you?” He hoped he got the idea that he wanted to know the answers to the questions he was just asked. “Um, extra question… H-How is it here? The people, I mean?” The anxiety returned as he remembered each beating he received at the hands of his peers, strangers...family. He didn’t want to be another victim.
It was that dreaded boredom. That annoying, itching and frustrating boredom that had reared its ugly head and had Tox practically twitching every time he sat down. It was that same boredom that had him going down his contact list and getting lame-ass excuses from everyone on the fucking planet. Expect for one. That one person who Tox hasn’t really hung out with but was still interested by.
Ash.
Yep. He was perfect. Nice, quiet and amiable. Everything Tox wanted to see if he could push and nudge to see what reactions he could get out of the other. Even if half the time Tox never went through with any of his hair-brained plots to see if he might somehow get an angry or out of the norm reaction from Mr. Timid.
Ash was the reason why he was sitting down at some random food place, fingers drumming impatiently after he practically blew up the others phone and told him to meet him there. Spotting the front door open, its milliseconds before hes spotting the person he had been waiting for and hes waving, probably making more of a ruckus than he should as he calls out. “Ash! What the hell?! Took you long enough. I told you not to dilly-dally! What? You becoming the worlds next pokemon master? Without me?! How dare you! I’m bored out of my mind here!”
How Ash came to be Tox’s friend, he had no idea...Even to this day. He was the oil to his water... but for some reason, they clicked. With his trusty backpack attached to his back, he looked at his phone with a look of surprise and curiousity. Unfortunately for him, he forgot to stop walking, and let out a yelp as his body collided with a pole. Hissing to himself and rubbing his forehead, he grabbed his phone once again, looking at the text itself. He was a good 15 minutes away.... But he could make it.
“That’s gonna bruise, I know it...” Walking as fast as he could, he ducked and dodged the crowd that was pushing against him, accidentally putting his elbow in at least three people’s ribs. He hoped they heard his apologies. As he walked through, he managed to also trip over his own feet, sending his glasses flying from his face. Managing to duck and grab them before they were crushed, he took a second to catch his breath, and fix his glasses. His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing hard. As luck had it, he was just around the corner from his destination.
Finally pushing open the doors to the cafe, Ash nearly jumped out of his skin. Clutching his heavy jumper, he smiled as Tox went on one of his near famous speeches at this point.
“S-Sorry...there was a crowd...” He tried to catch his breath, but his three layers of clothing made it much harder. “O-Of course not...I would never do that w-without you.” He grinned, as he held onto his backpack with white knuckles (which were invisible under his gloves... but the fabric tightening around his knuckles gave him away.)
Ash’s eyes widened, and he lets out a small gasp as he was spun on his heel. He even let out a small squeak-like noise. Blinking quickly, he let out a chuckle. “W-Well... That explains why I couldn’t find it here t-then...” Ash nearly gave himself whiplash from the speed he turned his head, and gave a genuine grin. He was genuinely happy. Someone seemed to actually enjoy his company!
[Don’t get too comfortable around him, dipshit. He could easily stab you in the back, remember?]
[Not everyone is out to kill me...]
[And that is what will get us both killed.]
A large shooting pain dashed across his head, much like it always done when Bones, the other voice in his head (it was a long story), was unhappy with him. Which was often. Letting out a small hiss of pain, he grasped at his head, squinting his eyes. “Why...?” The question slipped from his lips, before he could stop himself.
Trying now to halt any questions that may arise, he nodded. “That sounds r-really cool...”
Ash began to move in that general direction, instinctively he kept his head down. He was never very confident....even less so after his power became apparent. Screamed at by his so-called friends and peers... by his siblings, he had learned how to become ‘invisible’. How to keep himself small, and unimportant. He had tried to convince himself before that he done it to be brave... but it was a lie. He done it so he wouldn’t get hurt anymore.
Slowing his pace, he cleared his throat.
“S-So...How...uh...H-How long have you been here? At the...Institute?”
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Jaebum was minding his own business (not really). For lack of a better activity to entertain himself with, he finds himself roaming the Institute for what must be the nth time. He really needs to get a new hobby, or rather, find himself a hobby other than drawing that he’d actually stick to. Or maybe he just needs more acquaintances actually from the Institute.
It’s not his fault that half the Institute’s residents were just so boring. Who wants to hang out with straight laced students who can’t handle a bit of grunt? Let’s not even talk about the stuffy Professors…
And… oh hey ~
Lookie, another new face. Haven’t had a fresh one for awhile now, and that has him curious enough to spare the male a cursory glance. Average enough. Doesn’t seem to have the ‘oomph’ unfortunately. He did favour people with stronger personalities, and this guy seemed like an all round introvert. At least, that’s what his body language told him… but this was the Institute. Everybody here was weird in some way, so best not to judge a book by its cover eh? I mean, some people are just real demons under it all.
His analysis of the man is getting along just swell when the man walks straight into him. He sees him coming, but being the ass he is, he decides to amuse himself by just letting it happen because, why not? Having prepared himself, he stumbles back a few steps upon collision, but manages to spare his rear. And amused he is indeed.
“Lost in your own world I suppose?” He grins toothily, squatting down to the man’s eye level, he playfully pokes the male’s forehead. “What’s got your head in the clouds Newbie-nim ~”
Ash blinked, confused, for a moment, staring at the boy leaning over him. Letting out a breathy chuckle, before cringing mildly at the playful poke. [I don’t like him.] [You don’t like anyone...Shuddup.]
Ash brought himself, rather clumsily, to his feet. Brushing himself off, he looked around anxiously for his small piece of paper that lead to what would be his home for the next...who knows how long. His gloves made it hard for him to pick up the paper, and after a few grasping motions, he finally had it.
“M-My name is Ash.” He tried his hardest to smile. He was so...awkward. He could feel his own awkwardness, and it made him cringe. “S-Sorry for b-bumping into you...” He ducked his head, respectively, before biting the bullet.
“I’m...lost.” He sighed, and smiled again, this time much more easily. “I was trying to find...” He looked at the paper again. “Room 8?”
Ash hadn’t realised that in his fall, one of his sleeves had rolled up, exposing his skin. Usually forearm skin is soft, smooth... but not his. Covered in layers of of rough looking scars, covering his entire skin, right under his gloves, and right up past his sleeves. There was barely an inch of unscarred skin. The scars were mostly white, and old... a few were pink, just in the last stages of healing.
“So...” He cleared his throat. “W-What’s your name?”
Ash walked through the Institution’s halls, grasping onto his bag like it’ll save him from some unknown force. He was wrapped up, every inch of him covered in some sort of cloth, despite the warm sun flooding the halls. He was completely out of his element here. There was just so many....people. So much more than he was used to.
And to start off his journey, he was now completely and utterly lost. Turning on his heel, grabbing at the scribbled note the receptionist had given him, his eyes scanning the sign posts, none showing anything he was needing. Where was he? Letting out a sigh, he hung his head.
“I’m so royally screwed....What idiot can’t find his own room?”
[You, obviously] Letting out a groan, he ignored the brash voice, so similar to his own, yet deeper, harsher. [You know you don’t need to comment on everything I say...] [Of course I do. I mean, what else am I supposed to do? You’re so fucking boring, Kibum.] Ash squeezed his eyes shut. [Don’t call me that.]
As he was having his inner conversation, he didn’t even notice he had begun to walk again...right into someone.
Reclining back, and falling back on his rear, he looked up in shock, grasping his bag.
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▶KIM KIBUM or ASH has the power of
▶︎BONE MANIPULATION. he was born in
▶︎SORI. he currently resides at
▶︎RAIN’S INSTITUTE and can be found in
▶︎ROOM 8.
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