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Post by Nikolai Elstov on Mar 10, 2012 4:59:08 GMT -5
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The tall man walked through the park slowly, hands in his pockets. Around wherever he stood the grass got a little more green. Slowly it changed, as Nikolai would not exert all his strength to one spot. His intention, to over time renew the life to this now dead and empty park. He could imagine how it would have been, beautiful with green grass and colorful flowers, with people enjoying time spent outside their homes. Kids laughing and running around like they should. But even as Nikolai had grown up in this area, it had never been so alive. He rarely saw many people show up there, and when he did they were never fun children. It was a disappointment, and today he hoped to start a change that would bring back that life to this place.
"Hmm... Who said this place was completely dead?"
His voice was quiet as he helped to prop up a small struggling tree. He couldn't do much for the tallest and largest of them, not without putting everything he had into it. He wasn't quite up for that tonight. This was a simple first step toward his plan. The middle of the night when he was sure nobody would arrive. He wanted to make this park more welcoming, like he was sure it had once been. But he couldn't just come in the middle of the day and use his powers all over the place. He could do small bits and never reveal himself. The pride of knowing he brought the area back to life would be good enough. He predicted it would anyways. He wasn't ever really satisfied with simple pride. His goal in life was to make a point to the humans, and just being proud of one thing like this wouldn't please him that much.
Nikolai moved along the edge of the park, making small progress before he began to get tired. Between it being late at night, and using his powers, all he wanted was to lay down for a nap. He took the hint as his head started to hurt and he started to feel sore. He couldn't do too much at a time here, the place was so large. Slowly he slid to sit down against one of the larger trees in the area. It was a dead tree, but he still had no intention of helping it now. He only leaned against it, looking around the park with a slight frown.
"It's too big. I can't help it all. Things will only die again soon after..."
He gave a small sigh. It was past midnight, and he was tired enough to just decide to give up. His decision may not last over to the next time he visited, but for tonight he was sure he could never make his plan work. Eyes closed, the large pale man fell asleep, holding a small yellow flower in his hand. He hadn't intended to sleep, but a small nap would be good.
The sun began to rise in the morning, forcing Nikolai to wake back up. The brightness overwhelmed him, but also woke him up much quicker. With an overly loud groan the large mutant stood from his spot, pulling his coat tighter around himself before looking around. What progress he had made was almost invisible. A deep frown came to his face.
"It will never work. It was a stupid idea."
Nikolai started to mumbled to himself. After that realization, he also realized it was in his best interest to leave. Especially as he saw another figure around the park. The man didn't want to be caught here, especially after his pathetic attempt to help and change the place. He was embarrassed, even if nobody else even knew that he tried. He hurried down the actual path, looking around quickly and almost too nervously. While looking the other way, the large male hadn't noticed another being using the same path for whatever reason. He didn't run straight into the person, but bumped their arm pretty harshly which broke him from his concentration elsewhere and brought his focus to his mistake.
"My apology." He mumbled, not too pleased. "But I do believe I had this path first." [/style]
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Post by peter anthony grayson on Mar 14, 2012 19:53:11 GMT -5
Who was actually up that this ungodly, early hour? The old soldier yawned quietly into his palm as he walked towards the dead park. Only a soldier could natural wake up this early. He wasn’t even on the job but his body had demanded to be awake now. He still felt groggy but that would wear off eventually. It seemed he would never grow out of his early waking habits… How bothersome. Maybe it meant he should have retired when he had the chance. However after letting the scientist change him into a synthetic mutant he doubted he could ever leave now. Peter shook away the ominous thoughts that began to surface in his mind. He’d chosen this for himself, and he couldn’t regret it ever. Besides in a war, both sides had the same amount of hate in between them. He didn’t need to think about that now; he was free to do whatever he pleased. The man took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
“What am I doing here?” he murmured glancing around at the rubble that littered the dead grass. Simply by being at the abandoned park was like an insult. He was old enough to remember the park when it was green and flourishing. Or had he dreamed of it that way? He blinked looking around at the shriveled trees. How young could he have been before the park began to wither away after a storm of hellfire? He couldn’t have made it up it had seemed too real. Peter sighed, spotting small patches of green on the land. Now he knew he was making that up. The sigh led to another yawn, a long one. He raised a hand to cover his mouth unable to keep his eyes open. The veteran barely noticed the figure coming his way before closing his eyes. Peter had been to busy looking at dead foliage to notice Nikolai coming straight at him. Even if he had, he probably would have second guessed himself yet again. “Hah?” was the only, sound the man managed as he opened his eyes to stare at the stranger.
“Isn’t this a public sidewalk?” Peter asked blankly, glancing around to see if anyone else was around. He wouldn’t put it past the angrier refugees to gang up on an older man. “Rather early for you isn’t it?” he added looking over the young man before him. He looked healthy enough, just young. Mid twenties possibly? A guy like that would be partying now wouldn’t he? Or at least trying to sleep off the night before. Attempting a friendly smile he asked, “Couldn’t sleep?”
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Post by Nikolai Elstov on Mar 15, 2012 2:22:28 GMT -5
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Nikolai's gaze focused on the older male. His interest grew as he watched the man. He hadn't expected to run into anyone, especially an adult. If he thought anyone would show up, he would assume it would be some curious kid disobeying his parents. But this man was older than Nikolai himself, and looked more like the rough type. Someone Nikolai didn't intend to start a fight with while still half asleep. And arguing over the ownership of this cracked sidewalk. It would be stupid of him, and now in this sleepy state he was actually trying to think. This person could be a human, which he would willingly take out if he could. But he could be a powerful mutant... it wasn't worth it. Nikolai really wasn't in the mood to be violent today.
"Public sidewalk? Oh.. I suppose." The large Russian looked to the ground, seemingly just thinking. "Doesn't change that I was still here first."
He wasn't willing to be wrong. No matter how tired or the fact that he had no desire to start fights, he would admit that anything would be his fault. Instead he began to walk forward again just to end the conversation before he would be cornered into admitting it. It was unfortunate in his mind to find the man continue to speak. And asking questions at that. Closing his eyes, Nikolai moved his hand through his hair, giving a small yawn. Nikolai turned back to the older man, a blank look on his face. He gave a slight shrug as he considered how to answer that. He had been here all night, but telling that would just make Nikolai sound weird. Who sleeps in a dead park all night when there was somewhere else to live?
"Early? Why would you consider this too early for me? As you said, this is a public place. I have the right to be here just as you. I could ask you the same question you just asked me." His voice was level and almost unemotional before he stepped forward. "But if you wanted to know why I'm here, I simply came to get away from the city and get away. This used to be a very nice place."
His gaze wandered a little as he laughed. Couldn't sleep? Well yes, he couldn't sleep last night, but he wouldn't admit that either. He didn't return the smile, it was difficult to get one out of Nikolai. People had been trying with him for a while and only getting close. He was a stubborn man who would rather anger people than show even a bit of compassion.
"And what brings a person like you to a place such as this?" Nikolai asked, "You don't really seem like a curious rebel child like I've seen around here. So I can't see what would cause you to want to come here. "
Hands in his pockets, he walked to one of the patches he had previously revived. He picked the largest flower with a smirk. "Isn't it interesting? This place used to look completely like this. I'm sure you'd know." He moved back toward the man. "But its been left to die by those mutants. You wouldn't be one, would you? I've only seen them around here lately."
He gave a face of false disgust. It was his normal act. He couldn't just randomly tell a human what he was. He laughed some and shook his head, giving a slight smirk at the other man.
"But you wouldn't tell me if you were, would you?" [/style]
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Post by peter anthony grayson on Mar 18, 2012 19:58:43 GMT -5
Peter paused for a moment, his expression going blank before he conceded the other a smile. “I guess that’s true too.” He agreed with a small shake. It was too early; he could afford to be the bigger man today. As the young man fired back his own question with a few more questions he grinned. For a person who seemed so tired, Nikolai was particularly snappy at the moment. Maybe the guy was like that all the time though. “It just seemed to me that you’re a little exhausted. Or sleepy, whoever you prefer.” The man explained easily. The man nodded slowly as Nikolai threw back his answers before replying, “You must’ve wanted to get away pretty bad, considering you said it twice.” He observed, watching his companion for a moment before letting out a chuckle. He could understand. Work was hellish at times, even worse when you knew you were in it for good.
“At least it’s in a state I can still picture it.” The male replied quietly, staring about at the dead grass and shriveled trees. Peter arched an eyebrow at the man, wondering where on Earth he had gotten his information from. “Rebel child? Most of those are farther away from town. Too risky and what not. Refugees hang around these ruins.” He corrected gently, hoping not to offend the other. “A change of scenery is good every once in a while.” The soldier explained vaguely raising his hands as he shrugged. Dropping his hands to rest on his hips he watched the other fiddle around wit ha lively looking flower. Peter stared in awe before quickly walking towards him. So he hadn’t been making it up! He stared at the flower for a minute making sure it was real. Sure enough, it didn’t shimmer and disappear or melt into the Nikolai’s hand. He snapped out of his surprise shooting the other an annoyed grin. “Hey, Hey, Hey. I’m not that old!” the brunette protested.
“My, my~ Packing a pair of iron balls aren’t ya? Not many humans wander around these parts. They’re too scared.” Peter replied looking back at the runt’s face. Not that he would say it out loud, but a man half his age definitely qualified as a runt. “That obvious is it?” he joked, before adding more seriously. “I’m surprised patched of green have appeared though. This place is deader than chivalry. Maybe those mutants have some aesthetic sense after all.” Peter countered not feeling much in the mood of talking about work. He wanted to go back to Nikolai and the park. Strange, both of them. “Take care of that flower, it’s unnatural.” The man continued. “Might bring you good luck or something, but it’s unnatural all the same. I suppose I could make a parallel to mutants in that way.” With that the man let out a yawn. Without being asked he added, “I’m too used to waking up before the sun is up. Even on off days the barracks’ schedule stills haunts me.” It wouldn’t matter what he said to Nikolai, he was just some kid that had wandered too far from home. CDAA7D
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