Stuck Like Glue { Ness Lee }

[Allister Hale]

[cs=2][atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]   never want to be alone never want to be alone never want to be alone
[atrb=style,border-top: 15.5px #0E2126 solid; border-bottom: 15.5px #0E2126 solid;][cs=2] Sneaking away from his parents, again, Allister found his way out and about in the lovely Gold Stage of Sternbild. He didn’t exactly look like he was a rich kid; given his raggedy style of clothing, but his parents were certainly a wealthy duo. A father that was a doctor, and, now that he had finished school, a mother as a college professor, they made an impressive income. His mother often tried to persuade him to wear more stylish and up-to-date attire, but he felt more comfortable hidden away in his frumpy layers of baggy hoodies and worn old jeans. With his out of place attire amongst the stylish upper class of the Gold Stage, many tended to drift away from Allister. He looked like a raggedy kid from the Bronze Stage, looking for a purse to snatch, or store to rob. There was a few times he was even stopped before leaving a store to cross check his receipt with the items on his person, or have his person searched. He was pretty used to it, but he still jumped every time a security guard shouted at him. In fact, he was picking at the ice on his hand from the last time a guard yelled at him right now. Situated on a bench in the Gold Stage Shopping District, Allister had just a couple of shopping bags next to him. Valentine’s Day was coming up, and since Allister was currently dateless, he figured it would be nice to get his parents a couple of presents, at least. For the young NEXT, the upcoming holiday wasn’t going to be Valentine’s Day, but the popular Single’s Awareness Day. It wasn’t exactly a reassuring, mood boosting thought, though. He shuffled through texts in his phone, trying to find maybe one of his ‘friends’ that could spend the day with him. Most seemed to be bragging about their hot dates and attractive partners, eventually Allister just put the phone away, giving up the search. Once he put the phone away, he was about to get up when he was suddenly knocked into but a couple of teens running pass him. He fell back onto the bench with a grunt, and was rather caught off guard. His body glowed for a moment, revealing his NEXT powers and it took a moment for him to realize that he had frozen his rear to the bench. He tried to push up from the seat, but he was definitely stuck. Looking down, he couldn’t see it all, but there were hints of ice around him, but most of it was under him, keeping him stuck to the metal bench. Frowning, the inexperienced young man shifted and squirmed a bit, but remained stuck to the seat. With a defeated sigh, he grabbed his hood and tugged it back up. After that, he hunched over in the seat he was stuck in to bury his face in his hands, elbows on his knees. Now it was a waiting game until the ice melted. Great.
[atrb=style,background-color: #0E2126; width: 100px;] tagged:	Ness Lee
[atrb=style,background-color: #0E2126; width: 100px;] comments:	woo, allister got stuck to a bench 8'D if i need to add anything for easier interaction, just say so and i'll do what i can, broski.
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[Ness Lee]

In the far corners of the alleys that filled the Golden Stage, the rattle of trashcans being toppled over could be heard. Most of the sound was muffled out by the carefree chatter of the citizens going about their business. However, if they stopped and listened, they would hear the cursing and clanging metal. In the alley, a young red headed woman was essentially destroying a garbage can. In a fit of rage she had begun to kick at it. With each kick a large dent became forever carved into the metal. Her figure was slim, but her kicks packed a punch. She wore a black tank top with a purple sleeveless vest jacket over it. The tank top stopped just above her mid drift, but the tank stop went a bit further down. Below that she wore loose khaki pants that fell down to just above her ankles. Her choice of foot wear was made up of simple black combat boots.

Looking over the dented and beaten can, she ran a hand through her short and tattered red hair. Both of her bright green eyes hovered over the empty alley. A few other trash cans had taken a hit from her tantrum as well. Sighing, she shoved both hands into her pocket and walked out into the bustling streets. As she walked, the woman was reminded of what had started her tantrum. Every where she looked there were happy couples or idiots blissfully awaiting their Valentine's date. It was all so stupid. Ness couldn't stand the thought of so many people happy and in love at the same time. It wasn't that she wasn't happy for them... She just wasn't happy for herself. Yes. Ness was envious. Sighing deeply, she cursed to herself softly. "Fuck... You aren't suppose to be so petty," she muttered.

Leaning against a pole in the shopping district, her eyes scanned the crowd. The pole and the bench next to it were on one of the less busy streets. However, it still offered a premium view of all the other streets. The little area was tucked into a far off corner of several crossing streets. Her eyes shifted down toward a young man sitting, doing something on his phone. That wasn't too interesting. Looking up, Ness frowned. The boy was dressed like someone from the Bronze Stage... But so was she. The two of them together seemed to form a barrier of invisibility and unmemorable presence over the general area. Neither of them seemed to have any money. Either of them could be some kid wanting to see the big lights. They appeared to be nothing at all. The majority of the people just ignored them.

Then, almost as if on queue to prove her point, the boy who had been sitting in the bench was pushed down as teens ran down without noticing him. She started to chuckle softly, however, the soft blue light that greeted her eyes stopped that. The boy was a NEXT. Her green eyes narrowed and looked him over, searching for a sight that he was using or had used his powers. Finally her eyes landed on an odd substance on his rear. It was hardly noticeable, and the substance was just not visible enough that Ness had a hard time deciding what it was from afar. Suddenly, she sat down next to the boy. With a quick motion, her right hand reached out and took a firm hold of his ass. With a squeeze or two, a small grin came across her face. The people in front of them continued on ignoring the odd scene, not even taking time to look. While still having a hold of his behind, she chuckled softly.

"You're a wee baby NEXT aren't you? Why, you've even gotten your ass frozen to the bench. Did those little runts give you that much of a scare? Pathetic. I hope this power is a new thing, because if it's not, then you're really one big piece of frozen shit on a stick."

[Allister Hale]

[cs=2][atrb=width,390,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]   never want to be alone never want to be alone never want to be alone
[atrb=style,border-top: 15.5px #0E2126 solid; border-bottom: 15.5px #0E2126 solid;][cs=2] This was the worst part about the winter season, even if it was already almost over. With his power, and the colder temperatures, Allister could find himself stuck to things for hours, even well into the night. With everyone typically keeping to themselves now-a-days as well, no one would approach him to help free the kid most of the time. He’d wave or call out, but they’d run away, yell at him, or just ignore him entirely. It wasn’t to the point he wanted to start calling out for attention, even if the street wasn’t that busy. He sighed and shifted, but it was clear to him he wasn’t going anywhere. Shortly after he was ready to sit tight for a while, a girl dropped down into the seat beside him. He moved his bags to the ground to give her room, mumbling a quiet apology. Would she notice the ice? Hopefully she wouldn’t. As he leaned over, though, a hand suddenly smacked right onto his ice and ice nearly trapped her hand to his rear but it just curled around her fingers like a glove she could slip right out of, luckily. Her hand didn’t move, though, making Allister slowly look over at her with a flustered and baffled expression. Why did she— "You're a wee baby NEXT aren't you? Why, you've even gotten your ass frozen to the bench. Did those little runts give you that much of a scare? Pathetic. I hope this power is a new thing, because if it's not, then you're really one big piece of frozen shit on a stick." “…” Allister could only sit and stare at this observant woman for a long moment as every single word sank in. He opened his mouth, before shutting it, flabbergasted by just what this girl had said to him. “… Ex-Excuse me?” he stuttered out, before shaking his head. Not moving his position, as he was afraid he’d crush her hand, he was starting to grow a slight blue once more as the ice under the bench began to very slowly drip down creating icicles to the ground. One would have to stare for a couple of seconds before realizing it was starting to spread. “My power is… Difficult to control, just forget it, okay” he mumbled, shrinking back, but trying not to crush her hand still, it was very slow and hesitant. “Ca-Can you… Remove your hand from my uh… Rear? Yo-You might get stu-stuck” he added, speaking quietly, not wanting to attract any more attention, especially if it was going to be this kind. What on earth was this woman's problem? If she wanted to know about his power, shoving her hand into the ice, that was slowly threatening to trap her hand at this rate, was a horrible way to go about it.
[atrb=style,background-color: #0E2126; width: 100px;] tagged:	Ness Lee
[atrb=style,background-color: #0E2126; width: 100px;] comments:	Haha, Allister's social skillz fail him sooooo.
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