Track & Wheels [Sebastian]

[Koda Sprig]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #111111; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/DNAngel/daisuke-3.png'); border: 10px solid #e4e4e4; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;] [/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; color: #bd92cd ;font-size: 9px; font-style: italic; background-color: #e4e4e4; padding-top: 10px; bored-bottom: 3px]Seems like most of my life's spent gettin' by day to day Fendin' off new hard times arrival Little by little I try as the days go by Waitin' around on some kind of luck's revival [/style][style=background-color: #e4e4e4; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px; font-size: 10px;]The train’s hums and clicks made for a very rhythmic tune that Koda could easily lose himself in. The sounds were almost repetitive, and he was sitting in one spot, crammed up against one side of very overcrowded car. A few years ago, he would have welcomed the murmuring noise and his immobile position to just let his eyes close and allow himself to take a short snooze. And, damn, did he want to just give in. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to revisit old habits and just try to enjoy himself for a moment. He loved to travel. He loved to just board the train and ride it to the ends of its track all day long. It was a nice place to think and relax. But the thinking was lacking today, and any kind of relaxation just invited sleep. And sleep he could not do. Not here, where there were hundreds of people, hundreds of loose objects hanging and sitting—plenty of opportunity for his power to screw everything up. Stay awake, stay awake. His eyelids felt like twenty pound weights were hanging from them, and his eyeballs burned. Koda’s chin had dropped plenty of times, but each time he startled himself awake, heart pounding, as his gaze snapping around for anything amiss. So far, his ride went on without incident, and hopefully it will stay that way. But he felt like he was playing with too much risk this time. Turning the empty styrofoam cup of coffee in his gloved hands, Koda concentrated on reciting anything and everything he knew. Math problems, recipes, test scores, the days of the week his powers manifested in the last month, how many times, reminding himself why he needed to stay awake. He wished he had more coffee, or something to distract his brain from reminding him he hasn’t slept more than five hours in the last two days. Stay awake! [/style][style=margin: 8px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #515151;]words 326 tags Sebs ! notes let the bonding begin![/style]

[Sebastian Williams]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/RI15O.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #b1de40 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/RI15O.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #b1de40 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #b1de40; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #b1de40 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ OUTFIT here ❚ TAGS koda ❚ NOTES indeed![/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Sebastian generally liked trains. The trip was relaxing, and he enjoyed the method of travel. Better a train then a car. Trains, after all, weren't under his control. In a train, even if he had a panic attack, he'd be fine. In a car? Not so much. He'd never even tried to drive, just under the understanding that he'd never be able to handle it. If a train was empty, it was all the better. When it was busy, though... well, he'd rather stay at home. When he took the train to work, it wasn't much of an option, now was it? He had no real other options, and so he ended up crammed against a wall in a packed train car, eyes squeezed shut. He had his headphones in, blasting music at a level that would make him go deaf one day, and it still wasn't enough. Everyone was so damn loud. Of course, one stood out. One was being so loud with his thoughts he was practically screaming them, a gibberish stream of math problems, dates, numbers, and some gibberish about powers. He didn't want to listen, didn't want to hear that sort of nonsense from a kid. Even worse, the kid was in the seat in front of him, meaning proximity made him even louder then he'd have been normally. Why wouldn't the kid shut up? Of course, there was no polite way to tell someone to stop thinking, so all he could do was try and find a way to make him think less. The kid was doing nonsense for... some reason. Something about objects, and NEXT. Maybe the kid was one? That made sense, he supposed. The kid was trying not to sleep for some reason he couldn't quite connect, and the thoughts were so damn gibberish he couldn't quite work them out. Instead, he opted to jab the kid in the shoulder from behind. "You have the morning paper?" At least, when he thought about that, it's be a relief. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[Koda Sprig]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #111111; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/DNAngel/daisuke-3.png'); border: 10px solid #e4e4e4; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;] [/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; color: #bd92cd ;font-size: 9px; font-style: italic; background-color: #e4e4e4; padding-top: 10px; bored-bottom: 3px]Seems like most of my life's spent gettin' by day to day Fendin' off new hard times arrival Little by little I try as the days go by Waitin' around on some kind of luck's revival [/style][style=background-color: #e4e4e4; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px; font-size: 10px;]Jamming the heel of his right hand into his tired burning eyes, stifling a yawn, and mumbling nonsense to himself, Koda was doing a terrible job at keeping himself conscious. Not that he can help it. No matter how stubborn he can be when it comes to this, he has to sleep at some point. The human body needs rest. Whether he’s a NEXT or not, sleep is still important regardless. Why couldn’t he have the ‘abundant amount of energy’ power? That would be so much easier to manage. The train rolled on, only stopping on occasion at stations to let people on and off. Too bad it was still crowded. How many more stops until the end of the line? Ten? No, fifteen? Crap. He was so busy chanting everything at once in his head to keep himself awake that he forgot to keep track of where he was on the map. A jab into his left shoulder followed by a mildly gruffly annoyed voice had him panicking in seconds. Koda’s arms went up instantly, and the rest of him followed. He jumped up, screaming in an alarmed tone that abruptly sent silence through the train. In that same instance, somewhere on the opposite end of the car, a woman’s purse opted to leap four seats away from her. Arms still out over his head, his shout dying down on a cracked note, Koda’s bright irises took in all the stares and glares he was getting. He stood there for a second, before abruptly sitting back into his seat and sinking as low as he could. It was only until the top of his red head could barely be seen over the back of the seat did Koda fumble into his school bag, pulled out a rolled up morning paper, and slid it back over to the man behind him. No words were needed. Koda was now awake, oh yes, and his face was a bright red of embarrassment. Words would just embarrass him further. [/style][style=margin: 8px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #515151;]words 336 tags Sebs ! notes too cute~[/style]

[Sebastian Williams]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/RI15O.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #b1de40 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/RI15O.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #b1de40 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #b1de40; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #b1de40 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ OUTFIT here ❚ TAGS koda ❚ NOTES indeed![/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Knowing the kids thoughts, Sebastian probably should have been able to take at least a guess at the kid's reaction to the jab. Not so, though. Surface thoughts didn't tell you how tense a person was, and apparently, the boy was pretty damn tense as is. It made sense, though, considering how much he was trying to distract himself from - well, that thing (something about NEXTs and objects or something). He was wound tight, and even so, the scream was enough to make Sebastian flinch - as well as almost everyone else in the car. People were looking, and Sebastian immediately regretted having prodded the boy at all, leaning back in his seat with a wince on his face. The paper came not long after, and all Sebastian could feel was guilt. Well, he had distracted the kid, but he'd also horribly embarrassed him. Taking the paper carefully and leaving it in his lap, not yet opening it, he leaned forward a little bit again. "Sorry. Didn't mean to freak you out like that." He muttered, his apology genuine, if a little bit quiet. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[Koda Sprig]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #111111; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/DNAngel/111.png'); border: 10px solid #e4e4e4; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;] [/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; color: #bd92cd ;font-size: 9px; font-style: italic; background-color: #e4e4e4; padding-top: 10px; bored-bottom: 3px]Seems like most of my life's spent gettin' by day to day Fendin' off new hard times arrival Little by little I try as the days go by Waitin' around on some kind of luck's revival [/style][style=background-color: #e4e4e4; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px; font-size: 10px;]Head dropped low, fingers twiddling amongst one another in a frantic way to distract himself from the still stares he was getting, Koda did everything he possibly could to all but disappear. God. He just wanted to sink into the seat under him, dissolve into the air, float away, become invisible—get off this train. Suddenly the ride that should have been relaxing and inspiring was turning out to be everything but. A quiet apology sailed over the back of his seat, and Koda turned bright red irises to stare up at the man behind him. His face flushed and he almost seemed to go with totally ignoring him, but then slowly turned in his seat, tucking his knees underneath him. His bright red hair made him easy to spot, which wasn’t helping matters he supposed, but he tried to stay as sunk into his seat as he could. He peered up at the blond man that was now in possession of his morning paper, like a timid child addressing a stranger he found interesting. “I-its okay,” he stammered. “Sorry I yelled. I forgot I was around other people for a second.” And then queue the awkward silence. Conversation was good, and he knew it. It would help with keeping his mind off more troubling things. Though, after what had just happened, finding ways to keep words flowing was becoming extra difficult. The car jumped on the tracks, sending things swaying and tripping those standing. It wasn’t unusual to hit a bump in the track, but it was unusual to have the car jump a second time. And that second time was rough. Koda squeaked as the train jerked hard sending the lights into a flicker. And then, he heard it. It was like the silence before the boom. The tail end of the car—luckily the one he currently wasn’t in, but concerning all the same—lost its control on the tracks and broke off. The end car dangled over one side of the bridge they were currently crossing, quickly weighing down the rest of the train. In the emergency, the train’s breaks locked, and there was screaming and the lights snapping off as Koda was flung up against the back side of the seat in front of him. [/style][style=margin: 8px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #515151;]words 380 tags Sebs ! notes a little chaos makes everyone's day.[/style]