Re: Neon Haze

by **Stabbykinz** October 1st 2015, 6:19 am

"Doing what I want is exactly what I'm best at." He mused with a grin, turning back to the ocean view, giving it a few more seconds of his time before turning back and heading inside with her. "Roger roger, I'll make sure to by some chemicals to treat the showers and...everything else with. Just because the red isn't there doesn't mean the DNA isn't. Gotta be thorough."

He watched her go, checking his watch. Food should be here soon. Four orders of jumbo fried shrimp, four orders of sesame chicken...he was going to eat like a king, and all in the comfort of his new and lavish living space. Jacket couldn't let go of the big, goofy ass grin on his face. He was far too excited. He was gonna watch some anime, adult cartoons, maybe a sci-fi flick, man, Jacket was just gonna go-...

...No foot steps. His heart quickened, eyes snapping to his door. He didn't hear footsteps. They did quite a bit of walking, he knew that her legs were probably tired, but she had also been using her powers an awful lot...maybe they weren't tied directly to her stamina like his was. Maybe he was just overthinking things. Wouldn't be the first time. He shrugged heading into the dining room and to the kitchen and padding about, wad a bills in his hands as he waited for the delivery guy to get here. His stomach gurgled angrily, his hand shook and twitched, his mind was starting to feel hazy. He had to eat soon. Thankfully, it wasn't long before her heard the 'bing-bong' of the doorbell.

He exchanged a few polite words with the bearer of delicious Chinese food, sending him on his way with a nice tip as he hauled his feast in. His stomach almost spoke to him now, like some independent entity, whispering into his mind that he must devour all that he sees in those food containers. That he would, dear stomach. That he would. Hefting the food onto the kitchen counter, fiddling with the plastic bags, it was then that he heard it. A loud thump from Shifter's room, followed by a muffled breath, and silence thereafter. Without a thought, Jacket bolted from his food and into her room, barging in. If the door was locked, the locking mechanism and the door handle were probably wrecked by the strength behind his urgency.

And hit him. Time slowed as the scent crawled into his mind, hand slowly reaching out to the bathroom door of Shifter's room.

Paint. Graphite. Sketch paper. N. K. Wells.

Gym bag. Different from his in scent, but definitely was in the hit tonight. Not with the others. Cargo is different. Special enough to warrant hiding from him. Why? Possible minor rogue element. Something to prove?

Wheelchair...used often, bathed in her scent. Paraplegic? Would explain her reliance on floating, and her...thighs. Complication, changes original power set. What's it all tied to...how is she capable of so many things? Can't nail it down solely to telekinetics, she can do more than that, a lot more. At will, even...

...

Jacket wrenched past the bathroom door, running over to her and shutting off the water, scooping her up into his arms. He didn't take much time to admire her body, though her eyes caught him for the smallest of moments. Chocolate brown, was it? Fitting. His stomach growled louder, stabbing him with a bit of pain and pulling him from his thoughts as his mind fogged up again, almost causing him to bust through the wall and into her bedroom as he rushed out. He didn't really think, simply setting her on her side on the living room couch as he rushed back with an ice pack. He placed it firmly against the goose egg that was now form on her head. He whipped out his smartphone, looking up the symptoms of a concussion. Unequal pupils was the first and most readily testable in her given state.

He shined the phonelight in her eyes, trying to perform a quick check up on her, make sure that symptom was not in face present.

by **Chellizard** October 1st 2015, 6:33 am

The room was cluttered. It looked more tom-boyish than anything. There were three waste bins filled with crumpled papers, scribbled ideas, and et cetera. Her safe haven had been infiltrated.

The door was locked, so the bolt broke through the wood, splintering as Jacket forced himself into her sanctuary. Among the smell of graphite, paints, and paper was the smallest hint of blood.

Naomi lay, motionless, the water rising over her as the water ran red. Her foot had kicked the stopper into place, plugging the tub. She had hit her head hard enough to cause bleeding, but she would live. Ultimately it was just a surface cut, but the hematoma forming around the cut was what cause the blackout. Naomi was completely gone from the conscious world.

There was nothing impressive about Naomi, save for her thin waist, narrow shoulders, flat chest, and wide hips. She was lucky to have normal looking legs. She always told people it was because she used her arms to move her legs and work out the muscles - but it was really because of the use she actually did with them as she used her powers.

Being lifted from the hot bath, Naomi's light brown skin glistened with water, her eyes staring up blankly as she felt gravity shift around of her. She was somewhat lucid now, the loud bang of her bedroom door being broken down forcing her out of her stupor.

She lay limp in his grip, her legs especially. Lucky for Jacket, she was only ninety-eight pounds. She was a tiny thing, standing at just five feet tall. Being laid down on the couch on her side, she blinked a bit and winced when the ice pack was placed on her head.

"You... perv... I coulda... gotten up..." It wasn't until she finally regained consciousness that she freaked out.

Her eyes widened when it all settled. He knew who she was. He knew her most private secrets. He knew her secret identity. He also knew her face. She tried to sit up, using her left arm to prop up her torso, her legs completely limp. She let out a cry of frustration, real tears welling up as she used her right fist to punch into the couch.

"RAH!" she screamed out, it echoing throughout the apartment. Her scream sent some kind of unknown energy surge through the electrical, making the lights dim for a moment before returning to normal.

"... Give me your stupid jacket, Jacket." she said, using her arms to cover up herself.

She was naked in more ways than one - she no longer had everyone fooled. Jacket knew she was N. K. Wells.

by **Stabbykinz** October 1st 2015, 6:58 am

"Think you would've drowned before that happened...and uh...don't think you really could've gotten up anyhow." He noted casually, not bothered by her nudity at this point. He was too busy trying to check the boxes, going down the lines of symptoms. She was already talking, that was good, maybe she's got a thick skull. "Just shaddap and let me do my thing...trying to make sure you aren't going to die. No slurring so..."

Then she wigged out. Out of some tantrum, she went a blinding pain through his whole body. His bioelectricity just STABBED in all directions inside of him, leaving him stunned and blinded in one of his eyes, partially clouded in the other. Thankfully his pupils readjusted just before the light came back on.

"...Jack. That's my real name, but I've been thinking about changing it for a while now, too similar to my handle. So, call me Tony instead. I like Tony more." He starts unzipping his jacket. "Now I'm only giving you this awesome jacket on a few conditions. One, you keep that ice pack on your head. Two, you calm down. Three, once you calm down, smile before the end of the night, because I'm not tellin' anyone. That'd be fuckin' stupid. You just got me out of a really shitty situation." Regardless, he put it over her, tucking her in and brushing her tears away with a thumb. "...I'm gonna be watching over you for the rest of tonight so prepare to get comfy, cuz I'm not taking no for an answer, especially after that nasty fall. Stay put."

To and fro he went, eventually coming back with an arm load of blankets, a long with a shirt and some pj's. He tucked her in after making sure she had a hold of her pj's, looking away so she could change.

"...Kinda surprised to be honest. Didn't think I'd be rooming up with the one person who pretty much takes the dull shit out of my life when I've got the time. Your comics are pretty good." He spoke casually.

by **Chellizard** October 1st 2015, 7:33 am

She was beyond frustrated, and her tears didn't stop. She was huffing and puffing, and almost dragged herself off of the couch onto the floor.

"It-it-it's ha-ha-happened bef-f-fore..." she stammered passed her deep breaths. She felt so embarrassed. She was not herself right now. She was the opposite of okay. She was the whole reason that My Chemical Romance song was written. I'm not okay, I promise.

With her left arm laced down over her abdomen to shroud her lower half, and her right arm curled across her chest, she looked away from Jacket, waiting patiently for him to put something over her.

"Do-don't lo-ook." she said, hiccuping now. Her arms raised up so the 'awesome' jacket could clothe her.

"It's... not that stupid of a jacket..." she started, cutting herself off so she could listen to him. Her sobbing had quieted down now, just mere sniffles and huffs every now and then. She felt so bare. And her head hurt like she was just hit with a truck or something.

"You're wel-hic-come, then..." she trailed off again, letting him know she was thankful by just admitting she had helped him in the end. It wasn't her intentions entirely, but she wasn't entirely upset that she found an ally out of tonight's adventure. Too bad it ended with her being a complete clutz. Her big lashes batted lightly as his thumb wiped away her tears. The gesture was so small, but so sweet. She felt as if she was Starlight in issue 6 on page 13... The Prince had wiped her tears just like this. Such a tender touch.

She watched as he got up and wandered off into her room. She had a mild panic attack as he went in, but it stopped when he came back. It only took him a few moments - probably because of the mess. When he brought her the pajamas, she sat up as soon as he turned around and peeled his jacket off of her, carefully setting it to the side. She was going to cover back up with it, because it smelled really good. It had this kind of musty sweat smell, but it wasn't off-putting. It was something she had definitely written about in her comic.

She had a little bit of trouble wiggling into her pajamas bottoms. But after a few minutes of struggling, she slipped them over her hips, her legs now bound by pink and white vertical stripes. Her over sized shirt was simple, one of her comic characters sprawled on the front. It was the one modeled after herself - Dreamweaver.

Looking over to him, she pulled his jacket back over her and leaned her head against the ice pack, sighing softly. "Well, heh.. thanks. Your method of madness isn't that bad, either." as she spoke, her stomach growled entirely too loud and a blush curled over her cheeks making her freckles look even cuter, if possible.

by **Stabbykinz** October 1st 2015, 8:00 am

He smiled as he turned back around and saw her still wearing his jacket. It simply was that awesome. Tony only grinned wider when he heard her stomach growl, and that rose tint rise to her freckled face.

"Thought you couldn't get any cuter...and yet-"

GRLGHPHHGRRRRRRRLLLLLL...

...He fell to his knees as his stomach tied itself in knots, as if trying to hang itself in impatience, and he bolted off, coming back and narrowly avoiding crashing into the coffee table in front of them. He threw down the food, tore the bag open with his TEETH, ripped on of the containers open, and willed himself to slide another over to Naomi along with a thing of jumbo shrimp. After that? He almost unhitched his jaw as he dove face first into his food and began DEVOURING IT ALL. On top of that, he growled and groaned the whole time, like he was trying to scream his guts out past him shoveling food down his own mouth.

Tony's face was completely covered in sesame sauce by the time he was done with the first meal. The young man pulled a small towel from his pocket, cleaning up his face before shakily getting up and sitting down next to Naomi. He was visibly shuddering, eyes closed and fists clenched.

"...Like I said. Don't...don't worry too much. This is kind of what I mentioned earlier...about my expenses. All of my money goes to food. Has to. Otherwise I...well, starve. Tonight is a particul-ngh-arly bad night." He reached out to his food but his body was far too weak as it was, still processing the food that he had just devoured. The first container was entirely clean. His hand shook hard and unsteadily. "...Can you..." Now it was Tony's turn to blush. This was incredibly embarrassing, and he did his best to kind of look away. Sort of. "...Can you feed me? I'm just gonna end up getting it everywhere and nailing the couch."

by **Chellizard** October 5th 2015, 3:47 am

"Oh, cut it out..."

A smile started to just barely creep over her face just as he fell right to his knees. The motion was so quick that it made Naomi almost jump in her skin. She furrowed her brow and watched him wrench himself off of the floor, dash to grab the chinese take out, and then fumble back to sit on the couch, barely missing the coffee table in the process. She used a pillow to sit up better, her back mainly resting against the arm of the couch at this point, her legs bent at the knee and tucked under her. She looked like she was just sitting normally on the couch, but she couldn't feel her legs. That was a plus side - not feeling them go numb. They were already numb!

She cringed at his animalistic display, watching every bit of movement displayed. Even the small bit of kindess as he shoved one of the containers, gently she might add, toward her side of the table. She smiled, but calmly ignored the box as he shoveled food into his face. She pulled herself to sit up a little bit better, and tucked her legs even closer to her, giving him a nice spot to sit by her when he so chose to rest himself. He had literally devoured a whole carton of sesame seed chicken - in less than three minutes.

How? She had no idea, but she was sure it had to do with his physiology. She was already writing it down on paper. Literally. In her bedroom, a pen lifted up and was writing down all of the physical traits that she just witnessed of Tony. His odd need of food, and the way his body seemingly groaned - not just him, his whole digestive system was in need of the food.

During the short time he was eating, she had glanced away, but only for a second. She got a visible look of the kitchen and the fridge had opened. Inside was a box of her own leftover takeout. The microwave opened, and the box of food floated to rest inside. The door to the microwave closed, and 3 minutes appeared in the dialogue box. As Tony shoveled food into his face, her own leftovers heated up. She wasn't going to deprive him of something he enjoyed. She would rather have her Kobe Beef and Lo Mein anyway.

"I'm... glad to see you're doing better." she mentioned just before he chose to speak.

Her head hurt really badly now, as if it weren't before, but she really did not have the energy to make her legs work... even for a few moments. Willing the reality of the objects she wanted to eat was easier, and she really needed to write down all she could about him while it was fresh.

The pencil in her room fell, clattering when he stammered his question. Feed him? She had never been asked to do that. SHE had been fed, but she had never fed anyone in her life. The microwave beeped during the moment of silence they shared before she nodded and held out her hands.

One of his containers of food floated toward her, and she grasped it, a spoon coming from the kitchen along with her box of food and an additional utensil - chopsticks.

"You're going to have to come closer though... I can't really sit up all that well." she said, the pillow behind of her being the main reason she was sitting up so well at this moment. She took the spoon and container, her mind finally resting as she dug the spoon to lift a bite of chicken from the box. She would be fine. She had gone days without eating before. Maybe now was one of those times, but ya know, it could be worse. She could sitting alone for the thousandth time in her entire life. Or was it more? She lost count.

by **Stabbykinz** October 5th 2015, 4:59 am

Tony thought he heard scribbling...but he wasn't positive until the pencil clattered in her room. The door was open so it was much easier to hear. She was undoubtedly jotting a few things down about his current behavior...seemed like her power relied on her being able to focus. And judging by the silence, his question robbed her of what little focus she had left.

He nodded to her response, sigh in relief a little. Tony scooched over a little, and realized that his movement was a bit more sluggish than usual...he might be low on juice. "...Here." He took her shoulder and gently leaned her against himself, grinning just a little. His face was still spattered here and there with food. "...I can't really be bothered to move much further so, eh. Hope you like tender moments with strangers."

Tony chuckles outloud, opening his mouth expectantly, still grinning nice and wide.

"...Hey, make sure you eat too. I don't want our stomachs communicating again."

by **Chellizard** October 5th 2015, 5:10 am

Naomi almost dropped the bite on the spoon when he moved her to lean into him. She felt her whole body tremor. Why? She had no real idea. She was sure this was normal. SURE this was something that happened. She wrote about it all the time in her comic books. SO why was it so weird to be experiencing it in person? In the flesh? She gently leaned her shoulder into his, her hand dropping the carton of food to rest in the air for a few moments while she focused on it. She used her now empty hand to shift her legs so they weren't pointing toward him, and rather away. She felt a bit more comfortable now. Her butt sometimes got numb from sitting too long, but it took hours for that to happen. She was sure it was phantom pain anyway.

"I... it's... It's okay." she finally spoke, offering him the spoon, her hand grabbing the carton from the air. The chopsticks lifted a few bites of food to her own mouth. She was very, very used to feeding herself this way while her attention was on other things. It was just a tiny bit distracting having him so close to her. She could smell him. He smelled like the basic soap that had been left in the 'guest' bathroom. She breathed in the smell, and picked up other hints of his scent. He smelled good. Just to be plain out simple about it.

She kept giving him spoonfulls of the food, making sure to keep it in his mouth. THe towel he had used to wipe his mouth rose up and cleaned his face off, her big light brown eyes shimmering with a bit of hope for their relationship to go past this awkward 'I know you're N.K. Wells and I just convinced you to feed me.' stage.

"So... Tony." she started, her chest rising and falling a bit faster as her heart began to race and her breathing increased.

"Why are you so nice to me?" there it was. The REAL insecure Naomi. Did he even like her? She wouldn't know - well, now she would. If he had the energy to speak.

by **Stabbykinz** October 6th 2015, 2:27 am

Tony hummed with delight as he was fed, casually putting an arm around her and rubbing a hand up and down her shoulder. He was a little perplexed as he chewed, however. Had he not just told her the reason for his being nice to her? It was so...obvious. Perhaps she has her own issues...

"One, because I want to be. Two, you saved my skin from an ugly ass situation, so, you know, why would I not. Three? Honestly, it seems like you could really use someone in your life who's willing to stick around and make it better." He shrugged a little, not really bothering to filter anything he says. "Especially given how you initially reacted after I saved you from drowning in the tub. I 'unno, I'm not you. Maybe I'm wrong. Just seems like you're trying way too hard trying to play this...'game' I guess? Of seeing how long you can keep me from figuring you out, and trying to keep your downsides hidden. Wouldn't it be nice to not have to do that when I'm around?"

He reaches up and ruffles her hair a little. "...Just a thought."

by **Chellizard** October 13th 2015, 5:30 am

Naomi's mind was racing, and her heart's pace matched her thoughts. She was so confused at this moment. Why had she been so trusting over this boy? Why? Was she so desperate for attention that she would risk everything? And to be clear, in one night?

Was she really so insane she couldn't differentiate a mild crush for her naive mind? She was so wrapped up in all of this at this moment, however, that she shoved all of her negative thoughts aside and just continued to spoon feed Tony. Her own chopsticks would occasionally lift up a bite to her own mouth, a noodle or two falling to land on her shirt. She was lucky it didn't land on his jacket. She would just pluck it up, like she always did when she multi-tasked and ate, and continue on with her main task.

Feeding Tony.

As he spoke after she asked her question, she listened to and hung on every word that came from his mouth. She nodded a bit and just sighed. The spoon in her hand slack within her grip as she stopped giving him bites for a few moments.

She stared off in front of her, her eyes getting lost in the television screen that was currently off. The ruffle to her hair phased her, sending a minor pain racing through her. She ignored it for now, the throbbing of her head reminding her of this moment. IT made this memory more real to her.

She finally looked at him, shifting her shoulders as she leaned into him.

"I am not a very nice person. I'm mean. I'm a loner. I hate people. The only reason I dress up is to feel different. When I don't use my powers, my legs are noodles. I can't stand on my own without my gift. I can't do anything except for draw, and shut people out. I'm a bit insane. Are you really certain you want ME in your life? Cause forget what I want. Think about you." she said, a long sigh escaping her as she spoke quickly.

by **Stabbykinz** October 14th 2015, 10:11 pm

"Well, hey, maybe not dress up then? I mean really, why bother?" He grinned down at her, rubbing his hand up and down her shoulder. Clearly joking, but, hey, not like he wouldn't mind seeing her in the nude. She's cute enough, after all.

He laughs quite a bit, however, as she mentions her sanity or lack there of. "Ahahaha! Really, I just murdered a building full of people, crushed someone's head right in front of you, and enjoyed every moment, and you think your insanity is gonna bother me? Jesus, you got some interesting logic there."

Tony winks at her, squeezing her shoulder. "Trust me. I don't think anybody would be as tolerant of my actions as you, not to mention that you're Wells. So. Yeah. I kinda want you in my life. Not like I have anyone else at this point, so, all the more reason."

He hums in delight as he finally starts to feel full. The food felt so nice in his gut.

by **Chellizard** October 15th 2015, 12:23 am

Naomi could feel a blush crawl over her cheeks. She felt embarrassed, considering Tony had already seen her in her birthday suit. If her cheeks could get any more red she would resemble a beet. She felt more calm as his hand rubbed over her shoulder. Just that small touch put her at ease.

Thinking over what he had said made her realize something. He was right. Her logic was fucked up. She really had witnessed what he was capable of.

"I... Good point. Heh. But, like, I mean... I don't mind that stuff. I'm sure those bastards deserved it. Ya kno? I'm not into killing people on my own buuut... Hey. Like I said," she rambled on a bit until she realized and cut herself off to listen to him.

A soft giggle passed her lips at his mention of wanting her around because of who she was.

"And here I thought it was because my legs don't work. Ahaha." more laughter escaped her. She took another bite of her own food and then she offered him another bite of his own.

by **Stabbykinz** October 15th 2015, 1:44 am

"Well, I mean, hey, you know. Just means you can't crawl away without using your powers." He guffaws with quite a bit of dark humor, cackling out loud before taking another bite of their meal.

"Heh, kidding of course."

He snatched her own chopsticks out of the air...and started feeding her back with a smirk.

"...You're not a white knight, but you're not a complete monster either. Who knows...maybe someday I'll need you to pull me back. It's hard to stop killing once you're on a roll. It'd be nice having someone to help me make the right choices, whatever those maybe, if I ever find myself..." He trailed off, mulling his words. Tony shrugged.

"Anyways, it'd just be nice to have a friend. Or a friend with benefits. Or something beyond those if that's what you feel like doing, whatever floats your boat." He noted with a soft chuckle.

by **Chellizard** October 15th 2015, 5:04 am

Naomi stuck out her tongue and wrinkled her nose. Her freckles only added to the cuteness over her gorgeous light brown skin. Thick lashes bowed and brushed over her cheeks as she glanced down, batting those beautiful lashes at Tony in an oh-so-adorable fashion.

"Aaactually..." she started, drawling off as she spoke. "I have amazing upper body strength." she finished, being greeted with a delicious bite of lo mein.

She chewed it with puffed cheeks, the morsel being bigger than her usual bite. She didn't complain. If he was going to feed her like this, she'd comply and chomp it down. She really, really was hungry after all. Devouring the bite with her mouth staying -mostly- closed, she swallowed and gave him a shove with her shoulder.

"White knight? Pah! More like.. Dark Knight!" she snickered at her horrible humor and nodded in the end.

"I could see about saving you. I may not be the best person in the world, but I could manage being your hero from time to time." She spoke softly now, almost embarrassed to say something so cheesily romantic and sweet.

But then he turned the script, again.

"Eh... I dunno if you'd really wanna be with a girl like me..." she scoffed slightly, turned her head away from him to glance off away from him. Her hair fell, covering the majority of her eyes.

by **Stabbykinz** October 15th 2015, 9:29 am

"You're right. I'd rather be in a girl like you, heheheh!" Tony cackled as he scooped another bit of low mein.

He gently brought her chin up to face him, but as her lips opened to take in the next bite of food, Tony leaned forward and crashed his lips into hers. He lingered with the kiss, sharing the food in a very....provocative manner, savoring the taste of the food as well as Shifter's own taste.

...Didn't seem like she's actually eaten a whole lot of food recently.

Tony pulled away, leaving hey with her share of the bite and swatting at the string of saliva that connected their lips. His own face was flushed but he was grinning like an idiot. "You convinced? I 'unno, looks like you could use more convincing."

by **Chellizard** October 18th 2015, 7:56 pm

"Perv!" she said, swatting at him with her head still turned away.

There was a pause, the smallest bit of silence held between them as his hand gently caressed her face. She turned back toward him, her eyes half lidded as she gazed toward him. A light blush crawled over her cheeks as she looked up into his eyes. Why was this so... romance novel cliche? She had no idea, but she loved it. Every second of it. Part of her panicked and felt as if it were a dream, or a sick twisted bit of her own mind making this reality come to life. The other part of her knew that his had to be real. How else would she have cried in front of him, or anyone in general.

She noticed the food and opened her mouth, ready to take another bite. Then she was surprised. The food had made it into her mouth, but so did Tony's tongue. She was careful not to choke as she swapped saliva with him, and was actually reluctant to stop kissing him - as weird as this first kiss was.

Breaking away, she finished her bite and swallowed, nodding a bit at first, but then shook her head.

"I... need more.." she said, a light igniting in her eyes.

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