[Even in a place like this, he might just stand out. White skin, nearly translucent really, if one looked too long they might imagine they could very well see the young man's pulse in his marked neck. The distinct sense of wet just seemed to cling to him, even though he looked very much clean and dry. Perhaps it was the scent of him, reminiscent of flowing water, salt and sand, or the sheer brilliant shades of black and red on him, in stark contrast to just how goddamn pale he was.
And in spite of all these little visual cues that he might perhaps be a more introverted sort, the young man here was anything but. Sit down? Fuck no, he was going to stagger all over this moving train. Easier to do when it was stopped or in steady motion, but every time the thing hit it's brakes, he'd lurch and have to grab on to something, apparently delighted by this stupid game.
A pole. A seat. A person. The latter of the three would most definitely find themselves with a brand new buddy in short order, no matter what their reaction would be.]
Hey man, what's up? [No, the gender didn't matter either, you're 'man' now. If you're real lucky, maybe you'll get upgraded to 'dude'.]
RAIN RAIN
[For a creature who's every aspect of life almost entirely hinged upon water.... This was hell. Yeah, no, that didn't feel like hyperbole to him, it was hell. At present, he was hunkered down in a bus stop, dark eyes locked on the pouring rain. Every now and again, he'd shift, scratching thoughtlessly and intensely at his neck, his jaw or his arm. Pretty clear really just how long it took for the soggy dumbass to figure out just how bad an idea standing out in this rain was: not much left by way of clothes but pants and boots, though a filmy undershirt still clings to him.
Scratches up and down his arms, scratches up and down his sides, and by the way he's starting to intently eye passerby with umbrellas, there might just be a very, very shitty idea starting to brew in his head.]
Rain Rain 2
[Shitty idea, activate. He isn't leaving the bus stop. He doesn't have to, as far as he's concerned. Instead, the Siren parks himself on that bench in that bus stop, waiting for someone with one of those umbrellas to pass on by.
And then, so sweetly, with a sharp smile a mile wide on his face, he opens his mouth and in a cloying, singsong tone, speaks, each syllable heavily laden with as much mind manipulating magic as he can cram into it.]
Hey there, come over here for a sec, just wanna talk.
WILDCARD
[Honestly he'll be almost anywhere here, if you wanna make your own prompt, go nuts! The Siren is well... a siren, if a really, really weird one, and his powers are here for all those interested in losing their umbrella today.]
The Siren/"Eddy" | Original | Submissive
[Even in a place like this, he might just stand out. White skin, nearly translucent really, if one looked too long they might imagine they could very well see the young man's pulse in his marked neck. The distinct sense of wet just seemed to cling to him, even though he looked very much clean and dry. Perhaps it was the scent of him, reminiscent of flowing water, salt and sand, or the sheer brilliant shades of black and red on him, in stark contrast to just how goddamn pale he was.
And in spite of all these little visual cues that he might perhaps be a more introverted sort, the young man here was anything but. Sit down? Fuck no, he was going to stagger all over this moving train. Easier to do when it was stopped or in steady motion, but every time the thing hit it's brakes, he'd lurch and have to grab on to something, apparently delighted by this stupid game.
A pole. A seat. A person. The latter of the three would most definitely find themselves with a brand new buddy in short order, no matter what their reaction would be.]
Hey man, what's up? [No, the gender didn't matter either, you're 'man' now. If you're real lucky, maybe you'll get upgraded to 'dude'.]
RAIN RAIN
[For a creature who's every aspect of life almost entirely hinged upon water.... This was hell. Yeah, no, that didn't feel like hyperbole to him, it was hell. At present, he was hunkered down in a bus stop, dark eyes locked on the pouring rain. Every now and again, he'd shift, scratching thoughtlessly and intensely at his neck, his jaw or his arm. Pretty clear really just how long it took for the soggy dumbass to figure out just how bad an idea standing out in this rain was: not much left by way of clothes but pants and boots, though a filmy undershirt still clings to him.
Scratches up and down his arms, scratches up and down his sides, and by the way he's starting to intently eye passerby with umbrellas, there might just be a very, very shitty idea starting to brew in his head.]
Rain Rain 2
[Shitty idea, activate. He isn't leaving the bus stop. He doesn't have to, as far as he's concerned. Instead, the Siren parks himself on that bench in that bus stop, waiting for someone with one of those umbrellas to pass on by.
And then, so sweetly, with a sharp smile a mile wide on his face, he opens his mouth and in a cloying, singsong tone, speaks, each syllable heavily laden with as much mind manipulating magic as he can cram into it.]
Hey there, come over here for a sec, just wanna talk.
WILDCARD
[Honestly he'll be almost anywhere here, if you wanna make your own prompt, go nuts! The Siren is well... a siren, if a really, really weird one, and his powers are here for all those interested in losing their umbrella today.]