i am the mountain i am the sea

Jyn laughed at the saying, nodding in agreement. “They definitely get stitches – which I definitely don’t need,” she said playfully, tipping her drink in a sort of cheers before taking a sip. “Mm, well – I never had anyone around to stop me. But, I think I still turned out fine. I mean, I’m surviving aren’t I? You’re doing pretty well for youself too.”

Nixon tipped his own bottle back to her, eyes still scanning the crowds. He didn’t actively recognise anyone here though that was probably his own fault. The man spent too long at sea to really get to know the inhabitants of the town. “I’m sure you’re a perfectly lovely, upstanding moral citizen,” There’s a hint of teasing in his voice, and Nix smiles around the rim of his drink again. “Doing well is a subjective term,”

“How many kids, do you think,” Jyn started, glass in hand as her eyes scanned over the crowd. “Are pretending to be twenty one right now just so they can snatch up some free drinks and maybe a date?” She asked, sure there were quite a few. Hell, she did it when she was younger so it was only expected that others would follow in her footsteps. “Would you point them out if you knew? Or, would you let them have their night of fun?”

“More than half easily,“ Nixon replies with a gruff chuckle, taking a gulp of his own bottle. He did it when he was younger too, he doesn’t know a person alive that didn’t. “Let ‘em have fun. Nobody likes a snitch. Snitches get stitches, isn’t that what the kids say?“ The fisherman asks with a half-grin. "Nobody stopped us,"

asami was by no means weak. korra wasn’t the only reason she went to the gym after all. still, she might have overestimated the amount of weight she could carry when picking up parts. usually her workers were the ones who went out and bought mechanical parts, but this was a personal project of hers, and she wanted to make sure she could oversee all of it, every last step. her box was piled so high with stuff she shouldn’t have even been surprised when she bumped into someone, but asami couldn’t help but yelp slightly, dropping the box in the process. “dammit.” she mumbled immediately bending down to try and pick up the parts. there were a lot of small ones. it took her a minute, she had been cleaning up her mess when she froze, eyes wide, finally looking up at the person she had hit. “oh my gosh, i am so sorry. i bumped into you and then didn’t even apologize. i must seem so rude. if you just let me take the time and find all the screws i definitely just lost i’ll make it up to you i promise. i could uh, take you out for a nice dinner, or give you a motorcycle. whatever you want.”

people seemed to have a habit of bumping into nixon, though he didn’t know why. he wasn’t exactly hard to miss, being easily over 6″, maybe it was just his aura, or perhaps because the girl who’d run into him this time seemed to have a pile of boxes blocking her vision. “nah, it’s okay. happens all the time,” the fisherman waves it off easily. “i could help you find the screws? and carry those boxes too, so you don’t go dropping them on someone else. it’ll save your bank account,”

Bram had purposely chosen a more remote route to run on jut to avoid people as much as possible considering he didn’t like the idea of people staring at him as he passed by. Listening to music on full blast, however, didn’t help him keep too alert as he stared down at his phone to switch songs. He needed some dramatic 80′s pop to get through the last half of his run. But, as soon as he looked up, it was a bit too late. He was about to run into someone’s turned back before he panicked and side stepped quickly – causing him to twist his ankle and fall roughly to the ground. He held his ankle with raw and slightly bloody hands as he tried to calmly handle the throbbing pain, hoping he hadn’t sprained it. At least the other involved was unharmed. “Sorry, about that – I wasn’t watching where I was going. Which, is kind of important,” he said softly, laughing at his own idiocy. He tried to find his phone that’d dropped and groaned as he saw that the screen was black and cracked. “Great.”

Nixon didn’t live in a central part of town, preferring his tiny place on the outskirts, nearer to the woods and the lake that it held. though sometimes quite the socialite, after days at sea with the same people, a little isolation was welcoming. he heard someone jogging behind him, and he even prepared himself to step out of the way but, the opportunity never came. “shit,man, you got insurance for that?” the fisherman said, looking at the guy on the floor. “it’s cool, we all make mistakes. need a hand there?” and he offered one out to help him up.

earth was not unfamiliar to thor, but this town was. the locals he had talked to knew nothing either, and seemed equally as confused by his presence as he was by theirs. the less answers came his way, the more his annoyance grew, and the more tumultuous grey clouds filled the sky. the hot-headed anger he had displayed in his youth didn’t take long to come back, and it broke when he saw a face that looked familiar. “is this one of your tricks?”

“ Do you really think I give a fuck how much it’s gonna cost? It’s my vision and I pay you to make it happen alright? So get it done right now! “ Roger’s voice could be heard all through the open area as hollered at the person on the other end of the phone. “ Fucking idiot. “ he growled as he hung up the phone in his hand. Sometimes Roger wondered why he even kept such incompetent people around in the first place. In the midst of his tantrum his, dark eyes shifted over to the unlucky person beside him. “ Do I know you or something? Is that why your fucking staring at me? “ 

He hadn’t really been paying attention to the guy yelling down the phone - honestly, Nixon tried to drown it out as he walked back home. Sounded like someone was just trying to do their job, running the numbers. He’d only glanced over, and Nixon snorted loudly. “Calm down kid,“ He said. “Nobody's staring at you,“