#fcxmark

the tattoo of your chosen word appears on your nape as soon as your hand finishes the last stroke — you’ve been granted the ability of pushing, and must follow the guidelines below :

may only affect two people at a time.

eye contact is needed.

(/ ken realized he was out of shape when it took him fifteen minutes to walk to his class.

he blamed all of the potato chips he loved to eat, the excessive hours he would sleep and the fact he was afraid of his combat teacher so skipped half of his physical classes. not once did he actually blame himself for letting all of these effect him - ken was more a sloth than mutant --

it wasn't until a little light bulb turned on somewhere in his brain that he decided there was a way to get healthy and achieve something twice as rewarding in the process.

mark tuan was a person who worked out a lot - ken always noticed him going on his early morning runs with his collie dog (whose name was something like 'myuh myuh' if ken remembered correctly). they were friends, kind of. well they'd spoken on a number of different occasions before ken had stopped trying all together to be a good student.

maybe if ken asked nicely, mark would agree to help him out. not to mention it gave ken an excuse to talk to him. ... not that he thought mark was cute or anything --)

(/ he decided to meet the other face to face. ken waited where he knew he would be able to find mark no matter what - standing at the gates of the academy, hiding his hands in his jacket pockets to ignore the cold morning air nipping at the back of his neck.

minhyuk's fingers ran along the crease of his mutant biology textbook, its weight resting against his lap as his head leaned back against his resting place-- a tree. studying didn't come without a price, minhyuk thought, and that price was always his sanity -- he had never managed to sit still for long, and being confined in the plain walls of his dorm room drove him into a fuzzy state of not being able to focus, always becoming stir crazy by the time he read the first paragraph of a textbook. being outside gave him a greater peace of mind, but along with that peace came distractions, mostly in the forms of exhaustion and starvation. while easily remedied by sleep and a meal, minhyuk had settled for the former about an hour ago, now being jolted awake by a growl emitting from his stomach.

he hugs his textbook to his chest as he stands up to his feet, taking a moment's rest to thwart the dizziness that came with the quick moment, and then begins his walk back towards the institute's dormitory, his eyes squinting in order to adjust to the bright sunlight that had dawned over the grounds. great, that means it's probably mid-afternoon by now, minhyuk sighs, already noting the waste of a (what was going to be) productive saturday morning. he had been lacking on his studies for the last week and with mid-semester arriving, exams were -- which meant that he had to hurry back to get in the routine of studying if he hoped to pass exams in the future. that's what the morning was going to be devoted to, then he'd get a break and then return to it later that evening -- but that plan had failed, so why even bother with the rest of the day?

he nods to himself, noting the lazier plan in his head, too fascinated by imaging what he'd eat for lunc when he feels his body collide with someone else's. and in this moment, he feels like he's in some cliche piece of literature, because who bumps into anyone anymore--

It hadn't been nearly as long as it felt to Jackson since he had first arrived at the school. The season had finally shifted full-time into an environment full of skeletal trees and moody skies, and though he could cope with the light glow increasing in his cheeks, a dark scarf was wrapped significantly tighter around his face. Hands shoved into his pockets, a slightly hunched over position granted him the facade of a relatively normal individual, a human being, merely trying to get out of the depressing weather and into somewhere that would reignite his senses.

Of course, lucky for the young adult that he was already on his way across campus. A tall building struck from the ground in from of him, a handful of stories with relative glass windows housing the many male members of the institute, including himself. Already, he could point out the exact window that shielded his own room from its height. His hand was on the entrance's door handle, the subsequent revealing of the lobby sending a wave of warmth across his person to which he could feel his cool skin rapidly absorbing.

There weren't many students around. Possibly one rarely caught transition times where those who went hadn't come back from their trips to the city, or from the library and such, even when the days were cut shorter and black filled the sky faster. There was one individual, though, who stood nearby. And Jackson would have walked right past them if only something didn't catch his attention and utterly disturb him; their eyes. Not the way that they seemed to be particularly abnormal with a seemingly yellow sheer, but the fact that they crept through his memories and brought back the vision of a cityscape he hadn't seen for so long.

Jackson couldn't help himself. He stared. And he would've been more discreet about it if only the two of them weren't already nearing point-blank range. It took a few moments before he finally cleared his throat of dry air.

fresh out of 18 going into 19 years of age they are sitting at the bar laughing at each other. 

the two sat at on a bar stool each looking at each other like idiots and their mouths about to fall out with all the laughing. sura was more than just terrible with alcohol. she made bad decisions, but she was like this sober. mark had offered her a drink, and she would never say no to a face like that, who would?