Tungsten Squids. [closed]

[TRAMP TRUMAN]

The sun’s beating down on the earth like a giant flashlight born out of a firefly’s body, breaking through the abdomen, crushing the wings, ripping through the wing covers, and crashing passed the ozone layer. It’s boiling, boiling, boiling to the point where the heat, in all its sadism, was becoming increasingly visible; thick, wave-like lines of an unknown, indescribable colour, seemingly melting the air into jelly-like movements, casting illusions – mirages – before random victims, luring them with promises of impossible sapphire lagoons or any-flavoured ice-cream.

One step out the front door, and Tramp’s skin began melting like sweet caramel in a hot pot. Immediately he stepped back in, arms flying up to shield his eyes from the needle rays of the sun, body rejoicing in the sudden coolness, never once thought or appreciated, provided generously by the closing of four main walls and a roof. Too hot, he told himself stubbornly, cringing slightly at the sun’s sadism, too hot, can’t go out, must stay inside.

Yet Tramp’s body paid no heed to his head – It’s swimming, fool! The sun’s what makes the water all shimmery and nice, yeah? Then he was out again, this time with a navy blue umbrella circling gently above his head, and a pair of ebony shades resting on his nose; blue strands of hair brushed happily against his cheeks as eyes blinked subconsciously in offhand satisfaction, having been grateful for shades too many years ago in a similar state of the sun’s arbitrary sadism.

Swimming. Already the inner workings of Tramp’s body began whizzing and whirling, flying and leaping, in excitement. His stomach twisted and untwisted at the thought of fairy-blue water; his kidneys combusted and came back to life at the promise of splashing freely. It’s nothing big, of course – just the very first practice for the swim team, but the preserved toddler in Tramp’s psyche thought otherwise: with swimming came water and with water came vivid memories of the Little Mermaid (damn right), which would straightaway invoke a sort of subjective jocundity that may as well be conjured differently in others.

Others. Tramp did not know everyone on the swim team – it was already apparent during tryouts – in fact, almost everyone everyone was a stranger, or at least barely recognizable by face; of course, there were quite a number of names Tramp was sure he had heard before, whether in class or just around town, but he wouldn’t say he actually knew them – just found their names or faces rather familiar. This only applied to the day he tried out for the team, too; there were three different tryout dates, if he remembered correctly, to accommodate to the busy (or lazy) schedules of certain students. Hopefully the ones who were accepted on the team from the other two tryouts were mostly consisted of people Tramp really knew – friends, to put it simply. The worst scenario, however, would be an entire team of strangers, plus an excluded Tramp weaving ugly, crestfallen poetry from chipped fingernails in the Abominable Corner of Emotional Isolation.

He shouldn’t let that happen, though. This thought lay half-buried in the midst of Tramp’s camouflage backpack, partially crushed beneath his white cotton shirt as the blue-haired male turned and left the changing room, stepping out into golden heat. The sand, platinum and tender, felt like burning coal between his toes. All around him, he could hear – …people; people laughing, people shrieking, people munching away ham-and-cheese sandwiches. And there was the team itself, a radiating herd of toned bodies glistening with starlight sweat; they occupied an otherwise deserted part of the sea, like nobles – or sea nymphs – or – or – or even jellyfish guardians.

The muffled drumming in Tramp’s chest increased in volume with each step he took towards the herd, words caught in his throat exploding into nothingness, throat suddenly dry like pure vodka. When his feet touched water, when the burning sensation was frozen into winter frost, he could say – much less think – nothing; all he could do was turn his head left and right, even up and down, for a friend, or an acquaintance – but no, bloody hell, there was no one, not on single soul, he knew well there, just the occasional classmate, the occasional perceptible face floating by.

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Word count: 723
Tags: Azure, Little Lamb Toshiko
Muse: Wrote this on the bus. Still under great depression titanic shock at the 28798917th chapter of never-ending Bleach, with a sprinkle of Rokudo Mukuro. Guess the muse is pwning Edward Cullen at sparkling now.
Notes: Qiu's stupidly forgotten to scan the water gang drawing -facedesk- gotta wait 'til next post, then.

[TOSHIKO YUZURU]

let me light up the sky, light it up for you.
let me make this mine, i'll ignite

[/b] for you. ♥[/color][/size][/font][/center]

She'd been there already, the navy blue-haired girl with eyelids squinted to slits to allow her to see past the bright sunlight. It was quite a hot day with the heat sending it's burning sensation to the surface of the sand on the beach. The temperature easily led her to the beach with the given urge to feel the spray of the waves cool her off for a brief moment, before they sunk back into the sea and another wave followed. Toshiko sat in the sand that bordered the leaping waves. The sand in this area was much cooler compared to the sand much further of a distance from the water.

She'd have been at home, if only her pathetic air conditioning would have been enough to keep her cool. But no, it hadn't been as satisfying. Either way, the view from this position was much more enjoyable, as well as the occasional breeze that passed along the beach every now and then. Aside from the entertainment the scenery had given her on a daily basis, she also came here for the slight chance she'd decide to practice, or rather train her element and her poor abilities with using it. It had become a daily routine, depending on whether or not she'd had time. In this case, she had nothing else to do. In fact, she had no plans whatsoever for the entire day, and she couldn't help but feel so lazy and unsocial.

Toshiko dragged her gaze from the view that stretched out towards the horizon that lay past the sparkling blue water, and rested it on the group of people that had formed in some distance to her side. More individuals seemed to approach them to join into the crowd, wearing mainly swimwear. She figured out immediately who exactly the group turned out to be. Wearing mostly just swimsuits, and with such a large amount of people, they must have been the swim team.

Toshiko chuckled a bit to herself, remembering that Azure was supposedly meant to be a part of the team. They came at a great time, too~. Just when she was getting slightly bored, she'd come across a practice in place for the team. Whether or not it had been one of their first practices, she didn't really know. Azure didn't really tell her much about it.. if he did, she must've not been paying attention. Surely she had a reason, right?

Still, the coincidental timing rather caught her off guard.. Now she'd a reason to stay. What better did she have to do on such a boring day rather than staying to watch her friend practice? And quite possibly announce embarrassing comments to him in front of the team. You could say it would be a bit harsh to humiliate her friend and give him a horrible first impression to his new teammates, but that was simply how it had turned out so far throughout the friendship. She did unnecessary things to make things a bit tough on him, but it wasn't like she hated him.. In truth, he meant quite a lot more than she often gave him credit for.

Toshiko's eyes swept through the crowd, determining which of the group was him, and she stopped for a moment at a boy who'd placed himself at the water's edge with his feet accepting relief of the scorching hot sand by standing with his feet in the water. She quickly noticed this male had looked almost mistakably similar to who she'd been looking for. But there was a certain part in his appearance that told her otherwise and denied he'd been the true Azure. She couldn't tell what exactly had made her able to tell such a difference, she just had a feeling or something.

That's pretty odd... She instantly suspected any of those that were surrounding the unknown twin would unknowingly mistake him for Azure, or even the other way around. It actually sounded like it'd be quite amusing~. She rolled over to lay on her stomach with her chin rested in her palms as she watched the group with a content, patient smile.

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and it's still so hard to be who you are, so
you play this part and the show goes on.

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TAGS;; Tramp, Azure // closed.
WORDS;; 691
NOTES;; Baaa..
LYRICS;; Light Up The Sky by Yellowcard[/blockquote]

[AZURE RAMSEY]

CLEAR SKIES AND SING-ALONGS.
i ask myself what could go wrong, a thousand times
i would go back, you only have to ask.

❚ words: 730 ❚ artist: all time low ❚ tags: tramp, toshi

AS MUCH AS HE LOVED TO SWIM, the summer heat practically killed him—and unfortunately, most swimming competitions prepared for such of a climate's tournament, only because hot weather was undeniably much more preferable than the cold. Still, Azure wouldn't have minded the scorching rays of the sun; he was naturally cold in part of his element, but that was the thing—he was cold, and people, particularly the many sweaty individuals of the swimming group, rubbed their exposed flesh against him, as if he was gold. Crushed under the myriads of lingering foreign hands and ' oohs ' and ' ahhs ' of relieved men, the youth attempted to brush out of the sardine pack, hands slapping on thick shoulder blades and skulls, only to earn: "Yeeeah, that hit the spot." and "Thanks, man." Horrible, life was absolutely horrible—why couldn't it have been Old Man Winter to save the day and magically change season? If it had been so, Azure would have repelled any being from his icy touch. To them, he was an ice cube thrown into hot water—eventually, he would melt; if they had just left him be, he wouldn't have had to suffer the uncomfortable touches circling his lean frame.

"H-Help,"

[/b][/color] groaned the navy-tufted lad, yet he highly doubted anyone would have heard his cry for a savior—it just wasn't possible when loud signs erupted from every angle he shot his nervous eyes towards. Most aquakinetics were efficient if lunged at sea, and combined with their affinity for water, it was a natural fact that a bulk of the team had possessed manipulation of liquids; however, there was an occasional two or three that didn't harness such powers, but still adored the sport of swimming, regardless. Using techniques to gain an upperhand were forbidden in competitions, but there had been several contests exclusive only to water-benders—that was where swimming became a little more than just about racing.

When he had tried for the team, he had to come on the last day of auditting; it was the only convenient time slot for his strenuous schedule. He had only saw just about four others during the time, and none of them seemed to have made it, assuming that the present people gathered were the complete set of the crew. Unfamiliar faces, barely known enough to scrape by as an ' acquaintance ', towered over the youth's shrinking body—and bam, wet guys came toppling onto him, piling like useless corpses, as he took the slim chance to claw out of the sprawled limbs and heavy bodies; and he did, gradually, once he had met the burning sand reflecting the sizzling light of the sun. Sanity. He had to find sanity. Ravenous eyes flicked at the poor boy, the breathing ' dead ' twitched upwards from their fall, jerking their arms out with weakened knees as they started dragging forward to the source of heat-relief. Stumbling backwards, the Ramsey heir mentally groaned, staring horrendously at the troop of sweating idiots. He had prepared to make a run, but they suddenly stopped, oh so very suddenly.

Confusion dawned on their perspiring features:
"Is it just me? ... or do I see two..."

Azure followed their gazes, their puzzled gazes that kept reverting to him and to someone next to him; he blinked, somewhat baffled to see another blue-headed being—and just at the right time, too. "I think I'm gonna go get somethin' to drink," Others agreed, and the group dispersed to the resting grounds where magical fountain waters shined. Albeit appeased, he found himself gawking at the so-called ' look-alike ', studying the facial contortions and details that couldn't have possibly be the same as his own—but apparently, to any stranger, they looked similar enough that they believed themselves to be hallucinating. "Tramp,"[/b][/color] blurted the youth, lifting his wrist to wipe away the sweat of which had accumulated on his forehead ,"Tramp Truman? We were in the same graduating class."[/b][/color] He smiled, secretly grateful there had been at least one acquaintance he had seen in high school—that, and maybe he wouldn't be bothered to act as an air conditioner either.

Lifting his attention, he ascertained himself of any goofing gorillas in his peripheral vision before noting another figure at a distance—one of a female; shoot, was that ' her '? Some day this was, and just when he had thought he had escaped the worst of it.
[/size][/justify][/blockquote]❚ notes: urgh, my post was lame.
sorry about that, water friends. D;[/blockquote]

[TRAMP TRUMAN]

His feet stayed glue-rooted to the sand; sea water splashed like dry ice against his skin. Paralysis crawled slowly from his toes to his hips, circulating his kneecaps, digging ruthlessly in his thighs. Movement was disabled from waist down; numbness set his legs on a still momentum of trompe l'oeil. Tramp could do nothing now, couldn't even speak, let alone use his mind, just stay there in zero motion, and feel the never ending breeze of strangers passing by.

Tramp, Tramp, what are you doing?

Again, he was doing nothing. This he tried to convey to the inner, infinitesimal something that always protruded from the midst of debilitation or chaos in his mind; but no thought could be forged, not even when every nerve, every cell, every atom strained and stretched - his mind and soul was now just a piece of white blankness, deprived of all motion, all sense, all emotion, all every thing.

Tramp, if you're not comfortable here, then leave. Just... move your feet and... turn around.

Gradually, ever so slowly, Tramp complied. The numbness roared and seared his legs as he raised his foot in honey-sweet agony - the pain would be over as soon as he leaves and resigns from a once dazzling wonderland turned isolation maze. Yes, he was going to turn around, turn his back, betray all his effort and endless training during his vacation - the same endless training that carved him a spot on the swim team. At this, his foot stopped mid-air - what was he doing? He was - he was - he wrenched a nerve - he was he was he was -

Breaking a dream. His foot fell to the sand like a wind-kissed autumn lead.

His lips pulled apart and breathed in a gust of lava-hot air. He could do this, he supposed, could break out of his comfort zone and defy gravity, in his very own sense. People, especially aquakinetics - what was so scary about them? Nothing, right? He was perfectly safe, right? Yes, yes he was - he was perfectly safe, he was fine, just fine, never been better.

So why was his hearting racing like a buffalo on Red Bull?

He shook away the thought. Thoughts like these promoted anxiety, apprehension, and he needed neither of them for the time being; he would worry about some other shit sooner or later, knowing himself. He turned his head left and right, trying to catch someone's eye, anyone's eye - ah, yes, perfect timing. His lips curled into a quasi-generic smile at a girl, one whom he was certain he did not know - her face bore no familiarity, her nonexistent familiarity bore no name that could come to mind.

"Hey look! Twins!"

Immediately Tramp's head began swerving east and west again - TWINS?! WHERE?! SHOW ME! Just the same, it did not take long for his head to stop its attempt to rotate a full 180 degree circle - they were pointing at him, rubbing their eyes, pointing again, before resuming with their eye-rubbing.

"Huh?" Tramp blurted out, then, ever so cautiously, whilst preparing for the worst, his head turned - though only to one side this time.

It was like looking at a frameless mirror. Only not quite, for he was sure that, even under the sadism of the sun, he had not gone insane yet; this was not a hallucination. Twins, ha. Blue-haired, yes, blue-eyed yes, but definitely not twins - in fact, this fellow did look more than familiar - so much more, Tramp could actually begin to remember - yes, yes, yes! He remembered, he remembered - he was, he was, he was he was he was -

"Tramp Truman?"

- He was, maybe, just maybe, perhaps, oh, a wonderful possibility -

"We were in the same graduating class."

- Azure Ramsey.

Azure Ramsey.

Azure Ramsey.

Of course, how could Tramp possibly have forgotten? Well, not really forgotten - just... slipped his mind. Exploded with the rest. Lingered on the edge of the cliff of memories; clung onto that edge; nearly fell into the pit of lost remembrance.

"A-A-A-Azure!" came another blurt. "Oh my heavens - I cannot - I mean -"

So Tramp lost all powers of speech for a while.

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Word count: didn't count, sorry.
Muse: BL just bombarded the muse ._.
Listening to: SAKURA ADDICTION (hence, BL)
Notes: I don't see any lame or crap posts. I don't think I'm blind either. Both of your posts are fine diamonds.

[TOSHIKO YUZURU]

let me light up the sky, light it up for you.
let me make this mine, i'll ignite

[/b] for you. ♥[/color][/size][/font][/center]

"Hey look, twins!"

Toshiko had been watching the entire scene with an amused smile on her face. All of the team seemed to stare at the two, which made her feel kind of special for being able to tell them apart in an instant. Even at a distance. She snickered, watching the surrounding crowd in pursuit of Azure and his constant low body-temperature, seeing them come to a halt when the two blue-haired teammates encountered one another. "Is it just me? ... or do I see two..." The people around them exchanged glances before uncertainly turning to flee. Toshiko blinked, waving her feet around a bit from where they were held up off the sand. "A second Azure, eh?" she muttered. "Ohh, the possibilities~."

What was an exciting day on the beach without the excitement? Spotting someone new with such a resemblance to her own close friend ought to be quite a chance for excitement. Think of the silly advantages the "twins" could have.. using their similar appearance to fool other people. It was classic, and something that should be entertaining depending on what the other boy was like. Was he rude or obnoxious? Clumsy and awkward? Sly and scheming? You could never tell who a person was by just the sight of a face.

Toshiko lifted some sand up with a single hand and let the sand fall through the gaps between her fingers, constantly repeating this as she watched Azure and the rather unfamiliar boy gape at eachother. She hadn't for sure known if they'd seen each other before, or if they'd only just met. Though it was only a few seconds before she decided to go over and confront the two. She dragged her knees forward in the loose terrain until she could grip the ground enough with her feet. She scrambled a bit, kicking back some of the sand until she rose upwards and gained balance.

Howw, should we do this... Toshiko thought silently. She slowly walked off while the two were distracted by each other until she'd been out of Azure's view, behind his back rather than in front of him. When she'd assured herself she was out of his sight, she abruptly turned in his direction, trotting towards him casually while his focus was elsewhere. She came closer and closer, until her pace quickened and a smirk crossed her face. She leaped upward and landed square on his back, clinging to him teasingly.

"Azuurrreee~!!!" she shouted. She began rubbing the side of her face up against his back, most likely trying to annoy him about his body-temperature by acting so obsessive. "So... so cold, so refreeshiinng~.." Toshiko had often seemed to make the oddest of first impressions towards those who she'd spot Azure with. She teased him all the time, and supposedly she liked to convince his acquantances he attracted weird company. She climbed upwards to place her chin on his shoulder, gazing at the boy in front of them. "Who's thiisss~?" she asked obnoxiously with a goofy smile on her face.

When she looked at the stranger for a moment, she saw how similar they really had been, as well as noticed their particular differences. The one she'd been facing, while having her arms wrapped loosely around Azure's shoulders as well as her legs hugging around his waist, seemed much more flustered at the sight of his 'twin'. He had all Azure's basic features; blue hair, blue eyes, somewhat similar build. Though Toshiko couldn't help but see a bit more of innocence in his eyes, compared to Azure, who she knew how much he had always forced himself to come off as respectful and decent to any spectator. The innocence that she saw in the other male's appearance made her head shoot up for a moment. It made him seem so much more recognizable, if it were to become an issue. The unfamiliar boy already seemed a bit more honest and carefree.

She'd known Azure for so long, able to tell the truth behind his little selfless fibs and gestures. Well, most of the time. It was like he carried around a mask, speaking against his mind at times for the sake of whoever he faced. She'd gotten used to it, and assumed it was for him to seem more fit for his place as first son. Perhaps he'd be better off presenting himself that way. But the other guy in front of them seemed a bit different. It wasn't that she'd end up preferring him over Azure in an instant. No, years of being so close wouldn't just be dropped so quickly. It was just new.

Toshiko blinked and finally released her grip of Azure, sliding down to land on her feet and bounced over to stand at his side, her fists rested on her hips. "Name?" she demanded calmly while running her eyes over the boy for a brief moment. She might as well know, since this encounter ought to start something. They'll all probably end up running into eachother pretty often, considering the two did resemble eachother quite well, revealing quite a few possibilities. They'll most likely become best friends or something... Azure is lacking quite a few male friends. He's probably desperate. She snickered a bit. How many male friends did he have anyway?

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and it's still so hard to be who you are, so
you play this part and the show goes on.

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TAGS;; Tramp, Azure // closed.
WORDS;; 884
NOTES;; and our little toshi attacks...
LYRICS;; Light Up The Sky by Yellowcard[/blockquote]

[AZURE RAMSEY]

CLEAR SKIES AND SING-ALONGS.
i ask myself what could go wrong, a thousand times
i would go back, you only have to ask.

❚ words: 944 ❚ artist: all time low ❚ tags: tramp, toshi

THERE WAS NO DOUBT THAT THE OTHER was the Tramp Truman of his grade—that was what Azure had believed, but with the speechless silence written on the mirror's face, he had almost, just almost, wondered the slim possibilities of having a familiar cohort in the very same swimming crew; on the contrary, the island wasn't at all large. Bumping into classmates wasn't unusual, but it wasn't frequent either, considering the various cities and areas to divide time in. Still, what were the chances of remotely discovering a ' look-alike '? Sure, he hadn't been all that close with the other water-user during his high school years—they were mere acquaintances, only known by name and face, nothing more. As the type to have spent most of his studying periods in libraries and much of his energy in community services, Azure had been victim to several people labeling him as " Tramp " whenever he meandered through streets; they'd say ,"Whoa, Tramp, you change your clothes fast." or "Didn't I just see you over there a minute ago?"—it went on until he just about had it with the confusion, especially when, at one point, he had turned in a research paper and failed to receive credit since such an essay was graded to this ' Tramp ' person. What the hell, you know? It even had Azure's name on it.

When school yearbooks arrived into the grasps of many exuberant students, few even had the notion to call the sixteen year-old [near the end of his juniorship] to see what his ' twin ' looked like; admittingly, he had believed the photograph to be photoshopped—the similarities were frightening, but nothing to fuss over about. Obvious differences laid in the shape of their eyes and nose, lips and facial contours, yet the majority only bothered to recognize him by the blue of his hair and jewels—a trait several aquakinetics shared. After confirming who the Truman was, conversing with the mirrored male became, not awkward, but somewhat normal. Like any other companion in campus who had just dispersed after graduation, attending different sets of colleges, he hadn't predicted that he would collide with Tramp in the present. Tramp wasn't a close ally for him to visit, to phone, or to write to—and yet, here he was, a face that granted relief.

Finally, a reaction spilled out in the form of his name being stammered out—he didn't know how to respond to it, only fixating his wary focus on the more open lad with knitted brows of puzzlement. His hand twitched upwards, itching to pat his familiar cohort on the head, as if to reassure the other that he was indeed Azure—however, he didn't, and settled his cool fingers upon Tramp's bare shoulder, somewhat concerned as to why the man presented himself the way he did. Was he supposed to have the same reaction as the swimming mate?—was it even normal to form such an emotional greeting? The Ramsey wasn't certain. "Tramp? Is everything alri-...!"

[/b][/color] Cut off, he nearly lost his balance from the sudden weight thrown upon him. Warmth splashed across the cold surface of his skin, having him slightly wince at the remembrance of unwelcomed touch. Just as he was about to question the abrupt intruder, a voice chirped—of course—Toshiko.

"Really, did you have to do that,"[/b][/color] dully mumbled the boy, craving the urge to dig his nails into a chalkboard, a surfboard, anything, with every grating motion the girl had her soft cheeks rub against his flesh. Hadn't this happened before? ... Ah, yes, countless of times—and this particular moment wouldn't have added much of a dent to the pile of memories; there was just too many that it appeared hopeless to recount and relive. Why Toshiko found intervention entertaining, he had no idea—he had never witnessed her bursting into conversations with Kaminari, though, like how she had frequently done with him. Perhaps it was a girl code, or something women had an affinity or obligation in following. Or perhaps it was just a Toshiko-thing. Yeah, just something Toshiko would do.

Nevertheless, the little lady was far too close for comfort, far too close into his space that it was just " ugh "; he planted his grayish-blue hues upon her head of which had landed perfectly on his shoulder, skeptical. She was gawking at Tramp. Should he have been worried?—should he have been worried that she was slowly picking up old pieces, everything he had seen and done without her, of his past, into her pockets? Unfair, how she seemed to stumble into the most ironic of confrontations with his past peers; unfair, how his life had appeared to be an open book for her to read; and unfair, how he had nothing to learn of her. Still, it wasn't as if he wanted to know everything about her—no, Azure didn't care what she did as long as he had no relations to it, but he didn't like the feeling of being exposed. Already had she figured his ' nice guy ' guise, what more of his layers would she strip away from him? Sure, they were close friends, but there was always that possibility of her leaving, of her becoming an enemy that would turn those undetected quirks of his against him. Like Zephyr.

Heaving a light sigh, Azure replaced where the Yuzuru's chin had been with his own hand once she had detached from his spine—lighter, it was lighter—and rose a brow at her unceremonious transition from perky and silly to brusque and, well, Toshiko-ish. He lifted his electric blue capsules to his male companion, weakly mouthing a ' sorry ' for the woman's alien assault.
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[TRAMP TRUMAN]

There was a reason as to why Hector "Tramp" Truman had currently possessed a numb tongue and a charming set of defective vocal chords: Azure Ramsey, duh. No, they were not friends, oh no no no, not even close, yet they were not total, complete strangers either. Long story short, they attended the same school, graduated by the same year, probably brushed shoulders at least fifty million times in a row. Funny, though, how Tramp - of all the wealthy, powerful aquakinetics on the island which probably isn't much - often got mixed up with the Ramsey boy - er, man, considering his age now. It was hilarious, to be frank, and just slightly cruel that a member of the Ramsey family (who, in Tramp's point of view, were pretty much being led by the ultimate, motherfucking, beastly water-pwner whose bodily muscles probably rippled with each manly step he took) was, on a near-daily basis, thought of as a mere Truman, aka: truckload of water failures.

That aside, Tramp's school life was exceptionally splendid. Really. Because duh, ditzy daydreamers like him would just so easily forget about all the times he had received major assessments that had absolutely zero trace of - well, him, not to mention a totally different name on them. And that was only the easy part. The first two times were fine with the teachers, nothing wrong, silly mistake, but then said 'silly mistakes' began repeating over and over again at ridiculously fail intervals that by the end of less than a year, Tramp had been forced to bring his ID card and his birth certificate just to prove that he is indeed Hector Truman, not Azure Ramsey.

Honestly, though. Azure's a miracle now. Familiar face, way-too familiar name - life was wonderful, after all.

...And then came the extra-terrestrial female, oh shit.

Tramp could not - oh yes serious business this time round - could not be any happier. First, his jaw-dropping, ground-shaking discovery of the Azure Ramsey; and now, an equally kiss-worthy finding of - of - of - ...amazing, the spectrum of humanoid personalities was. Simply amazing. Wonderful. Charming. Divine. Ladies and gentlemen, try not to faint, for there was really a creature in this bloody vast universe who harboured even more Martian-like essence than the (not-so) mighty Tramp Truman himself:

In other words, before Tramp's eyes stood (well, not really, but for the sake of inappropriately lengthy posts, let's just put it as 'stood') the Queen of All Childish-Hyper-Active Little Bunnies Young Females.

She was - ...amusing, Tramp decided straightaway as he watched her attack his pseudo-twin from behind. He noted the way her cheek rubbed against his presumably frosty skin, the way her chin descended on his shoulder, the impish aura that emanated from her unexpected assail. This aura, the feelings it invoked in Tramp, was anything but romantic. There seemed no amorous connection between assaulter and assultee, just the mischievous, invisible bond chaining two friends together.

Because that was what they were, Tramp could tell: friends.

At the simple demand for his name, Tramp wasted no second for scruples. "Tramp," he answered her clearly, a honey-drop of pride dripping slowly from his lips. This nickname, which had over the course of time evolved into a second official name ready to take over the first anytime and anywhere, was more than special to the aquakinetic: it merged, mixed, unified two primal stages of life into one - to be more specific, it was the ideal alloy of the innocent pleasures of childhood and the harsh realities of adolescence, not to mention the dreaded nearing years of adulthood. This nickname, this psychological fusion, marked as a major contributor to who Tramp was, is, and will continue to be.

No worries. The light smile he sent back to Azure had already overspilled with a cotton-candy sort of anticipation.

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Word count: ahem.
Tags: Ramsey Family's Baking Fetishist Azure, She Who Bears A Name Resemblance To Vongola's Lightning Guardian (ohai kiwii-LAMBO)
Muse: QIU'S MUSE SPARKLES BETTER THAN THE CULLENS UNDER THE BEATING SUN. FO SURE YO. /high
Notes: Hi there. High on the sudden burst of Trampmuse. Still a Red Bull virgin. And I have recently been told that in slang, Tramp does not ONLY mean HOBO. Boy I'm glad I don't live in North America.

[TOSHIKO YUZURU]

let me light up the sky, light it up for you.
let me make this mine, i'll ignite

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Moments later, the look-alike introduced himself, a somewhat prideful tone at the mentioning of his own name. Tramp. Wasn't that a unique name? Of course, it hadn't been to hard to conclude it had been only a nickname. However, the origins of how it had been given to the boy, she didn't know. Perhaps it could be something she could find out after a while.. With her assumptions of a possible friendship stirring up again, she began to predict how it would all turn out. It was kind of expecting of her, declaring such things in her head. But if she actually found someone who was decent enough for her to hang out with, someone who seemed could tolerate her, she liked to wonder.

The glance Tramp sent sideways and the reassuring smile given to Azure instantly gave her a clue of its indications. It was a subtle reply of some sort—to Azure behind her. Her first thought was that Azure was sympathizing with Tramp before them by sending some sort of apoligetic look. That was the assumption she kept to, and she silently sneered. Without hesitation, and without adjusting her facial expression or shifting her gaze, she lightly jammed her elbow into Azure's stomach, with a comfortability that easily told anyone that she didn't, hadn't ever considered his reaction. Azure, idiot, I ought to smack you.. she thought crossly.

Maybe she was being unfair, blaming him for her making her own bad impression. Maybe she was, but she had that habit. She turned things on him almost anytime she got the chance, and if not, she would avert a lot of frustration towards him, adding to the normal unnecessary treatment she gave him. Had it been a reason as simple as her not being solidly fond of him, she wouldn't be there, standing amongst the two mimicked figures. But it hadn't been that simple, she knew. It's more complicated. However, it was of a conclusion far from her own reach. She couldn't place her finger on it. But she ignored the curiosity and went about with whatever. In this case, she proceeded with their introductions.

Her eyes brightened and she smiled cheerfully, to take attention away from her previous contact, or various interactions with Azure. Toshiko clamped her hands together and blinked up at Tramp. "Neat name.. Tramp," she said, repeating the label to confirm it. After displaying her approval with another grin, she placed her hand against her chest to gesture towards herself. "My name is Toshiko~," she declared sweetly. Her friendly tone was bound to wear off whenever it would be that this Tramp would get used to her, or any time she decided it got boring. Why she chose to use it in the first place could lead to many ideas, more possibly leading to the answer that for some reason, she wanted to befriend him. It'd get confusing, she predicted, to have to waste effort interpreting which of the two was her friend, and which one wasn't. Quite a selfish reason.. but she'd only just met the guy. What she'd think over time was for her to find out.

"You can call me whatever you want, unless what you call me pisses me off.." Her eyes seemed to narrow irritatedly as she began remembering several nicknames she'd been given that she was especially not fond of. For instance, the oh-so-great Eli Ramsey had a tendancy for referring to her as "Toshitko". As 'clever' as that was, it was just as irking, specifically because of how pleased of himself he had seemed to be whenever and wherever he put the name to use. And since he was one that she wouldn't want to provide confidence, it annoyed her quite easily. Another rather straightforward name a certain individual personally dubbed her with was simply, "Whore". Dani, the Wilson head who carelessly threw around the name with great enthusiasm, was immediately convinced, due to her gullible, yet somehow tolerable reliance on the one idea a certain male gave her. Who taught her this? Coincidentially, it had been Eli as well. Apparently he had found a way to supply another horrid nickname to Toshiko.

Shaking that off after a few seconds of grimacing, she returned her gaze to the blue-haired boy in front of her, while the other supposedly remained behind. "I'm assuming you already know his name," she muttered, tossing a thumb over her shoulder to point at Azure. Surely they'd already introduced themselves, and if not just now, elsewhere before she made her appearance. And since she did arrive after all on this fateful day, it was highy possible her expecations of a friendship would soon be acted upon, if they hadn't been already.

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and it's still so hard to be who you are, so
you play this part and the show goes on.

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TAGS;; Tramp, Azure // closed.
WORDS;; 788
NOTES;; n/a
LYRICS;; Light Up The Sky by Yellowcard[/blockquote]