Bellyflop

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<sub>A brown haired man stood on the shore to a large sparkling blue lake. His green brown eyes scanned the tropical looking waters with pleasure. This was gonna be good. He was muscularly built and standing in swimming trunks he looked like a greek god. He ran a hand through disheveled hair and started running, each muscle pumping powerfully to propel his sexy body onward as he jumped, diving into the clear waters. A moment later her head burst into the air and he took a great thankful gulp of air. Ahhh, sweet. He stroked, swimming across the luxurious waters. The sky was clear, the sun bright and hot, shining down on him and caressing each supple curve of his form.

"Mmmm... Nice day for a swim..."

He grinned, turning from floating on his back to his stomach and seemed to get up on something, but nothing was there. He stood on the water, looking down into the lake and then up. He started floating, almost like he was on an invisible elevator as he rose, standing leisurely. He made it to twenty feet in the air, looking down and smiling. He stood ready, you could already tell he was going to try and dive. From that height took more than skill though, it took guts to even get off the edge. He tried, leaning forward. He chickened out, leaning back. He tried again, leaning forward. No, back. Forwaaaard. He hung there in the air, thinking he was going to lean back again and balance himself. He waited another second in the air, feeling realization float over him as he dangled in the air and then tilted forward more, twisting like a cat and falling.

He hit the water with what almost sounded like a thud. Ouch... Bellyflop... He struggled towards the shore, gasping and holding a big red stain on his stomach. His perfect chest was marred with a giant red splotch. Ow... Thats gotta hurt.</sub>

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((NObody? really? you sure? ^_^`))

[Melodia]

"Ouch!"

The voice was light and breezy, and seemed to be laughing even though its owner was not. The voice belonged to a young woman, perhaps twenty-eight. She appeared near the Ether. She was off duties for the day (though, really, she never was off off) and had come down to do a little relaxing and writing. In one hand she clutched a worn leather journal, and the other rested on a leopard-print bag that was slung over her shoulder. Her choice of clothing simply flattered her thin figure; brown leggings, a flowy, short cream-colored dress, and the bright pink straps of her swimsuit that would have contrasted if not for the pink and brown necklace that was swooped delicately around her neck.

A pink bird sat on her shoulder, it's tailfeathers extending down her back. The girl was tall, perhaps 5"11, with light brunette hair and a heart-shaped face. Her skin was fair and her smile delicate. "Am I interrupting something?" She asked, half-expecting the guy's girl to break the surface. He was exceptionaly good looking, as she had noticed before speaking up.

[After a year on Magikus when I couldn't find a good piccy of her, I finally got one! (She's taller though): storyinaraindrop.deviantart.com/art/ignore-my-wishes-62973406]

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((o0o00o pretty! *claps* XD))

<sub>He hissed at the red welt on his side, pouting slightly at it before he hear the soft breath of wind exhale onto the lake, a few bird twittering in the trees around the placid blue waters. He looked out to the lake, diamond blue waters splishing pleasantly along the tan sands. There was a moment of silence and he heard a voice behind him. It was soft and musical, almost like how he'd imagine the wind talking if it had a voice. He turned, body twisting slightly to perfectly show off his glistening godly shaped muscles in the sunlight. He ran a hand through his wet hair, pulling darker wet bangs from his for head. He looked at a pretty girl. Pretty was his first impression. She was really pretty. He eyed her up and down, a brilliant smile flashing along his face to put straight pearly whites onto display. Hot damn was he good looking.

He wasn't exactly Brad Pitt or Antonio Banderes, or maybe even not as hot as that model Zimri, but he was a good piece of meat. His green brown eyes let themselves indulge as he decided on an answer. She had asked him a question. He had to reply, or he'd be rude and not nearly as hot as before.

"Oh, no, I was just swimming..."

The red splotch on his stomach burned as he spoke and he kinda wished he'd decided to be rude. Talking hurt right now. His hand gingerly touched the red skin and he tried to look like it didn't hurt, only flinching a little. Damn, why'd he have to try and jump from so high? What the hell was wrong with him?</sub>

[Melodia]

Melodia set her bag down. She tilted her head slightly and whispered something, almost like a soft cooing noise, and the little pink bird flapped its wings once and flew off, it's long tail streaming out in the wind. She watched it go with eyes wide in admiration, then turned back to him. Her lips slanted into a quirky, delicate smile, and she walked over towards him.

"I don't really know what to do for stupidity," She laughed, shaking her head and crossing her arms as she stopped just a foot or two away from him, surverying the damage. "You know, flying up twenty feet in the air and then falling. Not the smartest thing in the world, I might admit," Mel said, taking one risky glance up to meet his eyes and then letting it fall. A smile still lingered on her lips.

She held out one thin hand expectantly. "Melodia. And what's your name?"

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<sub>Tyler's eyes watched her as there was a soft coo and the pink bird on her shoulder swirled lightly into the air, wings swooshing and lifting it into the sky. He watched it go with her, the same awe in his own eyes but a little less obvious. It was a cool bird, but...too pink. He smiled, looking back to see her picking her way towards him. She ended up in front of him, surveying his red splotch.She mentioned it, his listening as she commented on his fall. He looked away, crossing his muscled arms delicately over his chest so as not to hurt himself more. He looked aloof, not exactly pompous, but slightly curious and haughty.

”Oh… you uhhh… saw that? I just messed up a little... I meant to do that…”

His face was a bit tense, his pride being threatened. He didn’t want to be rude but he was as embarrassed as all hell that a chick had seen him do that bellyflop. He looked out over the waters, stealing a glance at her before looking back out to the sparkling sea of liquid. Damn, and she was a pretty one. His face only got a little pink and it might not have been noticeable. He wasn’t sure. He told himself to calm down. Maybe she’d buy that he really meant to do that hideous horrible flop.</sub>

[Melodia]

Her eyes flashed happily as if she was supressing some amazingly important information. "Oh yes, you totally meant to do a bellyflop," She laughed, pulling at the strap of her swimsuit because it was digging into her skin. A breeze blew her bangs from her eyes and she blinked, wetting her throat and trying hard not to let an akward silence fall between them. She actually liked silences. They gave her time to reflect, to think and stare off into space while she crafted new ideas and plots and characters to keep track of in her journal. But Mel knew that to other people silences were uncomfortable. She had to deal with other people a lot, being Head of Defense and all, and so she knew how to fill up the empty air.

"So you're like what, an elementalist? Air bender? You can fly?" She hinted, her left eyebrow raising slightly and her lips parting in a playful smile. That was another thing she liked--learning people's powers. That way she could asses the threat. Already she had planned out her attack on him, possibly heavier artillery because he could most likely control wind resistance. She was thinking spikes from the ground or maybe a lead weight that she could control to chain to his foot and then threaten to sink him in the water.

It was so fun controlling weapons that she often forget she had control over other objects, too.

[Hahaha! * Is scared of her own character* She reminds me of Elle from Heroes, except for she's not brainwashed. xD]

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((XD OMG I SWEAR I will post for this tomorrow when I get on XD Tyler is gonna be like "Oh yeah leitation *oblivious she's planning out how threatening he is*

Tyler: I'm threatening? *puppy dawg eyes*

Me: =_= You're too hot to be cute, stop it...

Tyler: =_=...kay...*flexes*))

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<sub>She looked innocent enough. But he was oblivious to the weapons she could hit him with or how she was planning on possibly killing him if he threatened her. Lets hope he doesn't do anything bad now. He blinked at her sarcasm, frowning slightly.

"Well... The landing was a little off, but I mostly got it..."

He smiled. Yeah, sure. He had been going for a swan dive and...uhhh didn't get the swan right. More of a duck after it'd been shot in hunting season. He'd fallen brilliantly. He could have levitated himself and caught himself before he fell, but he'd been so shocked and hadn't expected going forward so far that he had sort of forgotten. Good thing he was always on his toes at work. Being a construction worker things were falling all the time. He'd saved a few guys falling from high places and he'd also caught metal bars that had accidentally wretched free. Hammers were always getting knocked down and he could catch those of even bring up a bucket of nails from the ground. He'd helped someone avoid being hit by a car and getting in car crashes. All sorts of things. He could probably lift people out of burning buildings too, but he hadn't come across any that were on fire to add to his record. He didn't think anything of it of course. He was just levitating things. Thats what he did. She asked and his thoughts flcikered back to her. What? Power. Oh right, floating in the air must have seemed kind of wierd.

"Oh, I can levitate things. S'what I do. Parents didn't ahve very strong powers so I was kind of a surprise when I got so strong. My name's Tyler. Ipswitch. Nice to meet you."

He held out a wet hand to shake her's, being the friendly kinda guy that he was. His green and brown splintered eyes were smiling like he was. Oh if only he knew.</sub>

[Melodia]

Melodia shook his hand gently, grinning. "Tyler IPSWITCH? You have no idea how awesome that is!" The girl laughed, her brunette bangs tipping sideways with her movement. She released his grip and fixed them, clearing her throat and straightening her back. She locked her hands in front of her and stared clearly at him, blinking once or twice in a very proper manner. "Melodia, Head of Defense under his and her majesty the King and Queen," Her eyes searched him as she spoke, and then her serious face broke again into laughter. She was an extremely happy person, except when angered, and then she was...not so sweet? More like blood-thirsty, really. But not now...

There was a small silence of reflection, and then she continued. "I sing," Mel said plainly, as if he should understand immediatly what she meant by such a quirky statement. "And create...things. You know, weapons--" Her eyes flashed dangerously, powerfully, "--and nice things. Like chocolate, and books, and roses. What could be better?" She ended on a high note, and suddenly a box of chocolates appeared in his left hand, a rose in his right, and a book at his feet.

"For me?" She asked, her eyebrows raising and her eyes alight in the sun.

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<sub>Tyler nodded, smiling at her and looking to her and down while she went on. A soft breeze off the lake caressed his red skin and it felt nice to have that light coolness on him for a moment. He jumped slightly as a rose and chocolates appeared in his hands, a book at his feet. What the... Oh, her power? She looked at him, asking if they were for her. Uhhh... yeah, sure, why not? He smiled.

"Of course. Who could resist giving you presents?"

Especially when they suddenly appear in your hands... He thought to complete what he was saying. He looked around a minute.

"Did you come here to go swimming? Or... just to relax and let hot guys give you roses and candy?"

He smiled flirtatiously with her, wondering if she was the flirting type. Some girls were so oblivious. Maybe she thought he was just giving her a friendly smile?</sub>

[Melodia]

A michevious smile decorated her gentle face as she took the chocoloates and put them in her bag, then played with the roses in her fingers until a thorn sliced through her skin. She sighed and wrapped her fist around them and they disappeared, leaving a few scratches along the way.

"I came here to write, actually," Melodia corrected him, leafing through a small leather-bound book that she took from her bag. "Always been a hobby of mine. I'd publish a book if it wasn't so out of my league," She laughed but it came out sort of sad. Her careful brown eyes glanced towards the ground before meeting up with his. She straightened and brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. "So, if you don't mine my asking "hot guy", what is your line of profession? In case this," She motioned in between them, "turns into anything. I need to know if you could support our children." She was completely joking, of course, but she kept that look of serious sarcasm throughout.