TIME FOR TRAINING! - tony

[WREN RYDER ANDERSON]

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this is a story about control. my control.

he sat on his bed, playing with fire. he lit up his hands and began levitating a ball of fire around. the boy wanted to control his powers and he was going to do everything he can to achieve full control. his teachers told him to go practice by the fields after he had asked the multiple times on help for mastering his powers. he had seen other students practice but none were like him. the ones he'd seen practicing are students that can fly but he was pretty sure he had seen a girl turn the weather above the fields from sunny to rainy to cloudy to hail in less than a minute. he grabbed his phone and sent a text to tony, meet me in the soccer fields. biatch. i need someone to train with. the boy changed into a pullover and sweats, deciding that it was best for a time like this. grabbing his sports bag, he left the dorm and headed straight for the soccer fields.

once he got there, he set his bag down by a bench and headed for the edge of the field, where the wall was. he decided that he would start playing with his powers while waiting for the senior to get to the fields. he faced the wall and flicked his wrists, getting the flames to ignite around his hands. it was easier just to control parts of his body rather than his whole body. it took way more energy to control his whole body but there were limits to controlling just parts of his body. for example, when he's fully ignited, the boy is able to 'fly' but it was more like using a jet pack, using fire to hover through the air. like a shooting star, in a way. trying his abilities out, wren held both arms out, facing the wall and concentrated. soon enough, a blast of fire streamed out of both hands, hitting the wall. it was like a flamethrower. wren grinned and decided to explore farther into his powers, forming a concentrated sphere in his hands and hurled it at the wall, watching as the ball exploded into sparks of fire.

no signs of exhaustion yet, the teenager paused and let the fire spread through his body, until his whole body was covered in red and orange flames. he hopped once. twice. and boom! all that was left was a streak of fire as he hovered around the sky, sending down streams of fire as practice but his fire died out and the boy crashed into the grass. he got up and dusted off the dirt in his clothes and grumbled, muttering something about how tony should hurry the hell up.

TAGGED: TONY | OUTFIT | OOC: TIME TO GO TRAINING

[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

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i wear my sunglasses at night (so i can so i can)

Tony did not know, when he bought it, that he would actually wear the red Santa hat. In fact, Tony hadn't even remembered packing it. But there it was, at the very bottom of his slowly-emptying suit case, folded haphazardly and a little worn around the edges.

Last year, for Christmas, Tony had bought it because the girls had begun to doubt Santa. He had left it next to the cookies he happily wolfed down, along with some Magic Dust silver glitter. The girls had gone ballistic over it. They'd run into his room before even opening their presents to show him how Santa had forgotten his hat. He'd pretended to be annoyed and skeptical. He'd told them that they had to have been the ones to leave it out to trick him, but they were nearly crying with excitement, so he let them lead him out to the living room and show him the pile of magic.

Later that night, when they were camping out in the living room, waiting for Santa to come back, he waited until they were half asleep, then turned invisible and grabbed the hat, put it on his head, and walked into the fireplace (a difficult enough feat), bobbed his head around a little, then shot up so the hat couldn't be seen. He played a little "Ho ho ho! Merrry Christmas!" thing from his phone, then stood in that stupid fireplace for what seemed like an eternity before he could get out and put more glitter in it.

He was still debating over whether or not the whole thing had been worth it.

Upon further observation, Tony found that there was still a little bit of glitter on it. He laughed to himself and pulled it on, because he didn't really plan on going anywhere today.

With that out of the way, he bounced onto his bed and turned his phone; it had been charging long enough now. He had three texts, the most recent of which was from Wren. It had been quite a long time ago, and since he had a convenient view of the field from his dorm window, Tony went over to check and make sure he hadn't given up on him. Unfortunately, Tony got there just in time to see Wren's horrifying crash landing.

He sprinted out to the field, and immediately regretted his decision not to put on jeans and a jacket when Wren picked himself up. He jogged the last few feet and frowned at his friend. "Careful, bro. Don't kill yourself. You scared me half to death!" Tony went to push a hand through his hair, but found that he had not left his Santa hat with his jacket and jeans back in his room. He didn't take it off, but just hoped Wren didn't give him too much hell for it. "Damn sophomore," he grumbled, shaking his head as he took a moment to catch his breath.

WORDS: 500 | OUTFIT | OOC: wahooo

[WREN RYDER ANDERSON]

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this is a story about control. my control.

the boy sure as hell wasn't used to crashes like that. hell, he barely practiced his 'flying' ability to begin with. he had only recently found out about it. he stood up and groaned, rolling his shoulders angrily. he always got frustrated when using his powers. it was like, some side effect of his powers or something but he couldn't help but get annoyed at how much lack of control he had. he hated it so much. he stretched his arms before igniting his body again. this time, however, the sound of footsteps distracted him, causing the flames to die out.

it was tony, the guy he had texted moments ago. normally, the boy would have greeted his friend with a sarcastic hello but his anger was getting the best of him. wren, however, was trying to hold it back.

"Careful, bro. Don't kill yourself. You scared me half to death!" the blonde laughed, giving the other his signature friendly smile. "don't worry dude. i'm used to it." he lied but it was fine. he spent a lot of his time lying to people about pain. he huffed, wincing a little but hoped that the senior didn't see it. he raised an eyebrow at the other male and grinned. "what a sexy hat you got there bro." he couldn't help but laugh. in the middle of his laugh though, pain shot through his body, making him kneel on the groan, groaning. he gestured for the other to back up, thinking that heat will relieve it and ignited himself again. it worked, the pain had minimized into a mere sting. his flames simmered and he got up stretching. "sorry you had to see that."

the blonde smirked, glancing over what the boy was wearing and reached out, snatching the hat from the older boy and chuckled. "kinky." he winked at tony and nudged him, changing the subject from the fall.

"took you long enough to get here, by the way."

TAGGED: TONY | OUTFIT | OOC: SHORT BUT, EH. QUALITY OVER QUANTITY. JK. NONE OF BOTH. LOL

[STETSON TONY GILLIAM]

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i wear my sunglasses at night (so i can so i can)

Tonybro is, well, just that. A bro at heart. Truly, completely, and right up to his core, Tony is the essence of a bro. Perhaps it was something to do with his younger sisters, or maybe it was just the way he was raised. Better yet, let us give him the benefit of the doubt and say that that is just a part of his personality. In any case, it has always been paramount that he try to make sure that all of his bros (which, in his personal opinion, were a great few) were as happy as he could have them be.

Of course, in being a bro, that also means that occasionally, Tony does not do the right thing. His intentions are always pure, however, and that's all that really counts in the end, isn't it?

Anyway, part of Tony's bro-ness is his tendency to abhor the thought of any of his bros being in danger or getting hurt or being upset, et cetera, because of him. Of course, it would be awful enough for any of those things to happen in the first place. But if it was his fault? Unacceptable. In this case, Tony very much felt as though Wren's getting hurt was his fault, and he was not at all set at ease when Wren tried to brush it off. He felt as though guilt might inundate his being all of a sudden. What if Wren had gotten seriously damaged? He could have broken his spine, and it would have been all Tony's fault.

Stet became a bit more at ease when Wren started joking about his hat. He couldn't be too bad off if he was joking around, right? "Yeah, man. I'm big pimpin' with my santa hat." The laugh that should have followed was caught in his throat and never did make it to see the light of day when Wren hit the ground. Without really thinking about it, he took several steps back, and the next thing he knew, his friend was surrounded by flames.

Tony pulled off his hat and began to ring it in between his hands nervously. "Are you sure you don't--" Before Tony had the opportunity to finish, Wren had grabbed his hat from his hands and it was made clear that this topic of conversation was not to be pursued. Despite his tendencies to worry all of the time, Tony understood; his face would have been the color of a fire engine. Though, he didn't really think Wren should have anything to be embarrassed about. He wasn't the only one who needed to work out the kinks with his power. Hell, Tony still wakes up invisible most days occasionally.

Tony smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "I do what I can with what I got. I make it work, Bro. Don't hate." Then, Tony laughed a little because, really, it was entirely the hat's fault that he was late. "Sorry, man. Got distracted. You know what the thought of fat old men does to me."

One of these days, he was going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and they were going to take him seriously and have him locked up.

WORDS: 550 | OUTFIT | OOC: he should wear a santa hat for massy omg i commend tony's broness so much