<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/8u49qBc.jpg)(https://imgur.com/z3USgpj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Felix Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16147442#msg16147442) &amp; Hissy Fit</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>This</em>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/18/58/531858649f4d2e264b3e453766c63d47.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>6:35PM June 4th; Evening</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Clearing</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Janise | Bully, CJ, Robin, Elle</em><br/><hr/>Felix hears CJ caution Bully behind him about language, and turns and scrunches his face. There’s a ‘He’s right’ on Felix’s lips that doesn’t come -<em>only</em>because it’s CJ and Robin is all about it. Need to get this boy to loosen up! It’s probably improper to take him back to his tent and loosen him up the good ol’ fashioned way - Robin would<em>not</em>understand his brother taking his crush to pound town. So instead of speaking, Felix shelves the thought, puffs his cheeks with air, and nods in agreement with CJ - “<strong>Nope! You’re totally safe. Just <em>look at him</em></strong>” Felix gestures CJ from head to toe and back up, as if he were some sort of Achilles like specimen - bask in the glory of this one hell of a blocker, and know strange woodland lady, that you are safe! And if putting him on a pedestal endeared CJ to him by accident, forcing him to feel comfortable enough to let loose and tell him all of his delicious juicy personal details so that he could share them with Robin without shame so that they could be weaponized as some sort of love rocket against him, well then so fucking be it!<br/><br/>As Felix has revealed to Layne earlier, he played defensive midfielder. That position was - goalie arguments aside - the most difficult position in soccer. Not only physically, but mentally. You’re the last line of defense before the ball ends up on your side of the field. You have to be ready to get the ball, and move the ball, position and set people up, take it from others. The short of it is you have to be<em>aware</em>. You have to be able to puzzle out what other people can do, and you have to be able to find opportunities. So in some ways, this is what Felix is great at!<br/><br/>In other ways,<em>that’s a fucking giant snake-lady</em>. And she’s hot. In a sort of twisted-fantasy kind of way. Not typically Felix’s thing, but as he staggers back watching the creature smash into CJ, he can feel internal unresolved weeb feelings blossoming somewhere in the pit of his stomach.<br/><br/>Or maybe lower?<em>Ugggh.</em><br/><br/>Felix blinks and watches. He’s not usually stunned but it’s hard to compute the giant not-real-fantasy-snake-woman with reality as he has thus far understood it. It’s a good thing others seem to be on the ball. One the ball. On the ball. He needs to get on the damn ball! That snaps him out of it.<br/><br/>Ice. Super strength. Clones. Flare guns? God that’s all a hell of a lot more impressive than what he can do. He<em>thinks</em>. But he doesn’t know. So now’s as good a time as any. Felix scrambles around the tent, grabs the flashlight Courtney had been going after, takes a few steps back and whips it back. Now Felix isn’t a quarterback - when he plays football he plays receiver, because his strength is speed not, well, strength. But he has, on more than one occasion, tossed the ol’ pig skin. So he lines it up, takes a breath and…<br/><br/>“<strong>JUST DO IT!</strong>” Hissy fits, as he finally makes his way across the field from all the chaos and slithers up Felix’s leg.<br/><br/>Felix bobs forward and with all his strength to give the flashlight all the base momentum he can, flings it spinning through the air at the side of the naga’s head - and as it leaves his hand, that magic grips it and the force multiples over, and over.