<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 9th - 3:05am</strong></span><br/><em>Garage &gt; Tree Swing</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://img.discogs.com/FiP3LlzfCZUXH3OKK_fNO6GRA2s=/600x745/smart/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/A-2796262-1412178013-1149.jpeg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank Top, Coveralls(around his waist) Sweats, Boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Not sleeping, staying busy since he's not sleeping<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Marley's sweet voice suddenly cut through the deafening silence of the snowstorm he'd created for everyone's benefit, even if it was a selfish personal reason that got him to even do it in the first place. His forehead was cradled in his hands and he slowly rocked back and forth, listening only to her words and trying to focus on them. And what she was saying was correct.<br/><br/> It was just hard for him to accept because logic and emotions often clashed, especially when there was so much of both in the same person. Finally, he looked up, a ghost of a smile starting to form when she said the realest thing so far. He was lonely and for multiple reasons. "Ya know, you're a real smart la-ahh", his compliment froze when the powdery snowball erupted against his chest, causing him to look down at his shirt, then up at her in complete and utter disbelief. <br/><br/>He cocked his head to the side, ready to talk but she beat him to it with her fucking logic yet again. Sometimes, he didn't even realize he was keeping his powers on. And that was the weird thing. He had plenty of control, but this was different. Like it was instinctual and not trained; like he could be even better at it somehow. Maybe he'd figure more about his powers later, but right now...she was right.<br/><br/> He let his control slip right before the second snowball hit his face. And then, it was so cold it burned for a second. "Shit, that's cold!,"<br/> he exclaimed and quickly wiped the remaining powder from his face. The third one hit him before he could move, causing him to finally laugh into the darkness. "Okay. Head outta my ass time. Now I gotta snowball you, beautiful. Your gift for pullin' me out of my funk, hehehe." Reaching down, he scooped some snow into his hand and molded it into a perfect sphere. "Get ready for the cold front." Then he tossed his ball. </span><br/>