Together or Apart [MajykRider]
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				Title: <strong>Together or Apart [MajykRider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 22:40:49</strong>
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				This day had started out like any other. Waking up with a slightly slamming headache after a nightmare that failed to make much sense, Elijah found himself battling with the sunlight that poured through into his room and gave off a sticky heat that clung to his pale skin. He had managed to shake off the feeling of nausea with a hot shower and a cup of water, the water had washed away all those negative feelings and so after getting dressed and heading off to work that morning, it failed to catch up with him through the rest of the day. He had a job downtown at a printing company, nothing too glamorous or exciting, but hey, it paid the bills and he got to edit people's books or articles. Just a simple career that he had gone to college for, really, all that money and years wasted had been worth it. Or so he told himself.<br><br>Standing at five foot ten with a lean, wiry physique, it wasn't like Elijah was unable to find excitement or that special punch in his life to keep him going it just...well. It was more like he saw that fiery blaze and when he ran after it, it ran away from him. A true, tragic story he supposed. Every day after work he threw on some shorts and a shirt and went for a run through the streets of New York, letting himself find his way through the park and along the jogging curves, freeing his mind and unwinding his muscles, stiff from sitting all day and anxious to be worked out.<br><br>If anyone took a look at his life they would see him as rather normal and possibly boring. Even with his blond hair and silver eyes that melted into stunning good looks and a certain charisma, he didn't have much else going for him. But when he got home to his little flat, things were different...much different. See, the thing was, he had the power to control and manipulate water, as well as a bit of wind which at times, formed ice...he was what the fantasy books called, An Elemental although only his estranged mother knew that.<br><br>Elijah had never been very sure of what to do with this curse...blessing...gift...whatever it was, it was something that also stood in the way of a good, normal existence. At least, that was what he liked to blame it on. After another shower after his run, he was dressed in jeans and a black shirt when a knock sounded on his door. With a turn of a knob and a peek outside, Eli arched a golden brow as he saw a tall man with dark skin and clean cut hair look down at with a stiff wording of, "Elijah Horton?"<br>"...Yeessss?"<br>"You are an Elemental and hereby ordered to work for the United States Government, pack your bags and come with me."<br><br>...There wasn't much to say, Eli tried to protest but this stranger would hear nothing of it and in time, Eli found himself seated behind a table, as if waiting for orders and horribly alone...and slight...freaked out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Together or Apart [MajykRider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MajykRider</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 23:09:49</strong>
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				Iorath varied greatly from Elijah. First was his looks. Iorath definitely wasn't lacking good looks, but he was more intimidating too. Standing at six foot three, Iorath filled it out too, with broad shoulders, corded arms, and a washboard stomach. His features were sharp and strong, but what was most gripping was his eyes. They were a bright amber, naturally. He had loose, tousled chestnut hair, which looked on fire in bright sunlight. His hands were fairly large too, which was the next feature which most people noticed - especially people he was in to. It was a nervous habit of his to run his hand backwards through his hair, pushing it only momentarily out of his face. <br><br>The second thing which was interesting about Iorath was his lifestyle. He regularly woke up late, around eleven or twelve. He'd spend the entire afternoon in the gym, lifting weights or spending a few hours on the treadmill at full pelt. He liked to record his fitness - it was simply something he was interested in, and wanted to see how much he had improved from the time when he was a scrawny kid getting beat up in the school yard. After being at the gym, he'd go home and have a shower, before getting dressed smart, and walking to work - which was standing outside one of the high end clubs in Los Angeles, blocking people who were ill intended. Most of them didn't even try as soon as they saw who was on duty. <br><br>Iorath had a reputation for being incredibly, unbelievably, <em>fiery.</em> Being a bouncer had helped at first, when he was at cheap clubs and getting in to punch ups every other night, because it was legal. Nowadays, though, he was itching for a fight... it seemed to be the only thing which helped the pounding in his head and the fire which consumed him. <br><br>In such a regular routine, with so few visitors, Iorath was suspicious when his front door bell rang at nine o'clock in the morning. Grunting as the harsh ring cut through his fogged mind, he yelled that he was coming, before pulling on some boxers and trousers. Stretching as he walked to the door, he opened it wide, and as soon as he saw who was outside, was frozen for a moment - in which time someone behind the man managed to press the barrel of a gun against his temple.<br><br>The blond man in a black suit just grinned at Iorath. "You have a reputation, Mr Conway. Come with us."<br><br>He couldn't exactly argue. He wasn't that stupid. Glancing behind him bitterly as some more people invaded his home and began packing some clothes on his behalf, he was wondering what the hell he had done to get in this situation.<br><br>***<br><br>"Iorath Conway, meet Elijah, your other half." Shoved in to a chair beside a slight, younger man, Iorath quickly eyed him up, immediately liking his eyes. <br>"What the hell do you want with me?!" <br>"You're an elemental." That made Iorath pause for breath. No one had ever called him that since he had last seen his drunken father.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Together or Apart [MajykRider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 23:30:27</strong>
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				Shifting in the uncomfortable chair, Elijah licked his lips and settled his hands on the long black table in front of him. Was he getting interrogated? The power he had, would it get him killed? He had heard of rumors that others were like him, built with something unexplained and out of this world. A use of earth, metal, fire, water. Whatever was natural in the world, they could use to their advantage. Eli had never met one like himself however. He had found out about his powers when he was ten, alone in the house while his mother worked all night, he was watching one of those outdated Animes that had interesting individuals and powers he had always envied.<br><br>It had started with a slightly shaky feeling in his gut as his young eyes back then had watched the array of colors and took in the myriad of sounds, before the shakiness grew and exploded to full on nausea. The water had exploded from his hands then, soaking the carpet and ruining the television. Something completely out of this world and frightening had happened to him and the most he had to tell his mother when she came in the next morning screaming as she saw her son passed out on the floor with the carpet soaked was, "I feel sick."<br><br>Over the years after that he began to work on it alone, outside. It had all seemed as if any minute he would wake up from a dream, but no. No this was all very real and at times a burden he had to bear. So when he was thrown into a room, held hostage basically, and made to wait, he was nervous. Wringing his fingers, he wondered if this would be the end of his life...a freak like him could be dangerous if not properly taken care of.<br><br>When the door opened and a tall, attractive male was shoved in, Eli's spine stiffened, was he here to torture him? However, instead of fists flying, he was sat down right beside Elijah...Iorath was his name and he felt the heat of his gaze as the blond turned to glance at the brunette and then quickly look away to the man who addressed them both.<br><br>Hearing such a term made Eli's jaw clench and his brows furrow, "How do you know," he asked, panic rose momentarily and he gulped before asking, "And why...why do you have us here?"<br>And what did he mean...other half?<br><br>"You were both taken in so that instead of killing you like so many other nations are in the habit of doing...we decided we'd use you. Your powers are useful, you could do some great work for all of us and we are...interested to see how having a pair like you could benefit us." Straight to the point it, seemed.<br><br>Eli tilted his head, before asking, "And what if we refuse?"<br>"...Then, we have our ways to make sure we are your last option," the man grinned in response and Elijah shivered in reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Together or Apart [MajykRider]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MajykRider</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 20:56:49</strong>
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				Iorath didn't like this, he didn't like it one bit. He had both hands cuffed to each respective arm of the chair, and his amber eyes flashed with fury as the man who had introduced him to Eli lent against the table in front of them, eyeing each of them silently. Iorath didn't like being eyed up. It always led to a fight in his experience, and with a snarl he yanked at his restraints, before quieting down, deciding that outright strength wouldn't help him. Settling back in the chair, he decided to go for his second best act - arrogance.<br><br>His eyes slid disinterestedly from the man in charge over to Eli, almost careless as he studied the other man. Slighter and smaller than himself, he felt something different about him... soothing, almost. Frowning, he understood that this man was another elemental, but what sort? He didn't seem like Iorath... at least not yet.<br><br>Iorath was glad Elijah spoke first, because there was no way he would break the silence... he was more likely to break the cuffs. His attention turning back to the official looking man, Iorath's brows narrowed further together as he spoke.<br>"You were both taken in so that instead of killing you like so many other nations are in the habit of doing...we decided we'd use you. Your powers are useful, you could do some great work for all of us and we are...interested to see how having a pair like you could benefit us."<br>The next answer to Elijah's question made Iorath gulp internally. But of course, he didn't show it, his eyes simply flashing with anger. <br><br>"So you think that by dragging us in here, <em>and cuffing me to a chair</em>, is a good recruitment strategy?" Iorath's voice was a baritone note, but sounded like it resonated from deep within his chest, making him sound confident, at ease, but his tone emphasized he wasn't about to take any shit. Smirking slightly, the corners of his mouth turning up, he glanced at Eli, then at the man again. "Explain the 'other half' business first."
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