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Characters: Iceland (cashnotash ) and you.
Location: Around the Shopping District; near Death By Pastry or near the Northern Lights would work, too!
Rating: Should be G unless anyone's acting up.
Time: November 14; Lunchtime/afternoon-ish
Description: It's a boring Sunday and Iceland is going out for lunch. Hopefully something (or someone) interesting would alleviate the boredom.


[ It's just another day in Death City for Iceland. Morning comes, he skipped training because he still doesn't feel like it, he tried to avoid thinking anything that's related to his partner, he had breakfast with Alice, the usual. There's nothing of significance except that he felt bored, more so than usual. Perhaps it's because he's been trapped here for three months now, or perhaps it's because he doesn't really have anything to do ever since BREW decided to make him partnerless. Well, he doesn't really have anything to do either aside from going to class and work when Nura was still with him, but at least he could go on a mission anytime. He's been considering trying to resonate with someone else just for the sake of going on a mission and get out of the city for a while, but decided against it in the end (as usual). He's not ready to replace his lost partner yet, it's still too soon.

Well, you know what? Screw everything. It's Sunday, there's no work or class, and he's going out for lunch. Normally, he'd take Alice with him, but right now, he's in the mood for going solo. Even crushes are no exception when it comes to precious alone time. That's how he ended up strolling in the Shopping District, with either the Northern Lights or Death By Pastry in mind, secretly hoping that something interesting would happen. Or even someone, for that matter. ]


[[ooc; either action or prose works. please state the location in the subject line! tags will most likely come in the morning or WHEN I AM AWAKE because I need to sleep now, hnnnngh. ]]

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[sundere.livejournal.com]

[This god, and all the others with the exception of one, never explained themselves unless they wanted to. And that rarely happened. Right now was no different.

Apollo shrugs casually.]

I was bored. Still am, actually.

[Thankfully, nothing cliche like his stomach growling as if on cue happened. He did eat before he left his place, so he was good for another couple hours, at least.]

Go ahead; don't mind me.

[He'll just follow you and see what happens.]

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, boredom is a plague around here, it seems.

[ He's implying that he's bored, as well. But he's not as bored as he is before he stumbled upon the sun god. Iceland stares at him incredulously at what he said next, but then shrugs. ]

I'll see you around, then, I guess.

[ Assuming that the other was brushing him off and had no idea whatsoever that he was planning to stalk him like a creeper. Without waiting for an answer, he turned around and starts walking away. ]

HAHA WOW epic html fail orz

[sundere.livejournal.com]

[follows!




:D]

THAT'S OKAY don't worry about it!

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Iceland noticed that, you know. But he decided to pretend that he doesn't because he wanted to see what happens. Besides, being stalked by a god? Definitely not an everyday thing. ]

;; thanks

[sundere.livejournal.com]

[He would get a free tour while he's at it, so why not? Apollo continues at several paces behind the Nation, occasionally glancing into the stores that they pass by.

He catches his own reflection clearly one time, instead of seeing what is beyond the glass, and he stops for a bit to stare. To assess. The coat was a little large on him, making him look like a child. His hair, something that he never had trouble with, was unkempt in the ponytail he now kept it in since it could no longer be left alone. He was still recovering from the cold that he had caught some days ago.

It made him frown, this picture of vulnerability. No such thing should be associated with a god. So he turns away like nothing happened. Nonchalantly, he resumes his walking.]

you're welcome <3

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ Unfortunately, Apollo had chosen the wrong Nation to mess with. Iceland was rather bored (still), and he's also curious - a dangerous combination. Instead of going to the nearest restaurant and have lunch like what he told the sun god, he hastened his pace and goes around the district without any particular destination in mind, intentionally slipping into crowds and taking hard turns just to see if his "stalker" could follow him or not. It was as if he's suddenly turning into a whirlwind.

In contrast with the other, appearance-wise, the Nordic looks pretty neat in his typical button-up shirt and jeans combination. He kept his hair short simply because he can't stand having a long hair. It's too damn impractical. ]

[sundere.livejournal.com]

[Apollo watches the other disappear into the crowd in his attempt to escape, and as soon as he is out of sight, the interest drops. Out of sight, out of mind, they say. Though he had the idea to see what the boy would do, he was a god, after all. He does not chase, regardless of importance. Rather, it is they who chase after him.

Maybe he would see him again, maybe not, but Apollo is no longer in the mood for games. With a last glare at the shop window next to him, he stalks off in another direction.]

[cashnotash.livejournal.com]

[ It doesn't take long for him to notice that he'd lose his stalker. He stopped, smirks a bit, and continued walking. It's rather disappointing that Apollo couldn't catch up with him (either couldn't or doesn't want to - that's the question) because he had some interesting plans in mind (which involved leading him to the Red Light District), but it's not a big deal. He can always find other means of entertainment. That whole whirling around like a tornado is making Iceland hungry, anyway.

Time to have some lunch, this time for real. ]