[hr][h1][color=firebrick]Victor Calahan[/color][/h1]

[@He Who Walks Behind] [@SirBeowulf] [@FernStone] [hr] 

     The kiddie pool remark actually made Victor laugh a little. He smiled and let go of the rail with his left arm. He touched his left forearm with his right hand, feeling the heat that it emanated. It was hotter than most humans could withstand without burning, but his powers allowed him a certain immunity to its heat. He looked down into its reddish glow and shrugged. 

[color=firebrick]"You make a good point there,"[/color] he said. [color=firebrick]"I doubt it's going to get much warmer this time of year. If I need to go near water, I can take the arm off, but if this spreads I'll be out of luck."[/color] A wind whipped off of the sea and brushed the right side of his face. If he focused quite hard, he could still feel the cold burn against his skin. He missed that sensation. 

     Then the strange metal cat walked up to Victor and began cuddling itself up to his leg. Rather taken aback by this, he looked down at the cat with confusion. Its owner walked up, another girl, though he wasn't quite as taken aback by her as he was Arianna. He bent down and petted the cat. It curled up against him and purred mechanically. He smiled at it. He always liked cats. A conversation ensued, and Victor realized that he had never introduced himself to Arianna. 

[color=firebrick]"Oh, um, sorry about that,"[/color] Victor said. [color=firebrick]"My name's Victor. It's nice to meet you, Arianna, Annie."[/color] He shook hands with Arianna. Then another person came over. He was becoming quite the popular person. Victor looked back down towards the metal cat. He wasn't very good with people, and he hated large crowds, especially when there were girls involved. With bouncing back and forth between conversations, worrying about drowning, and trying to keep eye contact with Arianna, he was beginning to get quite stressed out. He looked back towards the waves and his fear of water returned. [i]Oh god... where is Casey?[/i]


[hr][h1][color=darkorange]Casey Calahan[/color][/h1]

[@Mr Allen J] [hr] 

     Casey was on the second of the ship's three decks, sitting in a comfy armchair and drinking a fruit smoothie with a little umbrella in it. She leaned her head back, staring at the ceiling of the lounge and trying to block out the roar of the teenaged crowd around her. She sighed, Casey liked being around people, especially with all the cute boys she'd seen around, but the noise in he lounge was absolutely [i]unbearable.[/i] She felt it begin to get cold. A layer of frost began to spread across the rug towards her. She knew Alaska was cold, but not this cold. She looked up and saw that the frost was coming not from Alaska, but from a girl sitting in an armchair covered in ice. She was fast asleep, despite the noise, and as she snored the frost spread farther across the cabin. People began to look over at her with hostility, and one boy, a real piece of work, walked over to her and began to curse at her. Before the girl could react, another, a redhead, stepped between her and the boy and defended the ice girl. The boy walked away, fuming. Casey followed him with her eyes as he walked. Fuckin testosterone. 

     She finished her drink and then, placing it on a side table for someone else to deal with, got up to walk over to the redhead and the ice girl. A boy began to move towards her chair. She stared him right in the eyes with a look that said [i]'If you take my chair, I'll break your neck.'[/i] He stepped away and occupied himself with looking down at the drying rug. Smiling, Casey walked over to the two girls. 

[color=darkorange]"Hey, that was pretty ballsy of you back there,"[/color] she said to the redhead. [color=darkorange]"Sure you would've taken that little pussy out with one hit, though. The guys who act tough are always the weakest."[/color]