Swimming alone at midnight. [Open]

The local pool was abnormally quiet on a Saturday night. The water was clear; cold; ripple-less. The lights above were dim; blinking and flickering ever so slightly before burning out completely.

Alexander sighed heavily as he floated lazily upon the inflatable raft, his fingers dipped in the chilly water. He could warm the chilled pool easily. He just didn’t feel the urge too. It almost felt good to have the chilly water splashing up his arm. His blue eyes were focused on the single light that flickered above, seeing few sparks fly and disappear, the only one left alive during his simple little float. The others burnt out; soon to be changed by the janitor sometime soon. His pale torso was nude, showing slight scars and bruises from the same barroom tussles. A hooligan; ruffian. Alexander knew his nicknames when he entered the bar. He placed a hand upon his chest, fiddling with the shark-tooth collar bound around his neck, hanging loosely across his chest.

He tilted his head, gazing towards the exit. Still, no one entered. It wasn't uncommon for him to be alone in the pool. Normally teenagers came running inside of the place, leaping in the water from the bleachers and diving boards in their clothing or nude. Alexander, however, kept his jeans on. It seemed uncomfortable to swim naked in a public swimming pool. Still, the pool was inside – private and locked up.

Unless you had found the key, that is.

A good thing, he had noted.

Alexander knew the teenagers weren't stupid; they only made bad decisions much like the rest of the world's people, either to impress one or screw-off another. No one was perfect, he knew that. No one could be. A perfect world would be a wasteful place. No one would learn anything; there wouldn't be any need for villains or heros. Everything would be blank and worthless.

No need for heroes and villains – what a thought.Alexander chuckled softly to himself, closing his eyes as he let the water carry him to the other side of the pool.

death is gonna catch up to all in the end,
but yours' is coming quicker than ours.

"Don't do anything stupid." That had been the last piece of advice she had given her twin. The fool could barely walk into a store without making a bad choice, but somehow, she had been content to leave him alone. Normally, she would have dragged her brother along, but the last time she had taken him on a social excursion they had ended up getting tracked down a robot and making a deal that she still wasn't sure if she liked. Needless to say, she had decided that if she wanted to have an enjoyable night, it would be one that didn't include the clumsy illusionist. He was somewhere in the mall, probably deciding what he wanted to get his pale hands around next.

She hadn't decided how she would react if someone where to actually be at the pool at this time.

It wasn't that it was uncommon for other teenagers to meander around here at night. No, it seemed like a regular activity for those who wished to get in a moment with their other halves or push the limits of authority. She guessed that if she had been a typical teenager, her perspective would be no different, and she would be here far too often. Alas, things were a tad different for her, but she still enjoyed herself sometimes. She smiled faintly as she crossed through one of the tiled hallways into the dimly lit pool area. Emergency lights lit the corners of the floor as she stepped inside, the smell of chlorine hitting her.

The slight smirk remained upon her face as her feet carried her closer to the water. It even remained as she realized she wasn't alone, there was a figure already floating around in the water. She toyed slightly with the end of her slightly-offset ponytail as she continued to quietly move closer.

"It's almost like you've been waiting for somebody, all alone out there."

Her tone was on some sort of line between flirtatious and sarcastic, and she laughed faintly. Even in the dim light, the muscles in her legs were a bit obvious, like someone who worked out constantly. It wasn't like she spent most nights running around and jumping off of buildings or anything. She wore a tank top over a bikini-style bathing suit, a black hue covering a pale blue. She lingered at the edge of the pool, her eyes scanning around slightly to see if, in fact, there was anybody else inside.

The pool remained motionless, even when another person had dipped herself inside. He hadn’t looked up. He didn’t need too. He knew the sound of her voice very well, being friends to her brother and all. He had only smirked, his eyes twinkling an almost sapphire blue. Had it been decades since his last confrontation with her? Perhaps it was. He and her had ended up getting into a slight tussle. Not physical. No, he could never hit a girl. It was verbal. Her words were harsher then his; perhaps from being around her brother for all those years. His eyes closed again, the smirk still on his face. Her voice was soft.

“Well,” Alexander began in a soft, cool tone. “perhaps I was. Or perhaps I wasn’t. Maybe I had wanted some relaxation before being dragged away again.” His finger dipped into the pool, trailing along besides him as he floated soundlessly through the blue. He loathed the chill, and even with the slight bit of heat from his fingers, he wasn’t able to make it quite so hot.

“It’s been a while, Liam.” He said, sighing slightly. How long? Too long? Too little, most likely. He wasn’t quite sure. He never was. Alexander thought to much, his time passing by like a speedy car. He had fun with his ruffian ways.

Liam's smirked faded slightly. At one time, she had been very sorry for the outcome of the last time she recalled seeing him. Things had changed since then. She hadn't spoken to him in some time, but she was certain that Spencer had. After all, they were friends. The same wasn't necessarily the same for Liam and Alexander, but the bitter feeling had diminished significantly. The past was the past, why bring it up? She ran a hand once more over her hair as she moved even closer.

"It has." She paused as she smirked. "You know, I never thought you were the type to work with a group. Not like Spencer. He's so..." Another gap in her phrasing as she crinkled her nose before waving a hand. "Well, I don't have to tell you how he thinks." She cast a look at the entrance and exit halls, wary of any sounds that echoed down them. She could play the role of typical young woman under most circumstances, however, she still was never sure how much she could do or say around those she viewed as normal. Especially around others with powers. And especially when she was with people she had been allies with.

"So. What have I missed? Surely not just time...." She let the sentence hang in the air, determined not to specifically call him out on being caught and locked up.

He sighed once again. He needed to be careful how he worded things. Being in a cage with others made him feel even worse. The claustrophobia, the men continuously mocking him for his sunburst hair and his lankiness. How was he supposed to change anything about that? It was certainly impossible. At this point, his mind was bussing. The migraine came back. He grunted slightly, rolling to his left as he submerged himself into the pool. His head had reemerged, his hair lying flat against his face. It was shaggy, uneven and the like. With a quick movement, he smoothed the hair back into place and moved close. His eyes were careful as he did so. She was a tricky girl, more so then the others he ran into. Still, he couldn’t judge her.

“Hmm.” He pursed his lips as he leaned his back against the cool, damp edge of the pool. He wasn’t enjoying the chilliness, but he dealt with it. After all...


i'll modify it after dinner. xDD