go, go, champion (open)

[sideromelane]

Who: sideromelane and YOU
What: Being around so he can meet Heine, but I've got no problems if other people want to swing by too.
Where: Bowen's place of solace: the basketball court.
When: Probably in the eveningish, he doesn't like playing basketball with his stupid mask on but I am too lazy for teneka brain spew.
Warnings: Bowen's bad language. He's a bit

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[sideromelane]

Bowen looked up with a little frown, he had a hard time being emotional in front of others, it was a frustrating task trying to put words to onto sensations. That's why he needed his sister here, needed her to use her twin telepathy to read between the lines of whatever he could get out and understand what he really meant. Without her, it's just too easy to fall back on angry.

"Yeah, well," he agreed with a certain amount of stubborn impudence. "That's a running theme around here."

Dreams weren't the real thing, they'd always come up short to what people really needed, or at least that made a convenient metaphor, fuck if he knew if that's how things really worked around here. He could feel his discontent settling in tensing up his back, rotated his shoulder against it in annoyance before he came to get his ball back.

"But there's nothing better to do."

[sideromelane]

Back home, at least one of his parents would have flipped their shit. They'd both been through hell, had to fight their way out of a witch-hunt that exploded into a war. He had siblings still stuck in the war zone, fascist Preventor sons of bitches sniffing after them every day. His older brother, Hani, was so gentle he wouldn't hurt a fly, but he'd still been forced to take a gun in his hands. Bowen was supposed to be safe from that.

Nobody here to send him to his room for playing with a dangerous weapons though, and it was definitely the preferable option to talking about his feelings.

"Man, nobody needs to hear that shit." Self-deprecation, a skill he'd learned from both moms and his dad. "But maybe I'll go see if I can shoot anything without hurting myself some time."

He extended his hands expectantly. In the meantime, he could be frustrating himself by missing easy free throw shots right about now.

;w; /counts as other people?

[effier]

Effy hadn't really gotten outside as much as she had wanted to, considering she hadn't found her place of solace yet. She's used to having friends around, her friends, her home, everything. Being here was making her insane, which she wouldn't want to happen again. It being a city of dreams, it was easier to remain ... normal.

When she sees Bowen's frustrated stature, she can't help but be curious. He was never really open about emotions, at least to her, so when she hears him swearing from a distance, she's surprised and walks over to him.

She's not going to say anything just yet, she's going to watch him for now, making sure that he notices her before she does say something, mainly because she doesn't want to interrupt his thoughts.

effy~ brosephina~

[sideromelane]

He doesn't even really know Effy's there, spends a long moment in silence, trying to stretch the tension out of his shoulders, but he can feel it, anger strung all up and down his back. He's had a shining example of anger to watch all his life, a woman who wouldn't let anyone help or comfort her and just curled in around her wounds until they festered. She didn't let anyone near her, not even the children she'd helped to raise, and she hurt anyone who got too close. Bowen knew all about it, she'd said things to him that he was never going to forgive, and he remembered them every time he had to come out and say good morning to her.

He'd watched, his entire damn life, his mother waste her time building that woman up again after every collapse. But he and Asha never wanted to be like that, and they kept each other from it.

But Asha's not here. And if he reminds himself of that one more time he's going to lose it. So anger it is, an ugly disguise for pain, but he'll wear it. He turns to collect his ball when he sees her, stopping with a

c:

[effier]

Effy isn't insulted. She hasn't been around him when he was angry, ever, so she has to say that this is an improvement compared to his laid-back and cocky attitude that she's gotten used to. She doesn't move towards or away from him, letting him have his space, but then again ... that's what people had done to her. She'd always walk off hoping for someone to follow, or someone to care. May as well try a new approach.

Slowly, she walks closer to him, testing the waters. She stops a few feet away, looking him over, watching his body language for any kind of clue for what was wrong besides ... raw emotion.

"You're upset." Stating the obvious, but it's one of the ways she knows how to get into a conversation. If it didn't work, she'd try one more time before leaving the issue alone.

[sideromelane]

"Nope." He doesn't care how obvious it is, if he keeps pushing, the feeling will eventually fuck off into the tiny little box he wants to shove it in and he'll kick it into the back of his mind and be done with it. "I'm just dandy."

He bends down to retrieve his ball from the bushes, dribbling it idly. The rhythmic pace of it is too easy to get used to though, it's not much of a distraction.

She's gotten closer since he'd last glanced at her and he pauses awkwardly to skirt around her. He's at least not walking off, although going right back to his basketball hoop isn't exactly friendly.

It's not like he's going to make any of the shots he puts up.