Knowledge Becomes Trouble [Emmet]

[Belle Wolffang]

Emmett Wolff

Here comes trouble!

Belle was at this point already used to the track team. Even with its odd members and the occasional run in with a wolf--it wasn't that bad really. To be honest it was the best way for her to get rid of any backed up issues of stress with soul collecting, and family.

Belle was once more wearing what she needed for track including her shorts along with her sleeveless low v shirt, and sweat jacket. The best part about being a Hound Faery--one didn't get as cold as human for most Hound were already freezing cold.....

Just like the dead.....

Belle didn't get as cold as easily, but she didn't have that freezing cold skin like her father or some of the pack. Only her and her brother along with Ivan actually kept their body temperature. Sometimes she wondered how far they could go or in this how long could they stay outside for.

Belle snapped out of her own thoughts when something drew her attention, and she winced as she placed her hands to her ears. It was so loud that it actually made Belle want to scream--mostly she would only hear multiple voices at once, but this one--she actually never heard before.

All she knew was this voice--it wanted to free something--it had something on it's mind. When she looked up she noticed someone she never really noticed before. She blinked not sure how she couldn't have seen or heard this person's soul before--at best it wasn't a problem for him.....

Until now....

Belle took a breath and tried very hard to will the loud soul away. It had a problem with--wait--she blinked listening once more to it. He--was afraid--he didn't understand his own sexuality at all? That was--strange, and yet--it was oddly familiar and understandable.

Belle's own brother was the very same as this boy in front of her. She didn't understand it very well, but Belle knew the boy was having a hard time. Soon she saw herself walking towards the boy as she stopped near the boy looking at him. By the time she reached him--the voice had quieted.

She looked at the boy in front of her, "uh--howdy--um--I'm Belle. I don't think we've met though--I'm still kind of new, and I don't have a running partner today--so uh...."

She hated when she rambled, "I'm sorry--I'm rambling--do you--want to be my running partner?"

Made by Lati of GS and PRE

[Emmett Wolff]

KNOWLEDGE BECOMES TROUBLE

357 - Belle Wolffang - OUTFIT (add track jacket)

Emmett's least favorite sport that he was a participant in was track. He didn't mind it much, but he definitely preferred boxing and wrestling. He loved the hands-on and violent aspects of those sports that he just couldn't get from track at all. He loved to use those sports to get his aggression out, plus it was the one way he could enjoy some physical contact with the objects of his affection. He never took anything further than the usual boxing and wrestling moves, but he had quite a bit of self-control in that aspect. However, he was highly tested every time he voyaged into the men's locker room before and after each practice. It was hard to pretend that the people around him were not attractive to him at all. Playing "normal" was exhausting and some days it was almost impossible. Today had been one of those rough days for him. He was already tired and he hadn't even started stretching or running yet. Sighing, he started to stretch his sore leg muscles. He overworked his body the night before, trying not to think about the things he couldn't have. Working hard until he collapsed from exhaustion and slept for a rough six hours, before getting up early and running a couple of miles before getting ready for school. It was a completely draining schedule for him and he could barely do anything but sleep, exercise, and do the school thing. He was very bad at eating too. He had found out he weighed too much for his weight class in wrestling and was regulating his food intake in response. This made him a bit more moody and less in control of himself. His thoughts were dwelling on the things he couldn't have since practice began. He shook his head, distracting himself from the direction his thoughts were taking. Not too long after this, a girl approached, keeping him from thinking about it any further. "Hey, I'm Emmett," he said, forcing a kind tone into his voice. "I suppose we could run together. Doesn't look like I have a partner today," he answered, shrugging his shoulders.

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

[Belle Wolffang]

Emmett Wolff

Here comes trouble!

Belle was glad that he didn't just turn her away or possibly yelled at her. His name was Emmet--at least that was what he said to her, and she nodded. She raised her hand towards him which was a bad habit of hers, but she couldn't help herself, "nice to meet you, Emmet."

Belle looked around at the other runners before nodding in agreement. Usually she was the only runner, but was glad that she wouldn't have to run alone today. Belle looked back at Emmet, "I really hope I hadn't been intruding--or anything."

Nothing escaped her eyes, even if she was a Halfling Fae or not, she noticed something wrong with the boy. The soul said things much better than the person could. Belle watched him quietly for a few minutes, "you seem very tense--is there something on your mind?"

She never really did these conversations with humans--she didn't know what would happen. With animals, even the supernatural all she had to do was touch them to help their emotions--if they allowed it. For a human however was a different thing, and it was hard to figure out his emotions.

"I'm sorry if I'm prying too much, but you just--don't seem happy."

Made by Lati of GS and PRE

[Emmett Wolff]

KNOWLEDGE BECOMES TROUBLE

317 - Belle Wolffang - OUTFIT (add track jacket)

Emmett looked at her extended hand blankly for a moment. The gesture seemed oddly formal for a high school student introducing herself to another. He didn't really know what to do because of this, and just ignored her hand. If that was rude, he didn't really care. He wasn't really one to care if he was rude or not. He only nodded at what she said, looking around the track to see what exactly was going on around him. An eyebrow raised at her next words. He wasn't sure why she thought she was intruding. Do I just give off an air of wanting to be left alone? he wondered absently. "No, you aren't intruding," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He couldn't help but wonder why she had picked him of all people to approach, but he didn't mind at all. At the words that followed, Emmett looked taken aback. He hadn't realized how tense he looked to other people. He rolled his shoulders, attempting to relax, but it seemed like that was not going to work. "Huh, hadn't realized I was tense," he admitted. He was always tense really, so he was used to feeling that way in general. Came with the territory when you worked out all the time, barely ate, and were hiding a big secret from the rest of the world. Emmett often felt like the world was on his shoulders and he didn't like that feeling at all. A few more stretches occurred in silence before Emmett began to set off in a slight jog. He knew Belle would follow since she seemed to be asking him all sorts of questions, so he just continued with his practicing as per usual, looking back to make sure she caught up. "No, I'm not happy," he said, the steady rhythm of his footsteps continuing. "Is it that obvious?"

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE