☁ grey smoke clouds ☁ [gav]

[Tom]

ENZO KREARNS

"Says"

Waves of anger come forth with a massive impact to his ego.

Career trainers called him weak, weaker than his own little brother. An insult to the Krearns name is what they had told him when he had walked into the center that morning after missing so much time since the reaping. Insults to injury came and gone as another career had taken him to the floor. Newt would have laughed an awful stomach laugh at the sight. Muscles strained from the strenuous session that the career trainers had put him through. Everett gave him an eye that were trying to read his face all day. Enzo Krearns wasn't alright. He was pissed off and would have rather just not come in at all. Nemo's words had gotten him to show his face at the training center.

Pathetic was the first word he heard fall from the lips of his trainer. Volunteering is what the careers were built on, but even he knew it was suicide in the form of a games. Fifty tributes had decided to fight for the glory of their district. A Cheyne, once again, taking the glory upon his own back. Nevah hadn't even volunteered, but no one ever got on her back. Only venomous snakes could try to take her down, which led to a sparring session as Nevah would tear down anyone who stood in her way. Enzo, on the other hand, was having a rough patch. Wounds healed from the tsunami that had happened in what felt like years ago. Harbinger Rhodes, only a memory of a bad time. Olympic losses disappearing from his memory as he's been focusing on his training and working with his brothers to make sure all three of them are alright and not suffering.

A break of emotions as anger fills him up to an explosion. Another career knocks him down as venom flies from his lips. Knife finds it's way into his hand, threatening glare upon his eyes as he grabs the guy and pushes the blade to his throat slightly. The confidence that fills the guy's eyes makes the feeling of anger grow even more than it had before. Enzo's blood boils with the waves of anger and frustration within himself. Time passes, until the other career speaks.

"Like I'm afraid of you, Krearns."

Everything in him collapses. Training was the only thing that he had been good at. His lack of continuous training had taken its toll upon his body. Reflexes weaker than they used to be. Pathetic. That's all he was now. Dropping the blade upon the ground, a trainer yanks his arm, pulling him away from the brute of a career. Everett's eye catches his in worry, but Enzo rolls his eyes back. A sign that only his brother would know as an okay. Eyes catch his as he's pulled into a different area, fingers pinching the brim of the trainer's nose. Words spill out of his voice, catching Enzo's ears. Anger threatens to come forth again.

"Enzo, I don't think you have it in you anymore. Go home. Think about an actual career."

Fists clench as he slams the hand into a wall. Cracks forming where it had been. Voice threatens to raise, but he stays silent as he leaves the building with his anger. Everett dares to follow, but Enzo just catches his eyes. A signal that he needed to be alone. Alone with his own thoughts. A washed up career at seventeen, that had to be a new record. A sigh leaves his body as he leans against the wall of the training center. There had to be something good that could come into his life. That's until he noticed someone else was there too. Enzo's own body intruding upon the space of some stranger that he's never seen. Especially, not in the training center, where Enzo stayed close to.

A smirk pulls at his face as he notices the guy. A sign from some unknown entity that could be fun for him. In more ways than one, the day could become more interesting. The attractive male stands to the side of the building, a bit more hidden away than the rest of the public that would walk past the building. Mysterious in the way he looks, Enzo feels his confidence grow slightly. The cigarette in the guy's hand was what interested him more. Smoking wasn't something he typically did. A drink is what he'd prefer over the smoke, but in that moment, it was a reason to approach the mysterious man.

"Hey. Mind if I have a cigarette? I definitely could use one after the day i've had."

Enzo doesn't wait for a response. He does what he wants with no respect for others. It's how he used to do so well as a career in training. Hand meets the lit cigarette that sits upon the mouth of a mysterious man. he's pulling the cigarette free, ignoring the probably pissed look upon the guy's face. Lit cigarette with in his hand goes to his lips where the other guy's lips had once been. The gray smoke fills his lungs for a second, until he lets out a breath of nasty smell, but calming feeling. Confidence in his skin, he smirks back to the guy. Handing the cigarette back to him.

Mysterious or not, the guy was gorgeous from what he could tell. Same age as himself, but no name that he could remember. Nothing was ringing a bell for him at the gorgeous guy's appearance, but he wanted to know him, even if he just pissed him off. Grey smoke clouds that could intermix together, as the waves of Enzo's anger vanish from seeing a gorgeous man and the one puff of smoke that took to his lungs. The smirk still plastered on his face, he speaks up confidently. Blue eyes staring at the mystery guy before him.

"Now, what's a handsome guy like you doing outside of the career training center? Planning to join or just hanging out?"

Pathetic. Just like himself. Everything he said felt pathetic to him. Enzo Krearns was a man who could say it all, but for the first time in forever, he felt speechless. Heart thumps as he stares at the gorgeous guy in front of him. The smirk drops into a friendly smile, something that hasn't appeared on his face in what felt like years. Hand moves to the back of his neck as he tries to ignore his mind from the words of self hate that fill his brain that day.

"The name's Enzo, by the way, what's yours gorgeous?"

[Gav]

Oh no,
Not me, I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who stole the world

It was just another boring day in four for Bell. Wake up, take the trash out, smoke, make some shitty breakfast for Delilah and Nicole, eat whatever's left over, and head out for work. Same routine as every other day. Yet today felt different in a way for him. Today almost felt like it had... potential. To not be as shitty as usual? Maybe if he was lucky. For something eventful to actually happen? He goddamn hoped so. Stepping outside, the smell of the nearby ocean filled his nostrils as he took in a deep breath, coughing on the release due to what was most likely impending lung cancer. "God fucking damnit." he mumbled to himself as he stumbled down the steps, simultaneously recovering from his coughing fit.

What day is it today? he thought to himself. It had to be Monday, he was free from work to smoke away half of his entire week's paycheck the past two days, but he knew he had to work today. "Is it even worth it to go in today? Are they really gonna notice?" He thought to himself once again. He was a deckhand, mainly taking maintenance of cargo transported on and off of The Wretched Whore.
He always thought the name was funny, but also so damn stupid at the same time. What respectable captain names their ship The Wretched Whore? He had to hear the story behind that name at some point.

"Screw it." He said to himself as he caught sight of the docks, and rather than heading on his usual path towards them, turned the complete opposite direction, and instead heading towards the training center. He hadn't stepped inside the center in almost a whole year now. No time for career training when you're managing your own problems, let alone both of your younger sisters as well.
He headed on towards the training center, and peered in through one of the glass doors. Nothing of interest to him anymore really. He'd learned enough in his time there to be able to handle himself, and what were the chances he got picked in the reaping in the next year anyways? There was always the reality that a Conway might get picked, and he'd already promised to volunteer for Nicole or Del if they were reaped, but again, what're the chances of that even happening?

Moving on past the glass doors, he stopped where he thought would be ideal for a smoke break, and leaned against one of the walls of the training center. He pulled a cig out of the back of his jeans pocket, and slowly lit it with the blue lighter he always kept on his person. He had only taken one puff when he heard the glass doors he had peered through only minutes before, abruptly slam open, followed by the sounds of a pair of feet exiting the center. He paid no mind to it until he heard the pair coming his direction. Not wanting to make unnecessary eye contact, he slightly glanced towards the noise, only to see a boy, presumably his age coming towards him. He had a confident posture and a smile on his face that screamed "cocky", nonetheless he was attractive, and Bell's mood went from calm to intimidated in the blink of an eye. He quickly averted his gaze and pretended not to see the boy coming towards him. He put the cig back in his mouth, not even realizing the boy had said something to him, and within seconds, the cigarette was pulled from his own mouth and now in the stranger's. He blew the smoke from his lungs and passed the cigarette back to Bell, bearing a big smirk the entire time.

"What the fuck was that?" Bell thought to himself. He'd never, EVER been treated like that. His fists clenched, but before he could do anything, the boy's mouth began moving.
"Now, what's a handsome guy like you doing outside of the career training center? Planning to join or just hanging out?"
Bell was speechless. No one flirted with him, no one really even talked to him unless they had to or he owed them something. Before he could even reply, the boy's mouth began moving again.
"The name's Enzo, by the way, what's yours gorgeous?"
"Enzo huh? Interesting name" he replied, "The names Bellamy. Friends call me Bell, but considering how you just approached me? Call me Bellamy." a chuckle escaped from his lips as he thought about what else the boy had said. "Planning to join the training center? As if. Been there, done that, learned all I needed to. Half the shit they teach you in there is bullshit anyways, you learn much more from actual scenarios out on the streets, as surprising as that may sound to a 'career alpha male' such as yourself." He glanced the boy up and down after he said this. He was clearly big about his training, his arms showed definition and he was in incredible shape. Along with that he was handsome, and definitely a sweet-talker. "Probably get whatever you want with that attitude and those words of yours don't ya?" he was still incredibly pissed about the cigarette, which was still burning in his clutch. He put the smoke back to his mouth, inhaled slowly, and blew the smoke just above Enzo's head, looking him dead in the eyes and smiling.

This could be interesting.

[Tom]

ENZO KREARNS

"Says"

Enzo Krearns was a fuck up.

Cocky grins and swift strikes were all that he had to his name. A career born of the name Krearns, meant to carry on the title of failures that had come before him. Someith, Jay, and Mason. They were all failures, like he would be if his name was called or if he volunteered. There was no point in throwing away his life when the competition would have chewed him alive, like Atlas Lumiere had done. District Four looked terribly strong from the start, but in the end, they were weak like they had always been. The only promising one, according to trainers, was Ronnie Cheyne. The guy was a dick from what he could remember about the guy. Attention is brought back to the guy who was not a career. The gorgeous man's voice echoing in his ear this time, reminding him he's a fuck up at not just training, but flirting too.

"Enzo huh? Interesting name"

The same reply echoes from everyone that he's ever met. Waves of disappointment fill his gut as he can remember his mother's voice telling him that Enzo was an interesting and cute name. Heart beats for a second as he can remember the hugs that she used to give him when he was little. A lifeless body in a casket as he helped Everett lower her into the ground. The headstone reading of the woman who tried to carry the world on her shoulders, only to die to a disastrous wave that still crushes his soul to this day. Focusing back on the present that's around him, the smirk still placed upon his lips, falls at the words.

"The names Bellamy. Friends call me Bell, but considering how you just approached me? Call me Bellamy."

Bellamy was a handsome name for a handsome guy. Eyes stare at him a little bit longer than he should, even though Enzo Krearns was a fuck up who couldn't even talk to a gorgeous guy right. Bell was what his friends called him and Enzo wasn't apart of that. That was okay for him. Friendship isn't what he wanted anyways. Enzo Krearns didn't even know what he wanted, if he was to be honest to himself. All he knew was that Bellamy was gorgeous and Enzo was nothing more than a career who couldn't hold himself together. Everett's muscles always stronger than his own. Nemo's own brain processing situations much faster than himself. He even lost the speed that he used to have, Nevah clearly passing him in that department. Even Newt could throw a knife better than him in that moment and Newt was supposed to be the weakest of the Krearns. More words fly at him like venom.

"Planning to join the training center? As if. Been there, done that, learned all I needed to. Half the shit they teach you in there is bullshit anyways, you learn much more from actual scenarios out on the streets, as surprising as that may sound to a 'career alpha male' such as yourself."

The smug look on Bellamy's face only fuels the fire in his heart that quickens at Bellamy's good looks. A street rat after Enzo's own heart, learned enough to deal with people. Enzo would like to see Bellamy try to knock him out, after all, Enzo may be rusty, but he was still a phenomenal fighter when things got rough. Never once has he given up on everything that he could be as a career. The thoughts of not being in a games comes forward and he can feel his heart slow. There was nothing to Enzo, but career training. If Enzo didn't get in the games, he wouldn't know what to do with himself, that is until now. Now, he wants someone in his life for the future. Someone he could call his own. Career alpha male was not the words he would have used to describe himself. A career who cared about the art was the words he would have used, but everyone had their own opinion on it. The last of his words hits Enzo like the fist of the strong male he had faced earlier.

"Probably get whatever you want with that attitude and those words of yours don't ya?"

Enzo never gets what he wants, even with his attitude and words. Never once did he get anything he wanted from a single person. Harbinger Rhodes had shown him that things didn't come to him by just attitude and words. The man who had slain Someith Krearns had shown him mercy in a way that he shouldn't have. He never got what he wanted. He didn't want his parents to be taken by a tsunami. He didn't want to let down his brothers like he had done so much in the past. Failure was apart of Enzo's name like skillful was apart of the word career.

A puff of smoke blows above his head as Enzo stares at the grey with ease. The smirk already gone from his face as he lets his side smile appear. Half of his lips curved in a slight smile. Body leans against the wall as he stares at Bellamy's gorgeous eyes. Threatening words wanting to come forth, but Enzo feels it's useless to argue with someone he was rude to in the first place. A smile pulls fully on his face now as he speaks up with calm words. Heart beats in his chest as grey smoke fades away.

"Bellamy. What a nice name for a gorgeous guy. Don't need to call you Bell, as I don't want to be your friend right now."

Enzo stares blank faced at Bellamy as he reaches for the cigarette again. Lips touch the cancerous stick as he puffs a cloud of smoke above Bellamy's head like he had done to Enzo. Hand places the cigarette back on Bellamy's lips as he stares up at the smoke as it rises, vanishing before his eyes like he wished all of his problems would do. Waves of destruction in heart, until the tide slows to one of attraction as he watches Bellamy for a second longer. Words slowly come forth again, the cocky grin gone and replaced by a genuine smile, even if it wasn't exactly how he was feeling.

"You're interesting. The scenarios on the street and careers are different. Guess you could take down a career, but not me. I'm not exactly this alpha male career that you think I am. I'm a person, just like you, except I might be a bit of a cocky asshole. It's just apart of my blood, you could say."

Hands move behind his head as he leans against the wall, arms providing a shield from the rough wall. Shirt blowing in the ocean breeze, as he can feel the air, cool against his skin. Words fall from his lips, like they had done before. With ease and confidence because that's what Enzo liked to show and not the panic and self deprecation that lies deep in his soul.

"I don't get everything I want with my words and attitude. I've had my fair share of scenarios on the street, where I didn't get what I want."

Harbinger Rhodes never gave Enzo wha the wanted. His parents never gave him everything he wanted, no matter how much he cried and begged. Everett never gave him the freedom to do what he wanted. The older brother always kept him in check in everything that he did. Enzo learned from years and years of training, living with the Krearns names, and dealing with everything the world threw at him that nothing he wanted ever came to him. There are days where he wished to get everything he wanted, but when you get everything you want, there are no surprises, nothing to look forward to. Enzo had learned the meaning of getting what you want and getting what you need time and time again. Bellamy was a surprise that shocked Enzo from the first moment. Cockiness upon Enzo's skin as he was clearly rejected. A smirk pulls are his face as he speaks again.

"After all, you're proof that I don't get what I want. I don't have you."

The wind blows Enzo's hair and his arm stretches out for a second. A glint of flirtiness in his eye as the smirk stays put upon his face. Words tumble out of his lips as the want of something else comes forward. A joking tease of two words find their way out of his lips. A direct and forward method that sends waves of worry through him, but he calms them with his confidence, what little he has left.

"Not yet."

Enzo is a fuck up, but he tries to keep the waves in his body steady with every ounce of confidence that he has left.

Words tumble once more out of his lips as he avoids eye contact with Bellamy. Cockiness gone from his throat as he tries to become more friendly in his ways. Someone that Bellamy might become more comfortable with. Something new that Enzo has never tried to become, the word cockiness oozes from his skin, but now friendliness tries to find it's way to the surface.

"Bellamy, why are you here then?"