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the smouldering stick became a prop for eden to lean on as atlas’ drama unfurled on the floor. his outward extravagance was the opposite of her generally reserved behaviour. it kind of worked for them. “when you’re quite done,” she said, though her tone was  playful as she offered him a hand up. “you’re on some crazy sugar high right now. it’s mildly scary. your ice cream obsession is almost  dangerous,” she added, spinning the stick lazily in one of her hands and watching the ends as fire gently crept along the length in her hand. “this is my seventeenth. i keep telling the instructors that it’s so i can practise control,” she said, bringing the fire back to her hand before it did much more than scorch the wood. “but to be honest, i kinda just like burning shit.”

even despite knowing eden for a good while, it still took a bit of hesitation for the brunette to merely touch another’s skin. the action itself sent his brain into an anxious flurry but it understood. and it understood it well. atlas COULDN’T hurt eden even if he had tried. their contrasting abilities allowed for that safety net which was most likely why the two had such an unlikely friendship. in any case, after staring at the extended hand for three beats, atlas pulled himself up by pressing his palms against the chilled floor. it still would take him a bit to become more -- open, as one would say. “okay but when am i NOT on a sugar high? even when i’m not eating anything with sugar i’m on a sugar high. i feel like the point of me saying this is that my ability to speak without using my brain filter is some form of a talent, and while i know it can be quite annoying, i’m still going to do it anyway. let’s be honest with ourselves here,” atlas mused, lips slightly tilted upwards. “i was about to say,” he noted at the first part of eden’s sentence, his head tilting to the side, eyes narrowed. “we’re going to run out of sticks one day and it’s going to be because of you. why don’t you burn some like birthday cake candles and then sing happy birthday to me every morning instead.”

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KNUCKLES contacted the bag that was spinning due to the force, the leather heeding itself from the beaten hands. it wasn’t particularly early in the morning meaning that the probability of someone else training within the vicinity was more than likely. in that case, atlas preferred to keep his powers CONTAINED, resorting to physical, brute force that sprawled through his core into his shoulders. if atlas could avoid using his abilities when he’s seemingly pushed onto the field, HE WOULD. he knew that it wouldn’t leave the scientists grinning at the joyous idea but who’s to say they had to know? 

“have you thought about what you’ll do when you get out?” the question wasn’t directed at anyone specifically within the vicinity, the brunette’s gaze still focused on the blue leather in front of him. “i spent two hours last night thinking about it -- i couldn’t catch the z’s and trust me, i counted to three hundred and two before giving up. in the first five minutes, i’d roll in grass. if there is grass. if there’s not, i’ll roll on concrete and pretend it’s grass. then i’d go eat desserts !! like LOTS of desserts. i feel like i’d genuinely enjoy a strawberry shortcake -- maybe. never tried it but i’d like to think i would. i haven’t decided yet when i’d eat the strawberry on top. probably sometime in the middle. or at the end. then i’d go around just dancing and jumping into any pond of water i could find? and spin on post lights. most definitely that, too. then i’d introduce myself to random strangers because who doesn’t need MORE friends?” one could HEAR the exhilaration and the tugging of his lips into a smile in atlas’ voice.

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“we’ve been through this before” aline said, setting her clipboard down impatiently and walking closer to the person who’d just stepped through the door, “this is a PC-2 laboratory.” aline said matter of factly. “i know that doesn’t mean a whole lot to you but to mean, it’s my ass on the line if you fuck up and walk out of here with weaponised smallpox on your shirt’s sleeve or something.” aline grabbed a gown, gloves and safety glasses and handed it all to the other person in a neat stack. “when you’re finished making yourself look pretty, come over here, there’s something i want to show you.” 

❛ I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW, i think it would rather lots of fun to walk out of here with weaponized smallpox. like think about it, it’s not even a part of my power but all of a sudden i have another power? YES !! but i mean, now thinking about that realistically, i wouldn’t want any animals to get sick. can animals even get smallpox? i don’t think they can but i wouldn’t want to risk it you know? where did smallpox even originate from? why is smallpox so deadly? i mean, it was in the past. i think, right? HISTORY-  ❜ atlas’ little soliloquy was interrupted short by the blonde handing him laboratory equipment.  ❛ hey, i ALWAYS look pretty. except for when i wake up in the mornings because that’s just a whole other story and i don’t know if you’d want to listen to it. in any case, what if this was like my superhero outfit? LAB BOY. -- that’s actually kind of cute but i don’t think it’d cover up my identity real well. ❜  the brunette stood up, smoothing out the gown he put on; one could tell it was SHORT on him  (i mean, standing at 190 cm really didn’t make it easy to find clothes that fit well).    ❛ we REALLY need to get more sizes. ❜

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“oh shit ! “ eden quickly dropped the stick she’d been using against the dummy in the training room. her stick smouldered a little where her hands had held it. “anything broken? bleeding?”

   ❛ i’ve been HAD,❜  the brunette squeaked, his whole body crumbling to the ground in an inelegant succession. hands grasped at the side of his shirt, his breaths short and rapid, someone from afar would most likely believe he wasn’t in the best of shape. regardless, after the minutes of theatrical dialogue, atlas raised his hands int he air, still on the floor, tongue out. ❛ i’m a hundred and twenty percent in EGG-CELLENT condition. actually, just now, i had about three pounds of ice-cream so i’m probably the best i’ve been all day. you know why i love ice cream so much? it’s because it’s angelic. like i have never seen anything so beautiful. PURE. bless ice cream. it’s pretty much all i need in life. that and air. like, you bet as soon as we get access to the outside, i’m eating fifty pounds of ice cream and i won’t even care.❜ atlas had realized that his habit of tangency was detering the conversation so he cleared his throat to get his mind to focus.  ❛ how many sticks are you going to burn through this week, EDEN? ❜

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   hello, hello !! i’m k (they/them), a twenty-year old MEME LORD currently located in the jst (japan standard timezone) visiting family until i return to the hell that is university (pst timezone). -- LISTEN, shrek the musical deserves all the awards and the minions movie is GOLD. FUN FACTS ABOUT ME that no one probably cares about but i’m going to say them anyway because i’m a libra and love talking about myself --. ENGLISH isn’t my first language so i apologise for stupid mistakes lmao !! i'm majoring in international business right now but my passion lies in performing (dancing since i was five, violin since ten, theatre since 12). i’m a trash can who loves overwatch and still listens to hamilton religiously.

MATTHEW DADDARIO ?? – NO THAT’S JUST ATLAS ROSSO , THE 25  YEAR OLD CISMALE WHO IS IN ALPHA .  HE HAS THE ABILITY OF CRYOKINESIS（FRIGIOKINESIS)  AND FEELS  A FRISSON ABOUT GOING TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD. THE FACADE CAN BE SEEN AS FELICIFIC & COMICAL, BUT ON A BAD DAY THEY CAN BE TACITURN & DESPONDENT.

tw !! death.

P O W E R · P E R S O N I F I E D — ＦＲＩＧＩＯＫＩＮＥＳＩＳ

[ noun. ] the ability to manipulate, influence, and control coldness [ origin. ] from the latin term, frigus, meaning cold.

To be one with the cold is to escape all forms of heat. The user is one who is stern, true to themselves — their hearts locked away, frozen over. Melting is never an option for the frigiokinetic — because for every heatwave, there must be a ice storm to keep the balance. For every up, there must be a down. Thus is a way of life — this is the way for the cold one.

These users have the ability to keep the cold under their command, atomic kinetic energy slowed down to a point to allow the heat no room to call a place it’s home, a chill creeping up to keep one grounded and safe. They bend this world, knowing that not everything is sunshine and daisies. They are the preservers. They are the guardians. They are the ones to depend on when the fire has run out.

But they are fragile — fear can creep up to them and cause irrational outbursts. Negativity finding solace within the cold one, shutting the world and it’s welcoming arms out. They can be introverted, afraid of a social life. One sudden move and the ice can shatter within them — one has to be gentle with a frigiokinetic — lest they want their own hearts to freeze over as well.

SHORT SYNOPSIS

SO LISTEN, i made atlas’ bio and then i was like bro,, why does he sound like elsa lMAO .. so if you feel yourself singing let it go throughout this whole bio then dw?? like seriously atlas is like elsa and anna combined and i didn’t even mean for this to happen?? i dont even like frozen?? fml

ANYWAY !! atlas was actually born inside the facility, his surrogate mother actually a part of the staff as a psychiatrist. he had never seen the light of day just like he has never seen his mother’s eyes.

as soon as the boy was born, the scientists knew something was wrong. the room became frigid, their fingers tingling as if ice was building inside of their nerves. when atlas’ mother touched him, he actually froze her to death..

the thing was, the scientists weren’t even appalled?? they were ecstatic at the fact they had such a powerful being underneath their clutches. and how much of use he could be to the alpha team. there was one psychiatrist, his mother’s friend, however, who constantly told him once he was older that he was not to touch anyone. even if he felt like he had control of his power, he should not touch anyone unless he wanted to hurt them (fear-based threatening).

although atlas started becoming more in control of his power, he realized that if his emotions get out of control, so does his power? so he really fears his power and fears getting close to people.

PERSONALITY

he has the label of the facade because he comes off as this like whimsical, loquacious pure boy?? like everywhere he steps like happiness just grows dude. 

he hides the fact that his power can be so deadly, sometimes even lying that he only has like clairvoyance and nothing else. he trains alone.

he appears this way because he hopes that by shoving away negative emotions, he can keep his powers in check really. he also just genuinely loves people and wants people to like him back?? he wants to protect everyone and anyone.

he tends to pull back though A LOT. like he still doesn’t touch people and he doesn’t like opening up to people.

he feels this kind of fearful exhilaration in going to the outside world because he feels like for once in his life he’ll be useful.

he really likes the stars and hopes one day he’ll be able to see them?? 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

&. the anchor: this is the wanted connection thats on the main page but for people that are interested, heres a little bit about it !! this man is the one that literally keeps atlas in check, being by his side since they were kids. he knows about atlas’ power and has helped gone through times when atlas’ emotions got out of hand?? most definitely atlas’ first crush for sure. they’re pretty much each other’s cornerstones. 

&. fear: give me someone who saw his power and like literally is scared of him?? give me the ANGST i’m here for it

&. best friends: this is one of atlas’ most closest friends !! we can either have it that they know of atlas’ ability already or we can para like a time when they realize and take it from there !!

honestly my brain is dead but like if you have a wanted connection that could work for atlas, LITERALLY THROW IT MY WAY BC ILL TAKE ANYTHING

anyway love us and plot with us,,

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Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.

Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography (via scarletsaints)

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P O W E R · P E R S O N I F I E D — ＦＲＩＧＩＯＫＩＮＥＳＩＳ

[ noun. ] the ability to manipulate, influence, and control coldness  [ origin. ] from the latin term, frigus, meaning cold.

To be one with the cold is to escape all forms of heat. The user is one who is stern, true to themselves — their hearts locked away, frozen over. Melting is never an option for the frigiokinetic — because for every heatwave, there must be a ice storm to keep the balance. For every up, there must be a down. Thus is a way of life — this is the way for the cold one.

These users have the ability to keep the cold under their command, atomic kinetic energy slowed down to a point to allow the heat no room to call a place it’s home, a chill creeping up to keep one grounded and safe. They bend this world, knowing that not everything is sunshine and daisies. They are the preservers. They are the guardians. They are the ones to depend on when the fire has run out.

A common misconception is that cold manipulators gather their power from the ice and water around them — but this is a lie that has spread upon this land like a disease longing to corrupt and contain. The cold and ice are brethren — the cold is what gives the wind it’s chill. What gives water it’s freezing touch. The cold is it’s own master and those who do not know this shall learn it’s true power.

But they are fragile — fear can creep up to them and cause irrational outbursts. Negativity finding solace within the cold one, shutting the world and it’s welcoming arms out. They can be introverted, afraid of a social life. One sudden move and the ice can shatter within them — one has to be gentle with a frigiokinetic — lest they want their own hearts to freeze over as well.