Running Wreck - This Definitely Isn't My Thing [OPEN =) ]

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that gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand, Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I know that I messed up a few times or watcha wanna call it. I know if I fell down, you'd change the way that I saw it. I put it on the line for this time only (Is that what you really want?) I can't see that I got red hands, I'm colorblind singing (day-oh). Don't put the blame on me, child, the damn thing gone wild (day-oh). Never wanted to be fooling you, can't believe I was wounding you (Is that what you really want?) Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. The fire burns, I'm not the one with the match, man. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I've seen it all before, you back out, and everything's changing. I needed something more, you stepped down, so what are you chasing? I put it on rewind for this time only (Is that what you really want?)

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TINO was many things. He was curious. He was naive. He was, at times, foolish. He was also a feared sharpshooter that could be sent to assassinate a target across the city, and he would not fail. Tino however, was most certainly not one thing. He was no runner. Yet here he was, wheezing like a heavy smoker down a otherwise peaceful park path. 'Why the hell did I think this was a good idea?' Tino whined to himself, clumsily dragging the bottoms of his worn sneakers. He hated running like he hated... er... well... he really despised it. The only reason he occasionally dragged his diabetic ass out onto the jogging trails so that he could convince himself that he could outrun the bag guys every once and a while. How people found the activity to be relaxing was beyond Tino's comprehension. Shooting was relaxing. He'd much rather be perfecting him aim at the training facilities at the SIS building. One of Tino's flaws was the fact that he preferred to practice what he was good at. It inflated his self esteem and made him feel like he was decent at something in life (especially since his cover job was so degrading). However, Tino avoided things he failed at like they were the plague. Tino's endurance was mediocre at best, and his hand to hand combat skills were lacking. When he had time to train, it always ended up being with guns, or monkeying around the gym apparatuses to reinforce his fluid free-running techniques. Tino would even lift weights before he hit a treadmill. Right now, the Fin was wishing that he had chosen anything but jogging in the park, because frankly, he was embarrassing himself. Even 7 year olds were running past him. Everyone he met on route looked at him in question, and some parents with children would turn the other way. Tino could feel his cheeks burn, but he blamed that on the lack of oxygen getting to his head. Hot mess? Absolutely not. Five minutes later, Tino found a more deserted area of the park that housed more trees and less crowds. Perfect, because Tino had just hit his 4th kilometre. He decided that if he couldn't outrun some lawless in 4 fricken kilometres, he'd just turn around and shoot them. Caving to the side, Tino flopped head over heels into the grass that flanked the path. Chest heaving, Tino glanced up at the grey sky. Looked like rain was coming. He'd gratefully accept it with open arms, as his thin body was already drenched with sweat. Closing his eyes, Tino allowed himself to practically pass out due to his sheer exhaustion. After only 4 km, that was downright pathetic. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed to run more often.

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The park was a good place to clear his head, to just get away from his hectic lifestyle for a few hours. Considering that his days off were few and far between, Berwald learned to cherish the time that he had to himself. An introvert, if that was the correct terminology.

He breathed deeply, feeling some pent up tension he had been keeping to himself unravel pleasantly. This day’s humidity he could live with, since the coming of autumn made it that much more tolerable, although it still made him feel groggy and slow. He was almost tempted to just go back to his flat, finish a model he had yet to finish, and perhaps return the message his doting aunt had left him.

“Come on, you need to go outside more.” Echoed through his mind; the words of both the Chief of Police, and of an old friend who now held a high position in the government. Berwald wouldn't mind spending the afternoon with the latter, quite honestly, but sadly he always seemed to be busy with something or other. Unfortunate, yes, but not unbearable. Then again it never hurt to--

Berwald's previous train of thought was cut short when he spotted the young man sprawled out on the grass. He panicked, briefly, before scolding himself to remember his CPR training. Assess the situation, make sure he had space to work, make sure the person was responsive. Nodding to himself, he walked over and knelt down next to the other man and tapped his shoulders.

“Excuse me, sir?”

TAGGED: -shakes Svemuse awake-

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS AND BTN

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that gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand, Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I know that I messed up a few times or watcha wanna call it. I know if I fell down, you'd change the way that I saw it. I put it on the line for this time only (Is that what you really want?) I can't see that I got red hands, I'm colorblind singing (day-oh). Don't put the blame on me, child, the damn thing gone wild (day-oh). Never wanted to be fooling you, can't believe I was wounding you (Is that what you really want?) Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. The fire burns, I'm not the one with the match, man. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I've seen it all before, you back out, and everything's changing. I needed something more, you stepped down, so what are you chasing? I put it on rewind for this time only (Is that what you really want?)

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TINO didn't realize it, but he must have nodded off in the grass unintentionally. He honestly didn't mean to nap... he just meant to close his eyes to try and recuperate. His complete and utter lack of shape was to blame for that. It wasn't until he felt someone gently rouse him that he was dozing. Flicking his eyes open, the Fin stared up at the stranger that had woken him. Tino blinked twice, only semi-conscious before his brain seemed to collectively jumpstart, literally. He rocketed up, sitting up far too quickly for both himself and the concerned man leaning over him, because the sudden -thwack- and spark of pain in Tino's forehead told him that he had made a really stupid decision. Tino hissed and flopped down onto his back, gripping his hands over his forehead before he realized that he wasn't the only one feeling the effects of his rash movement. Tino sat up again (this time with a bit more caution) and quickly directed his attention to the other blond. He felt a massive wave of embarrassment sweep over him as his pale face bloomed red. “Oh... oh crap! S-Sorry!” Tino said, clearly flustered. He stood and offered the other his hand to help him up, but after the mess Tino caused, he wasn't sure if the other would take it. “I'm sorry! I was just jogging and I was so worn out when I finished that I just wanted to lay there for a minute and rest! I didn't mean to fall asleep!” Tino was blabbering at this point, an indication that he was nervous and feeling humiliated. “Voi paska, I'm so sorry. You just startled me! Are you okay?” Tino honestly just wanted to crawl under a rock at this point. How bad did it look when he just flopped off the trail like he had had a heart attack? And here was this person, probably just making sure he still had a pulse. Crapcrapcrap! He could feel his ears burning like they were on fire. He made a very important mental note: never go jogging in public again.

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Pain blossomed on his forehead, and Berwald reeled back with a small grunt of pain. The force knocked his glasses off his face, and he could feel them hanging awkwardly somewhere near his mouth. It was times like this he considered trying contact lenses again. The last time he tried, however, the entire office thought he was angry at the world and, thusly, kept their distance from him. Contacts were simply out of the question, no matter how much more convenient they were.

The young man apologized profusely as he re-adjusted his glasses, he looked up from the hand to the face of the other blonde. He was adorable; there was simply no other word to describe it. Round face, tinged red in embarrassment, tousled vanilla blonde hair, violet eyes. Such an odd color, and yet it seemed to fit the young man somehow.

..And on top of finding a complete and total stranger adorable, Berwald was probably staring, wonderful. As if he didn't startle the young man enough today.

“...Voi paska, I'm so sorry. You just startled me! Are you okay?” The young man's hasty, flustered voice once again reminded Berwald that he should probably stop staring and actually say something. Clearing his throat he took the offered hand, more as a courtesy as anything, and rose to his feet.

“'m fine,” he said after a few second's pause. “Not everyday y'see someone sleepin' on th'grass in th'park.” The young man's ears were burning red in his embarrassment at this point, and Berwald took his hand back, hoping that would help somehow. “Just checkin' t'see if y'were 'lright.” In a way, it could be considered a good thing Berwald came along when he did. A young man sprawled out on the grass, red in the face, in the middle of a public place? It probably would have just drawn attention to him- something that seemed like the last thing the young man wanted. But, perhaps, he was giving himself too much credit. “You're 'lright now, ja?” He asked, looking over the young man briefly. The last thing that needed to happen was for him to fall over again.

TAGGED: -Tino used Headbutt! It wasn't very effective...-

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that gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand, Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I know that I messed up a few times or watcha wanna call it. I know if I fell down, you'd change the way that I saw it. I put it on the line for this time only (Is that what you really want?) I can't see that I got red hands, I'm colorblind singing (day-oh). Don't put the blame on me, child, the damn thing gone wild (day-oh). Never wanted to be fooling you, can't believe I was wounding you (Is that what you really want?) Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. The fire burns, I'm not the one with the match, man. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I've seen it all before, you back out, and everything's changing. I needed something more, you stepped down, so what are you chasing? I put it on rewind for this time only (Is that what you really want?)

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DESPITE Despite the fact that Tino was outgoing, he didn't always know what to say to a stranger. This was one of those cases. He never actually paid attention at who he had headbutted, but he took survey of the victim when he held his hand out. The first thing that set the alarm bells off in Tino's head was the perpetual stare. It wasn't like the man was looking at him without blinking. It was worse. His eyes, his gaze was piercing. Like he had shot a harpoon through Tino's stomach with a mere glance of with sharp turquoise eyes. Tino felt a pressure on his chest as he apologized again, but the face of the other didn't change. His eyes glared, but the rest of his face was blank, but there was a slight downturn of the corners of his lips, indicating the frown. Cropped, wheat-coloured hair framed the face of the stranger as he fixed his glasses. Were they broken?! 'Oh shit, he's pissed off. I should run! Fuck though, I just ran 4 k, I'd never make the treeline. Shitshitshit, he looks like he's going to rip my head off!' The stranger cleared his throat and Tino damn near flinched, but was rooted to the ground by that stare. A strong hand gripped his, and Tino couldn't help but give it a good tug upwards. Maybe if he was really polite and mouse-like, the man's anger wouldn't be as bad. Tino could pose as a reckless teenager with his looks if he felt like it. Every single excuse in the book would do, but his mouth felt dry and silence fell between them. The stranger was huge. And that conclusion wasn't skewed due to Tino's lack of hei-... Well... maybe a little. He towered over Tino by at least a foot, and he was built like a tank. Broad shoulders, solid body... This guy could probably pick Tino up and snap him over his knee. Tino swore inwardly when he remembered that he left his handgun at home. He normally took it everywhere, and of course this would be the only time he forgot it. The silence was suffocating as Tino tried to smile awkwardly. The mountain of a man finally responded after a suspenseful pause, his voice deep and muffled. “'m fine. Not everyday y'see someone sleepin' on th'grass in th'park.” ... Oh. Tino blinked, the anxiety and imagined murder losing their prominent position in Tino's mind. Although his voice was booming, low, and hard to understand (it took Tino a moment to understand what the jumbled sounds actually meant), but he smiled bashfully at the comment. Okay, so maybe this giant wasn't going to grind his bones for his bread, and perhaps Tino's imagination went wild at times. “Just checkin' t'see if y'were 'lright.” Now Tino was feeling guilt for his thoughts earlier. This person didn't want to kill him, as stupid as it sounded now. Just like before, when he leaned over him, he was checking to see if Tino was okay. It was a kind gesture; why had Tino pegged the other as a dangerous person by looks? Tino did a mental headshake. The Fin, of all people, should know better than to judge people by looks. “You're 'lright now, ja?” Now the words came rushing back to Tino all at once, as he threw his arm behind his head and scratched the back of his neck. “Ah, yes! Just embarrassed! I really didn't mean to worry anyone! I'll make sure I don't readily take someone's eye out with my forehead in the nearing future!” he said, trying to make a sad excuse for a joke, but it was lame. Tino laughed anyways, dropping his hand to his side. “So um, I still feel bad about all this. Can I buy you a coffee or something?”

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Odd, this one. Actually, no, let him rectify that thought. The young man wasn’t so much odd as he was incredibly anxious. It was sadly not uncommon when it came to people Berwald met. Unless your name just happened to be Romulus Vargas, chances were that the Swede would intimidate even the most respectable man. Subconsciously he slouched, vainly attempting to make himself look less like the giant that he was, and turned his gaze away. It was rude, yes, and his mother would probably scold him for it, but this was the better alternative than making the young man think he was angrily glaring down at him, right? Momentarily cursing his sharp eyes and their piercing color, he listened to the young man, who easily spoke enough for the both of them and then some. Not that Berwald minded.

“..I'll make sure I don't readily take someone's eye out with my forehead in the nearing future!” The young man finished with a laugh. It was an attempted joke, one to lighten the atmosphere, and Berwald would have cracked a smile if he didn’t know that it would probably just unnerve his companion even more. “So um, I still feel bad about all this. Can I buy you a coffee or something?”

Coffee… coffee actually sounded nice, especially since he woke up this morning to find his usual plentiful supply of coffee grounds depleted, quite the rarity, for a caffeine addict such as himself. Ah, but that was far from the point. Rummaging around in his pants pocket for his wallet, he went over how many pounds he still had in his possession. Enough for at least one cup of coffee for himself, he confirmed with a nod, or at the very least pay his half of the overall cost. But before even considering going out with this stranger, he would like to know his name at least; Berwald couldn’t go the rest of the afternoon referring to him as “young man”. Tucking his wallet back into his pocket and clearing his throat again he spoke, mentally willing himself to speak clearer this time.

“Y’don’t have t’feel guilty. Y’didn’t do it on purpose.” Okay, so far so good. “ ‘nd I would like t’go out for coffee. Thank you. ‘Fore that, can y’tell me your name?” Hesitantly he stuck his hand out for a shake. “M’name’s Berwald. Nice t’meet you.” He decided not to burden the young man with his mouthful of a surname, having learned his lesson from all the times co-workers grievously mispronounced it , despite their best attempts.

TAGGED: Procrastination is my friend. Except not really.

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS AND BTN

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that gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand, Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I know that I messed up a few times or watcha wanna call it. I know if I fell down, you'd change the way that I saw it. I put it on the line for this time only (Is that what you really want?) I can't see that I got red hands, I'm colorblind singing (day-oh). Don't put the blame on me, child, the damn thing gone wild (day-oh). Never wanted to be fooling you, can't believe I was wounding you (Is that what you really want?) Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. The fire burns, I'm not the one with the match, man. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I've seen it all before, you back out, and everything's changing. I needed something more, you stepped down, so what are you chasing? I put it on rewind for this time only (Is that what you really want?)

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TINO'S offer hung in the air without an immediate response. Tino was beginning to wonder if this was just a habit for this odd man. He seemed to perpetually pause after each of Tino's questions, as if he were carefully thinking a response. Tino couldn't be sure though. Maybe the Fin gave the guy a headache and he just wanted peace and quiet. Tino watched the man search his pockets for something and, although he was turned at an angle, Tino saw him looking through his wallet. The young blond puffed out his cheeks as a front etched its way on his face. When he said he'd buy him a coffee, that didn't mean that this stranger was to pay for his own cup! Pursing his lips in thought, Tino decided that he'd ask the stranger to pick a table while he sneakily got two coffees. Yes, his notorious plan was without flaws! Well.. that was, if this guy even wanted to be around Tino. That was assuming a lot considering the fact that Tino damn near assaulted him with his skull. After waiting for a few long moments, the giant turned back to him, making eye contact. Tino smiled, but still felt his stomach tense up. This guy was intimidating as hell, and that was saying something. After all, Tino worked in a bar full of thugs and usually didn't bat an eye until he was harassed. This guy though... just by looking at the Fin made him apprehensive. Tino did a mental head shake though. This man had been nothing but kind to him. Thinking such thoughts would only make the Fin jump to wrong conclusions, like he already had. “Y’don’t have t’feel guilty. Y’didn’t do it on purpose.” A sheepish smile crawled onto Tino's face as the tips of his ears glowed cherry red. Even if he didn't have intentions of the action, he'd still felt mortified about the whole thing. “ ‘nd I would like t’go out for coffee. Thank you.” 'Perfect!' Tino though and opened his mouth to speak, but the stranger wasn't finished. “ ‘Fore that, can y’tell me your name?” Tino blinked, smile falling from his features. Had he not introduced himself yet? Tino thought back, reflecting on the past few minutes. He normally shook hands and spewed off introductions first thing, but this 'meeting' was slightly different. Shooooot! How rude of him! Tino was shaken from his self-chiding when something moved in from of him. Flicking his violet eyes down, he realized it was the other man's hand. “M’name’s Berwald. Nice t’meet you.” Berwald, Berwald... Tino rolled the name around in his head. It sounded familiar somehow, but Tino couldn't put his finger on it. Regardless, Tino let the thought drop away as he reached forward and clasped the other's, no, Berwald's hand in his. Giving it a firm shake, Tino smiled warmly and said, “It's Tino. My name is Tino Väinämöinen.” Tino's voice bounced across each symbol, as it always did when he voiced his name. “It's nice to meet you too, Berwald.” Tino said, playing with the name with his accented tongue. It was still bothering Tino on how familiar it was somehow. He was positive that he wasn't close to anyone with the name... Tino released his grip and lifting his hand, pointing to the North to derail his thoughts. “I know a good cafe a few blocks from here if you're up for a walk.”

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The young man looked cute when he blushed. Berwald’s mind back-peddled at the thought and he mentally reminded himself to keep such thoughts as silent as possible. Yes, the young man was attractive -very much so- but Berwald hardly knew a thing about him. He could practically hear Chief Vargas, in his usual cheerful tone, that the stoic Swede was being bitten by the Love Bug. Absolute nonsense, of course. Yes, he would admit it- the young man was attractive, and seemed to be friendly enough. Provided the kindness wasn't an act-- no. No, the young man's kindness seemed genuine. He was actually bothering to stay in Berwald’s company for this long, and now offering to go out for coffee of all things. His smile was nice, too. A blush creeped across his face at the thought, just as the young man gripped his hand. They were calloused hands, Berwald noted absently.

“My name is Tino Väinämöinen.” The young ma—Tino said pleasantly. The first name was easy enough, the surname, on the other hand, was another problem entirely. Väi…Väi…Vhai-naah-moan-in? And people thought “Oxenstierna” was a mess of syllables. The Swede decided to never try to pronounce that surname. Just thinking about forming the sounds felt like a tongue twister. The young man’s first was something else entirely. It was almost nostalgic. However, Berwald’s mind was quick to point out his father worked in a very popular museum. “Tino” was probably just a name similar to one of his father’s co-workers, or even someone who visited the Tekniska museet as much as Berwald did. That was probably it. No need to make such a small feeling bigger than it really was. “It's nice to meet you too, Berwald.”

“Likewise, Tino.” Berwald replied, liking how smooth the name sounded coming off his tongue. Tino retracred his hand, and pointed northward.

“I know a good cafe a few blocks from here if you're up for a walk.”

“Th’ Three Tomatoes, right?” That was the only café Berwald knew of that was near the park. He had been a few times. It was a cozy little café, run by the most energetic woman he had ever met in his life. Personally, he found it almost impossible to keep up with her pace, but that was beside the point. “I don’t mind walkin’.” He added with a faint shrug of his shoulders. He considered offering to call a cab for the two of them, before dismissing the idea. Tino was just exhausted from his run, and he seemed fine now. He wasn’t a delicate glass figurine that needed to be handled with the utmost care, and he certainly wouldn't pass out while walking few blocks.

TAGGED: That's fine c:

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS AND BTN

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that gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand, Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I know that I messed up a few times or watcha wanna call it. I know if I fell down, you'd change the way that I saw it. I put it on the line for this time only (Is that what you really want?) I can't see that I got red hands, I'm colorblind singing (day-oh). Don't put the blame on me, child, the damn thing gone wild (day-oh). Never wanted to be fooling you, can't believe I was wounding you (Is that what you really want?) Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. The fire burns, I'm not the one with the match, man. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my hand. Oh yeah, oh yeah-ah, that gun is loaded. I've seen it all before, you back out, and everything's changing. I needed something more, you stepped down, so what are you chasing? I put it on rewind for this time only (Is that what you really want?)

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TINO nodded when Berwald recited the name of the cafe that was playing through his head. “That's right. I'm one of the regulars there, haha. They serve a wonderful cup of coffee. Nice and strong, the way I like it.” Tino looked back to where he had backflopped on the grass, finding his half drained water bottle laying abandoned with his travel wallet. He kept a smaller, only two slot wallet on him when he was on the go. That way, he could keep his ID on him (as an immigrant, he needed it while him papers were being processed) and some cash for moments like this. Scooping both items up, Tino drained the remainder of his drink before clutching it tightly in his palm. He'd toss the plastic bottle in a nearby recycling bin when he saw one. “I don’t mind walkin’.” “Perfect! Phew, I'm getting my exercise today! I'll be in shape in no time!” Tino did a mock flex of his arms (which was more of a joke than anything, as Tino wasn't exactly 'Mr. Universe'). He laughed once more at his own jokes, something he did regularly. “Kidding. Anyways, it shouldn't take too long. Maybe 15 minutes or so. So, have you been enjoying the weather? It rains so much here that everything's so green! The park is just vibrant with leaves and flowers and...” Tino continued the idle chatter as he walked, often waving his hands around to enunciate his point. The pair continued on the path, exiting the park and heading North towards the cafe of choice, The Three Tomatoes. [TO BE CONTINUED SOON =)]