Swing, Swing, Swing.

Much like any other time he wandered about the city, it was raining. However a fierce pouring rain, it was a light drizzle that barely soaked into his clothing. The rain was heavy enough for him to feel it pelting his body but the amber glow of his cigarette glowed fiercely in the dark, illuminating his face in the darkness with each drag he took. Hunter sat alone in the park, resting himself on the swing meant for the bigger children that went to play there. It reminded him of the childhood he never really got to have. He had to grow up too fast to enjoy himself, he needed to be strong instead of carefree like the other children, "Swing, swing, swing." he sang quietly, smoke curling from his open lips as he did so, "You're just a little..." Hunter trailed off and looked up to the moonless sky, any sign of it was covered by the dark black clouds, "I need to stop taking walks in the rain. Could get sick or something..."

"AHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!" Alfred laughed heroically as he ran through the light rain in the park, slipping and sliding on damp grass and tripping on what dry ground was there. His trackless skateboard shoes making it easier to slide on the ground. Stopping for a moment to catch his breath, he noticed a faint silhouette on the swings, a good run-and-slide distance away. Smirking, he crouched in a sprinter's starting position. The he took off, gathering more and more momentum until he was just a good three quarters of the way there. Then he quickly moved so that his feet were sideways and he began sliding through the grass. "AHAHAHA!!! I'M THE HE--- WOOAAAH!!!" His heroic call was cut off when his front foot got caught on a root, or something, and tripped his other foot, which ended with Alfred face first in the damp ground. The most epic face plant.

Hunter seemed prepared to leave when the self perceived 'hero' slammed his face into the ground, skidding right below Hunter's feet, "Smooth move, hero." He pulled the cigarette from his lips and tapped the ashes as he nudged the guy's head with the toe of his boot, "How'd that shit taste?" He had a feeling that the joke would fly right over the guy's head, but he didn't really mind. From what he could see, Mr. 'Hero' wasn't too bright, "Couple eggs short of a Grand Slam, aren't we?"

Feeling someone tap his head, Alfred rolled over onto his back. The front of his black and blue tee damp and covered in dirt, his blue jeans equally wet and cover in both mud and grass stains. He laughed, "Dude! You should totally try that!! It was so fun!!! HAHAHA!!" He continued laughing and laying there, his backside getting as wet as the front.

It was nice to know that the guy could laugh at himself like that. There weren't too many people like that out and about, "I think I'll pass." Hunter said as he took a drag on his cigarette, "Just did laundry." He exhaled a plume of white smoke, "And you shouldn't be so damn loud at this time of night. Someone could call the cops or something. to them I look like a dealer and you... Well... Look like a client."

"Ahahaha! You're such a stick in the mud!" Al laughed, climbing up to his feet, "Besides, if I did drugs or anything my mom would kill me. Although, getting chased by the cops seems rather fun" He smiled, bopping on his feet cheerfully. Energy radiating off of Al "What are you doing out here anyways??" He asked. "And who are you?? I'm Alfred, the totally cool hero!!"

((this blu is so much better than the other one o3o))

Hunter's slim smile began to fade to more Alfred talked. At first it was a nice thing, but the act quickly turned rather tiring, "I'm Hunter. The exact opposite of what you'd call a 'hero'" he said, taking another drag on his cigarette after, "But last time I checked, heroes worked with the police. And what I'm doing out here?" He tapped the ashes from his cigarette, "I just came out to enjoy a smoke... Maybe stir up a little trouble. But then again, a 'hero' just showed up." Hunter's smile returned and he flicked his cigarette butt into the dirt to crush with his boot.

((Yep. American flag blue. I love your patriotism.))

"Ahahaha, are you implying that I work of the police?" Al laughed, "I'm just an amazing school hero. Just wait until I rule the world!! Then everyone will recognize my heroism!!! AHAHAHAHAAAA!!!" He struck a triumphant pose laughing loudly. "You should be honoured by my heroic visit!" He smirked, flashing his brilliant blue eyes.

((Hey, I don't mind America . . . I have some American blood somewhere in me XDD))

And then, just as predicted, Hunter was annoyed. It was surprising how little effort it took on Alfred's part to put a damper on his earlier mood, "Last I checked, heroes didn't take over the world. As for the school thing, let me be the first to say that you're doing a pretty shitty job." He popped another cigarette into his mouth and lit it, taking a long drag, "And I shouldn't be honored by anything. Don't get ahead of yourself."

Al stuck out his lips in a pout, "Hmph, what a total loser! Definitely a stick-in-the-mud!! Grrrr" He mumbled to himself, crossing his arms and continued to pout. "I can't believe this! I am so a hero!! Mum even said so. Heck! All of my friends say so . . . Jerk!" He kept complaining and complaining.

((@_____________@ Never deny his heroicness))

Hunter's eyes narrowed at Alfred when he insulted him right to his face. He didn't enjoy being poked at, especially by some idiot that couldn't even stand on his own two feet, "Shut your mouth before it ends up wired, pal." He said, "I wonder what your mom would think if your mom and all, maybe, two of your friends saw you eating through a straw." Threatening people was never in his nature, but Alfred instigated. The nicotine helped keep him from just lashing out, however he didn't know just how much more complaining he could take.

Alfred laughed at the idea, "Well at least it would give my mum a reason to blend my happy meals together," His heroic laugh filled the park, "My friends would love it too~" He laughed some more, swinging his arms, "Imagine all the foods I could still eat, and I'd get more milkshakes, and everyone would be sympathetic, and I wouldn't have to eat my mum's horrible stone hard cooking that you can even identify. That would be a great idea, you are such a genius!" He slapped the guy on the pat proudly, laughing as if he didn't not get threatened.

Hunter sighed and shook his head. This guy was beyond stupid, "Jesus christ..." He took notice of Alfred rearing to slap him on the back, but Hunter wasn't ready to accept any of that. He whirled around and blocked the hand with his own, "Please don't touch me. I'm really not in the mood."

"Geez, you really need to chill out," Alfred said, returning his hand to his side, finally cold from not wearing his sweater, wherever it may be. "Speaking of chilling out, I'm a little cold. Do you happen to know and 24 hour convenient store around here? And would you like to join me in getting an energy drink?"