Candidate pancake? [draco/open!]

[Tally]

This high up, the wind beat and tugged at him, roaring in his ears.  June had to keep one hand at the wall to his left to keep from falling.  His back was to the open air.  He could feel the void behind him, yawning, waiting to suck him down.  The goggles over his eyes kept the stinging brown hair whipping at his face from blinding him.  

What a bunch of punks, he thought, smirking as he scanned the wide-eyed faces before him.

He balanced on a balcony railing high—very high—up on the ATC.  Like, he couldn't even see the people below.  The ground was lost in the criss-crossing of skyways and shuttles.  Only minutes before, he'd been under escort in the ATC interior, on his way back to his room after having tried—for the fifth time that day—to get out through one of the many conventional entrances and exits.  He was still wearing the black and white striped shirt and cargo pants he'd been brought in with, and to hell with all of them if they thought he was gonna put on that uniform.  He'd streak through the halls naked first.

It hadn't been easy to break away from his escort, but bein' a right tenacious sort he'd done it.  By the gods' glowy white asses, he'd done it! He'd run wildly through the halls of the ATC, no plan in mind, no destination, just fleeing blind like an animal until a patch of pale blue at the end of a corridor caught his attention.  He had skidded out onto the balcony, pursuing footsteps too close behind to allow for anything but impulsive thought.

Fortunately, that was the kind of thought he was best at.

With no hesitation, he'd leaped up onto the balcony railing and faced them, grinning.  A dozen or more guards and ATC administrators now crowded upon the balcony and at its entrance.  Some yelled at him and even pointed guns, others held their hands out, rationalizing, urging.  But none of them got too close.  They were afraid of him jumping, he realized, and that knowledge sent a jolt of pleasure through him.  He had some power here after all if he could spin them into a shitfit like this.

Hell yeah.  Nothing better than an audience.  The feeling of all that attention and thought bearing down right on ya was better than sex, better than a high, better than fucking anything.  His blood rushed with it and his head rang.  He felt like he might fly.

Haha!  What a way to go!  Diving backward of the famed ATC and splattering all over the Aedolian pavement!  Best fucking death ever!  And if what he'd heard was on the straight, those asstard Pilot would get blamed for it.  Heh.  Just had to frame it right, make it memorable, say his last words.  This was important.  It was the last thing he'd ever do in life.

June took a moment to close his eyes and remember some things.  The smell of gasoline in his old garage, that nervous jittery feeling right before a job and the calm certainty that fell over you when the bullets started flying, the tunnel vision ya got out on the abandoned turnpike when you were pushin' your bike and your nerves to their limits, the whole world reduced to dust and speed and that one steady point on the horizon at the center of it all.  Yeah.  Gods above, he was gonna miss all that.

Letting go of the wall, he flipped them off with both hands, nearly losing his balance, and yelled over the the buffeting wind.

"FUCK YOU ALL I'D RATHER JUMP!"

[Anonymous]

A pale hand tugged through black and blue hair as she walked to the top of the building. Hardly dressed like a pilot, her favourite purple sweater and black pants with the obligatory black boots. Of course, one of her candidates would hang off the side of the ATC and threaten to kill himself. Well, at least it was hers, Seiteki wouldn't bother doing something like this for anyone elses Candidate. She got to the roof and listened for a moment, then followed the screaming of a disgruntled teenager. Ah, there he was. Seiteki leaned over the railing and looked down. Of course finger people and nearly fall over.

She got a smart one this time.

Rolling her electric blue eyes to the sky, Seiteki unfurled her large gray wings, twelve feet across, maybe a little more, feathers sleek and straight. With a little extra push from Telekineses she'd be able to take her new little friend for a flight. Maybe even give him the drop he so desired. Seiteki tweaked an eyebrow and climbed on top of the railing. One of a few winged humanoids here, the boy would hardly be expecting something like this.

Just what she'd planned on, of course.

Silently she dove off the edge, the wind quickly picking up  under her wings and she flapped them until she could fly straight. The feathered limbs pumping and keeping her up in the air, as she slowly lowered herself behind June. Poor guy. He was so excited to be killing himself. Obviously he didn't like it here. Seiteki smirked and dropped down lower, one reason would be so she could catch him if he jumped while she was figuring out her plan and another was so that if he didn't jump, picking him up would be easier.

A quick snap of her wings and she was sailing upwards, her arms hooked under his and holding a handful of his shirt, a thread of telekineses binding him to her chest. "So, you want to fly, hmm?" Seiteki purred into his ear while pumping her wings to take them higher, it didn't take very long before they were high above the ATC. She'd tethered his limbs together so that all he could do was wiggle, no kicking or anything like that.

Up and up she flew, her wings pumping quickly with the added weight of a nearly grown young man. Then they were high enough, and Seiteki did a backwards arch, wrapping her wings around both of them so they didn't catch any wind. Then she let him go, letting him fall back towards the earth, following closely behind him.

Seiteki loved free-falls, she could imagine that June would probably be feeling very euphoric seeing the ground rushing towards him quickly to meet his face, or scared shitless. Either or worked for Seiteki.

After only three seconds or so of falling,  she grabbed his ankles and climbed down his body to wrap her arms around him to grab at his chest again before she opened her wings and pulled out of the fall. Only a mans height above the ground, where she stopped for a moment and dropped him feet first onto the pavement before closing her wings and dropped down too just a foot or so away.

"So, you think that by splattering yourself on the pavement you'll get me in trouble?" Seiteki put a hand on her hip and pulled her wings tight to her back, the larger flight feathers crossing behind her legs and the tops of them above her head. Needless to say, Seiteki had wings large than her body.

"Hi June. I'm your mentor, Seiteki Tora. You can call me Pilot Tora, Seiteki, Ma'am, Miss, Tora, or anything like that." A bright smile and she pushed some of her unruly wavy hair behind her pointed ear. "Now, are we going to hang outside the ATC anymore?" Another bright smile flashed towards the teenager and she folded her arms across her torso and waited. Maybe this kid had mental problems... If that was the only case though he'd make a great pilot.

They all seemed to have mental problems.

[Tally]

June stepped backward off the railing...

...and found himself sailing upward.  "Ewaaah!!"  Something had him!  By the arms!  What the hell?!  He kicked and struggled and tried to crane his head around when a woman's voice spoke close to his ear.  His eyes were wide behind the goggles, a full ring of white around the irises.  Blue-black hair lashed in the periphery of his vision and that was all he could see of her.  "I don't wanna fly I wanna fall!  Who are you, what are you doing?!"  The people and the balcony receded as he was carried ever upward.

He thrashed as an invisible pressure bound his legs together and even then he wiggled like a suffocating fish and tried to tear her arms off of him.  She was ruining his most excellent death!  But in the midst of his struggles, he looked straight down and went abruptly still, panting, enthralled by the terrifying, impossible sight of the city falling away from his feet.  He shivered involuntarily, the sound of his own gasping breath loud in his ears.

Then the whole world rotated.  His vision became all sky and clouds.  In the midst of shock, he experienced remarkable clarity, noting the direction of the wind hitting his face, the exact shade of the sky above—bluer here than it appeared from below.  He was aware of the gossamer streams of telekineses upon his legs and chest, the taste of cold, high-altitude air on his tongue.

The moment seemed to suspend itself into eternity.  And then it shattered.  He was falling, tumbling head over feet through the air.

"You biiiiiitch!"  His words became a wordless scream that he didn't think would ever stop.  The woman rotated in and out of his sight as he spun, giving him a patchwork impression of her—dark hair streaming out behind her, gray wings, ugly purple fabric.  She grabbed his ankles, righting him and stopping his spinning.  "Let go!"  He aimed one kick at her face and it would have sent him into an uncontrolled twirl again were it not for her stabilizing factor.  His stomach rebelled against the falling motion and he groaned, face turning grey.  The fight went out of him and he let her grab on and pull out of the fall without a struggle.

His feet hit the ground and his rear followed.  Ohh, the world would never stop spinning!  He blinked stupidly up at her and when his head finally stopped wanting to fall right off his neck, he reached up and pulled the goggles down.

Seiteki Tora.  A Pilot.

Well hot damn.  Now they could really get down to it.  No more dicking around with peons.

Now that he'd caught his breath and the vertigo had ceased, he returned her smile with a sneer.  She seemed...challengin g.  He was gonna give her one hell of a memorable mentoring experience.  "How about I just call you bitch!"  He kicked out suddenly, sweeping one leg at her own and trusting in speed and his greater physical strength to knock her down.  All he needed was a moment, just one instant where her focus would falter and he could get away.  In the same motion he was up and running, whooping like a monkey and pounding across the pavement toward a row of enormous supply crates that had just arrived by shuttle.  Oh he didn't expect to get away from her. But he did plan on making her work for her pay today.

[Anonymous]

Rubbing her sore chin, the brat had managed to smack his foot just enough onto her chin to turn it red and it stung. Seiteki sighed and watched him as he fell on his butt and slowly got his feet under him, so to speak. Maybe she should really freak him out and tell him what he was thinking of. Not that she was any good at that stuff, far to… Precise.

It happened a second too later. Seiteki hadn’t been in ‘fighter mode’, he was just a little kid, why should she have been? So, Seitekis only warning about the events that were to unfold was a new nickname for her. Couldn’t she ever have a nice one? Ice Queen, and now Bitch. Her mouth opened to spit back something about her calling him cute pet names but then he kicked and she landed on her butt. Oh, fantastic. A delicate eyebrow twitched and she stood up and dusted off her butt.

Bright blue eyes watched him as he ran towards the newly arrived crates.  A loud sigh and Seiteki looked up at the sky and spread her wings before walking at leisurely pace. “ Why… Why didn’t I drop him on the roof?” Here she was hoping falling to his death would stun him at least a little bit… Well, more than it did. Kid must not be from a very fun place. Seitekis chest tightened as she saw him running away.

Damn.  She never did like the whole punishment to make them better deal.

Screw that, this kid didn’t need to be smacked. Needed hugs or… Praise for knocking her on her ass. Even if it hurt her ego and he did deserve a smack for doing it. What a… A Brat. This kid didn’t need a pilot mentor; this one needed a Pro-Wrestle baby sitter, argh. Clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth she opened her arms and with a strong pump of her wings was a good twelve feet off the ground, higher and higher she watched as June weaved his way towards the crates.

Great, juuust great. Seiteki touched down on top of one of the crates and watched him, ready to side step anything he might throw, or jump and land on him and sit on his damn back should he choose to out run her.  Seiteki had all day to wait for this kid to exhaust himself.

Or she could just knock him out. Good punch to the side of the head would do it, too! Though then June would really hate her. Rolling her bright blue eyes she took a deep breath, let it all out and clucked her tongue. “How about we compromise, you call me bitch and I’ll call you Sweetheart.” Might even cheer him up with a nice nickname like that. " I have all day Sweetheart, I'm not going to beat you for being yourself, but we'll have to come to terms with one another." Probably speaking to deaf ears, but it never hurt to try.

[Tally]

June didn't look behind him.  She'd be on his tail, whether on foot or in the air.  He looked toward his goal, noticing security had seen the disturbance and were rushing to help rein him in.  The receiving crew unloading the boxes and crates stood in his way and he shoved right through them.  They made half-hearted attempts to stop him, but clearly weren't sure how much force they should use against a candidate. Tch.  Pussies.

He came to a halt behind a skid and peered around it to find the Pilot.  There she was, flying after him!  Sure didn't seem like she was in any kind of hurry.  He could hear the pounding footsteps of at least a dozen security guards running to the receiving area.

It was looking like he was cornered again.  Another escape attempt thwarted.  Damn.  He'd been ready to die to get out of this place, too.  That kind of conviction weren't easy to muster just any old time either.  And it wasn't just security watching.  The shuttle crews, the employees unloading the supplies, and everyone going about their business on the ground floor of the complex had stopped to watch.  If nothing else, he was putting on an amusing show.

As the Pilot came to a landing upon one of the crates, June backed up to put another skid between her and him, glaring at her the whole time.  How far could her telekinesis work?  Guess he'd find out.  He wasn't done yet!  So long as he was stuck here he intended to be the biggest pain in the ass they'd ever had to endure.

Had she just called him sweetheart?  She was making fun of him! "You ho! I ain't coming to terms with shit!"

There had to be something suitable to throw at her in all this crap.  Quickly  he looked into some of the open boxes around him.

Plastic eating utensils. No.

Totes of paperback books.  Uh uh.

Bottles of bleach.  Yes.

He snagged one of the bleach bottles and open it up.  Whoo, what a smell! With both hands, he hurled it at the wingbitch.  Bleach went absolutely everywhere.  It splashed on his clothes.  With any luck some would get in her eyes or at least ruin that tacky purple sweater.  He hefted another, opened it up, and threw that at her, too.  Then he started chucking everything at her.  A roll of duct tape, clip boards, even a crowbar he found leaning against one of the crates.  Whatever his hands came into contact with went flying through the air.

Behind him, the security personnel had arrived, hands on their guns, every one of them looking to Seiteki for direction as this candidate went crazy in front of them.