push and pull | dyno & karl | day one

The wind changes; billowing past his eyes and hair to the sky. A crackle of mist somewhere far off in the distance. Dyno Moreno's only got his eyes on one prize. Karl Jardens lives in his head; always unnerving with those same eyes that never falter. A fist to a wall, hands splayed out against a table, words whispered to try and make the guy jump, feel, or do anything. None of them worked. Not a single one had worked. Instead, he's left with those stares. Unnerving, unfaltering, and emotionless. Words spoken back with the same ease as before, watching the way Eleven's head turns to the water. Back against the rails, Dyno almost can taste the tension in the air.

"...Probably, yeah."

Wrapped in a single moment, the words widen his smirk. A rise of his chest as his eyes dig deeper into those irises of a boy who's become more of a game than a person. Behind Karl are the waters, dancing with orange and white scales, moving in a soft blow of the breeze. Mesmerizing, but not as mesmerizing as the mystery of Karl Jardens.

The smirk pulls even tighter as the metal between them is noticeably sharp. A blade curved into a smile, blocking the approach with certain ease. A scythe meant to hurt. The perfect appeal for an Eleven. Except, Dyno's trained in all blades. Small to long to big, he's capable of them all. Well adjusted to the weight and maneuvers he's been taught for his entire life. A scythe could cause damage, but he knew there wouldn't be a chance. Hands at his side, white with the way he's gripping the side of the railing now. Just a quick move and he could wrap his hands around Karl's neck and snap. The boy would be dead in a second, but that's no fun for him or the capitol.

Underneath the brim of Karl's hat, he can see those irises better. The warmth glow which gives way to the mystery of Eleven. Barely a whisper, his words come out. Almost teasing the air between them, Dyno's hands stay to the rails between them. Corralling Karl Jardens to the bridge, he wants to get closer and see when Eleven breaks. He has to at some point. The red light glitters across his cheek, hiding any sort of flush that could come forward. Pain-In-The-Ass continues to ruin everything. Still, he waits.

"There's a- they'll be looking for me. Three of them." Eleven's got an alliance. The smirk stays unwavering as he notes that mentally down in his head for later. Who's gonna care about an Eleven if Dyno really just wanted to end this now. "There's a career." A twinkling sound reaches around him as there's a swallow of his own throat. His adam's apple bobbing for just a second as he absorbs the information in. A career with Karl. Well that's an interesting note. Yael? Pierce? Steele? One of them were aligned with Karl. Karl truly could be of worth to him. Though, he's noticing the way Karl's trapped himself and the way his hair blows with the breeze just gently. Pretty warm eyes that hold secrets behind them.

A pretty boy by all means.

Eyes glancing back down to those lips and up to meet his eyes once more, Dyno watches as realization dawns on Eleven's face. "Oh." Except, his eyes disappear with the reaction he'd expected. Tight hands wrapped around the scythe no more as those eyes seem to flit back to his own. "Okay." The blade digs in deeper as Dyno pushes a bit more. Was the fear even there anymore? This is what he's always been thinking about. The way Karl doesn't seem to react quite normally. Dyno's a fearsome career. A man who could rip away life from anyone in a second, but Karl stands there as if he understands that he won't kill him.

Metal digs deeper.

Sharp and cold all at once, until it's empty. Blade moved aside.

Unblinking, undaunting, and unnerving. Those eyes reach him again. Word hanging on he breeze as Dyno lets his eyes soak in the strange guy from Eleven.

"Okay."

The itch to reach for his own journal and wax poetry about the mysteries of the universe hit. Almost unnervingly strange, he feels his smirk stay as his eyes focus in. Unwavering in his watching of Karl, he's stopped for a second. The sound of moving water, a gentle breeze, the crackling mist far away, and his own heart leaves him on guard. Almost a whisper of his own voice as he presses closer, nose to nose with Karl Jardens, an enigma of a being.

"Nothing?"

White knuckles grip tighter to the rails as he pushes his body close enough to feel the heat between them. The radiating warmth of two bodies on a bridge where fish swim below and the peacefulness of the area is a stark contrast to Dyno's own thoughts. Dark and heavy with the ways to break Karl, show some sort of reaction to Dyno's own push and pull. Nothing. Left with nothing, Dyno considers for a moment the cameras around. Isn't this what the Capitol's all about. Drama. Tension. Ruin. The smirk on his lips falls for a second, twitching with more questions and frustrations, but he bites it all down.

"No fear. No anger. No begging."

The twist of his words feels hollow as his breath mingles with an ear. Disappointment in his words, but his eyes glisten with a certain patience to see how far he needs to push this. In the end, he sees those same eyes. The same push and pull that doesn't exist, but he lets his smirk fall now as he looks down to those lips once more. Wanting more than anything to see a tremble, a wavering movement, but instead it's blank and unmoving. Dull and boring. Dyno comes back to look into his eyes before he let's his voice come out carefully. Hands sliding away from the rails and back up to Karl's side before he leans in further.

"Nothing really shakes you, Karl."

The pause fills with the dozens of poems meant to die.

"How boring."

Leaning all the way in, Dyno lets his lips meet Karl's, desperate to see something flicker there. Ink to pen, he can taste the silence, the tension, and the lack of anything there. Unnervingly dull, he finds himself pushing his own body into Karl trying to chase a feeling down, hoping to scare the kid, but now he's just desperate to make a scene, make a mark, and become someone more.

The urge comes once more.

Of all the poetry in his head, he doesn't deserve to write these ones out.