>>More than a pair of stinky socks [Open]

[abigail]

Stankball.

Merely the word’s stuffed with the thrill and exhilaration that often clinches to every game. Obviously, our little green friend loves the unofficial sport. He invented it himself along with his friend, Cyborg’s, help. It was the most creative sport you can imagine with the combination of the two’s imagination. They put everything they liked in it and made it their game. Their ambition’s, of course, to get it recognized so it’ll be the newest sensation. If they can make it official, they’re sure it would be. The two both have full confidence in their game. But, they’re still perfectly happy playing it amongst the Titans. Of course, Cyborg and Beast Boy are mostly the ones playing, with Raven if they’re lucky enough to force her to play. Most likely, however, they’ll only be getting a slap. Beast Boy doesn’t completely understand this with the level of fun stankball has.

The only thing about the game: Beast Boy never wins. Cyborg usually did. In fact, Cybrog won everything it seemed. Beast Boy and him were always in competition. Usually, the half-robot managed to beat him in the video games, sports and stankball. There were the odd games Beast Boy won, but it was mostly Cyborg. Of course, this didn’t prohibit Beast Boy from trying. No way!! Beast Boy never gives-up. In everything he does, he always tries his best to succeed and win no matter how regularly he fails. He is insecure and lacks confidence, yes. He always has that annoying voice, whispering in his ears negative words like “you’re going to loose” or “you’re no good at anything”. But it’s often ignored. Deep down, he knows he’s going to fail. But he tries so hard to tell himself that’s not true. He tries so hard to prove it to himself, to win. He wouldn’t ever give-up.

He’ll also always have a positive attitude when he looses. It’s part of predicting it. When part of you almost expects loosing, you’re less heartbroken and more smiles. Beast Boy’s the type of a guy to play for fun. Sure, a part of him wants to win. Tries to win. But a bigger part finds “fun” the biggest prize. That’s actually why he’ll say things like “you’re soooo going to loose” or “you won just by luck”. It’s not because of his confidence. It’s because they make things more fun and spices the game up. He can’t imagine playing without the teasing.

So, anyways, you’re probably wondering “so, why is this all important”? Well, the previous explanation of Beast Boy’s impression on Stankball’s to help elucidate the reason behind his amazement after winning the most recent stankball match. He threw the winning ball with a flabbergasted expression stretching his face, excitement creeping through him. He never won a game before!!! After a couple seconds of an open mouth, a rather high pitched squeal left the boy followed by a whole herd of teasing words. Things like “I totally just kicked your butt!” Of course, this didn’t help Cyborg’s mood. But Beast Boy was too excited to tone down his words or even think about toning down his words. As everyone knows, when Beast Boy’s excited, he hardly ever thinks. Just opens his mouth and lets the words effortlessly blurt out, barely pausing in between.

After his period of excitement was over, it was time for the prize: one thing Beast Boy was electrified for. While inventing the game, the two decided to create a traditional award. A prize given to the winner of every match. That’s right, the rules and tradition states that the winner of every game receives the honour of wearing a pair of socks from the stankball for a day. Beast Boy was almost in tears. It had been his dream to wear socks from the amazing all-important stankball. Although most normal people would have been worried about hygiene, it was never Beast Boy’s greatest concern and he found this a great honour.

Now, let me tell you, Beast Boy never smells good normally. In fact, he often stinks like a zoo and, in case you’ve never been in one, that’s not the loveliest of smells. It’s basically a combination of the smell of a whole herd of animals. So you can imagine how badly he stunk with a pair of the most stinky socks known to man. Not that great, I’ll tell you that. Take the way the dude normally smells and double it. Yes, that bad. Oh, and guess what Beast Boy decided to do straight after wearing the socks? Leaving the tower, that’s what. He was excited, felt happy and wanted to show the world his prize. That and he was hungry. Hungry for a piece of vegetarian pizza!! Yummm.

So that was how he found himself entering the closest fast-food pizza restaurant, all eyes turned on him, faces nearly gagging in disgust. They were all, however, ignored. The stankball tradition was one thing Beast Boy believed in and liked. He didn’t care that he stunk. Wasn’t worried over others disliking his smell. He always stunk and was used to in. In fact, he was almost proud of being stinky this time. It meant he won. That he was wearing a pair of the very first stankball ever made. Once you thought of it that way, it was pretty cool.

Heading for the counter to order, he was stopped by bumping into a random stranger--or at least that’s what he thought he bumped into.

[ferus]

The big city was such an interesting place. He'd been raised in New York, so he was at home among the skyscrapers and the shoddy advertisements. Here in Jump City, the experience was so diverse and fascinating, especially with enhanced senses such as his own. The sensations of a city were stimulating to even a normal person, and he was far from normal. He could see with inhuman sharpness, hear what none others could, taste all of the foods in the air, feel the body heat of every person he walked past.

Even this strange green... Oh, dear God. That's foul. Most people would find a foul sock-stench to be undesirable, and that was just with the pathetic sense of smell common to humans. To someone like Ferus, the smell was unbearable. Jeez, he smelled even worse than most humans. Most of them smelled like body odor, both internal and external. Some of them smelled even worse than that. Few of them revelled in filth. This strange green creature seemed to do just that. He smelled like week-old gym socks, to be perfectly honest. How could he stand to walk around smelling like that? He dipped his head to the boy and continued walking past, subtly holding his breath throughout the exchange.

Oh, good God, he was rank...

[abigail]

The Thing he bumped into, which later was proven to be a boy, merely dipped his head and strolled past. After looking up to view the dude’s face, Beast Boy did the same. Sadly enough, the green changeling was used to this. The Titans--well, actually everyone he new--were taller than him. The only one actually shorter was probably Gizmo who was undoubtedly the shortest person he met in his life and maybe the entire world. Being used to this doesn’t, however, mean disregarding. Being the shortest, physically weakest and youngest Teen Titan isn’t much to his liking. On the outside, he raises his head with a smile. On the inside, he curses his vegetation. That was probably one major reason behind his short height. One: he was the youngest Titan and logically the shortest. Two: his vegetarian diet prevents him from eating milk which is a key ingredient in growth. Oh, sure, he could just as easily transform into a giraffe. But he would still like to be tall in his human form. Hopefully, he’ll have a growth spurt soon.

*Crosses fingers*.

Now, Beast Boy couldn’t help but notice a trace of discomfort on the passer-by’s face. Well, no duh it was because of that smell. He flashed his eyes around the room to see that look mirrored on everyone else’s faces. You know how I said he didn’t care about what others thought? Well, he was starting to get a tad uncomfortable. After all, everyone cares about other’s opinions to some extend even if they pretend otherwise. He still valued the socks and wasn’t about to take them off, but it didn’t mean he was one hundred percent comfortable with the glares he was getting. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his head. It was almost like a little light-bulb switched on--or fireworks! Yes, it was like oodles of firework explosions. Beast Boy had always enjoyed this feeling. Why not explain to these people the brilliance of stankball? Yes! Then, not only will they understand, but perhaps this could be how the sport would go world-wide. They’ll find it interesting, tell their friends and, before anybody knows it, it’s the next big thing!!

The beautiful dream flashed before Beast Boy’s very eyes and he decided to try it. He was nervous. That little stage-fright actually did pinch his insides. Most people thought he didn’t get stage-fright, but he did. Only it was always before going up on stage. Once he actually did, the anxiety passed and he’ll feel comfortable. Yet, because he was such a risk taker and always ignored his minor stage fright to go up on stage, people thought he wasn’t. So, taking a deep breath, Beast Boy decided to do the same here and leaped up on a table. All eyes turned on the wacko odd-looking green teen with a big grin on his face.

The stage fright had passed and his hunger for pizza was momentarily forgotten.

“Dude, dudes and dudettes,” he announced with a booming voice. “You are all lucky witnesses of the first stankball game played outside of the Titans tower! Now, what is stankball, you ask? Well, it’s only the best sport ever invented!! The soon-to-be America’s newest SANSATION!! But, first, I need a volunteer. How about--you there?” He pointed to the dude he bumped into a minute or so before. Most people wouldn’t just jump on a table and start entertaining the crowd with an advertisement, but Beast Boy wasn’t “most people”. He had nothing to loose. The worst that could happen was him getting booed off or people calling him nuts. Guess what? That’s another thing he was used to.

[ferus]

While he tried to avoid attention most of the time, timid was one thing that Ferus was not. He was calm and confident almost all of the time, and even now, his posture suggested that he was entirely at ease. His hands were in his pocket, and his back was slightly slouched. His swords were hidden in a sheath across his back, but no one could see them unless they were trained to recognize concealed weapons, as most police officers were. He met the green kid's eyes with serenity in his own eyes. But at his words, Ferus drew his eyebrows together in surprise. To leave Titans Tower?

"Are you Beast Boy?" he asked.

His voice was a quiet baritone, a little gruff. It stood on the edge of being feral and vicious and being quiet and shy, like Ferus himself. He seemed half in animal form all of the time, and he had always admired Beast Boy and his abilities. Ferus' abilities were nothing but an imitation of animals: a conglomeration of the abilities of the best adapted animals on the planet. He had the nose of a bear, the eyes of an eagle, the ears of a cat, and the sensitivity of touch that couldn't be surpassed by a mole. He had the combined instincts of the world's most dangerous predators. He had the strength and reflexes of the strongest of animals. But he couldn't become any of those animals. Beast Boy was gifted.

As for...Stank ball was it?... If it made one smell like Beast Boy did, he certainly didn't want to participate. With Beast Boy's senses, Ferus was surprised that he could stand it himself.

[abigail]

Beast Boy expected the dude to--well, do anything but what he actually ended up doing. The stranger--dude--person had asked him whether or not he was Beast Boy. This certainly took him off gaurd. He had no idea people actually knew his name. Robin? Sure. "The Teen Titans"? Sure. But Beast Boy? Nope. He never even thought about the possibilty of being a well known hero. It simply never occured to him. Robin, he could understand with his actual fighting talent and "Boy Wonder" title. The Titans as a whole, no duh. Who wouldn't know the heros protecting the city? But he always thought others'views on him was that he was the comic Titan and a kid, barely knowing how to fight. Bewildered, he stood there for a second, merely glaring back.

Yes, he was surprised. But it was the good kind of surprise. He never thought he could be famous like his role model, Robin. He had always been the fan, the person looking up to people. Now, here was this other dude looking up [?] to him. Or, if not, at least knowing him which was amazingly cool by itself. A big toothy grin took the place of his shock as he nodded as a "yes". Accompaning his nod was a "yup" loud and confident. He wondered where the dude heard his name. Perhaps from his friends? which meant more people knew him. Maybe the entire city knew him!!! Maybe he had fans he didn't even know about. Yes, Beast Boy's imagination began running wild as his hopes and dreams formed themselves into reality in his head. He imagined signing autographs and--famous people get a chance to meet other famous people, right? Well, what if he got to meet THE VERY ONLY HARDY RAIN!!! That would be sooooooo cooooool.

Snapping himself into reality, Beast Boy asked, "Why? And how did you know?" Hey, he was curious. You can tell from the eager face. "I'm also the proud inventor of Stankball, by the way," he explained with an even wider grin and wiggling eyebrows, displaying the stankball. Perhaps a little bit of celebrity endorsement. Free celebrity endorsement. Yes, with a little bit of encouragement, Beast Boy can get real cocky and over-confident. Like, yeah, now . "So, since you know me, how about you?" Once again, curiosity. It was about time he started calling him something other than stranger--person--dude--or something of other.

[OOC: Eeeeek...sorry for the short post.]