Few people ever get the opportunity to see what it would be like if a mythological god did ever choose to walk the earth in human form, and even then, it tends to be a dream, or imaginary. For several couples trying to hurry into their designated boats without actually appearing to each other to be hurrying at all, though, they were getting a glimpse of probably the closest a mere human can come to that image without the help of some serious CGI. The problem was, Ricky's siblings had decided to go to their Halloween parties as superheroes, and his mother had phoned him to ask him if she should make or get him a costume while she was helping the others. He'd said yes, and now he was going to the Halloween ball as Thor, Norse god and general bringer of doom to evil guys.

So now Ricky was awaiting his date in probably the most scary thing he'd ever worn. For a guy whose normal attire consisted of shorts and a tshirt most of the time, the costume suited him rather terrifyingly well. Considering he spent most of his free time working out, mostly out of a lack of anything else to do, the chiselled muscles on his breastplate were superfluous considering the actual muscles beneath. The hammer being tossed lightly from hand to hand as he waited was no toy or prop: it was an actual sledgehammer, flown over with the costume from his uncle's workshop. If Ricky had been even half as fearsome as everyone thought he was, this evening would have ended spectacularly badly for the first person to look at him funny. His Slavic facial features, inherited from his mother's side of the family, looked scarily at home under Thor's winged helm - and considering what his general neutral expression looked like, well, people weren't sticking around to see which poor soul had been paired up with Rick the Destroyer.

Despite appearances, though, Ricky was in a cheerful mood. After all, he was going to a party tonight! It wasn't often that the youth went to parties, mostly because the clubbing scene at Fantasia wasn't really his vibe, but also because he wasn't invited all that often. He didn't let that get him down, though. Ricky was just looking forward to meeting his 'date' for the evening, a girl who the email he'd gotten from the staff had called Caitlyn Jennings. He thought he'd heard that name called out from a class register before, but unsurprisingly the two had never spoken before, despite being in the same year. Ricky tended to keep to himself, because he knew that other people were generally frightened of him anyway. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally hurt anyone, and so it was simpler for everyone if he obeyed the social forces at work and kept out of people's way. He was optimistic about meeting her properly though. Then again, Ricky was optimistic about everything. It was just in his nature to see the silver lining instead of the cloud. He was sure that he and Caitlyn would have a good time together tonight, and... well, if they didn't get along, they could always part ways after the boat ride, right?

Whatever happened, though, he was looking forward to the evening ahead.

[[ sorry it's somewhat rubbish... version one was lost to the internet ether >< ]]