Pro Fishing [Open]

He was tired of being on the campus. Sometimes it was just monotonous. He'd do something fun and the teachers would scold him for doing 'dumb things'. Then he'd have to do some stupid community service thing like serving people in the cafeteria, cleaning the bathrooms, or mowing the grass. While mowing the grass was perhaps his most favorite punishment, an awesome wolf such as he could only take so much. He decided to take a break from the school life and left the grounds.

His balding counselor had mentioned that maybe he should do some extra-curricular activities such as sports. After an 'Alpha' incident on the wrestling team, the counselor was quick to suggest some hobbies. He had no patience for art whatsoever and sewing was out of the question. Sewing was for women and sissies and he was neither of them. Then his counselor suggested fishing, sitting at the beach and watching the sunset. It sounded homo and girlish, yet here was Cross stomping down the dock and earning a few scowls from the local fisherman. He didn't think it was a big deal and he couldn't help but walk manly because that's just the kind of man he was; manly. It was something about scaring the fish away, but oh well. Fish were dumb anyway eventually they would return.

He went to the far end of the dock and sat down with his tackle box, fishing pole, and a disturbingly large cooler that people had gawked at on the streets on the way to the beach. It had been a while since he had fished, but he totally knew what he was doing! He rubbed his big hands together before opening up the box. So many thingies... But which one to choose? He chose a nicely-sized hook, loaded up a piece of shrimp, and prepped himself to toss!

One...Two...Three...Fling!

The bait flew...and flew...and decided to fly some more until it landed in the deep blue, the farthest toss than all of the fisherman on the dock. A few of them gawked at the giant's impressive toss before they went back to their business.

Now it was time to wait.

He popped open the large cooler and helped himself to a bottle of cola, flicking the cap off with ease and taking a drink. The hulk nearly spilled the soda all over himself when the line began to ziiiiiiing. Letting out a cry of surprise, he set the bottle down, noticing that whatever was on the line, it was trying to leave in a hurry. He grabbed the fishing pole with both hands and pulled, assuming that the hook was set in the 'fishes' mouth. Now it was time to reel it in!

"AHAH! I GOT ONE!" he cried out, grabbing the attention of nearby fishermen once again as he laughed heartily and began to reel in his catch. Some people feared that he was going to break the reel with how terrifyingly fast he was pulling the catch in. Others assumed he caught something smaller than a guppy with how he was hardly breaking a sweat. Then there were a few who were terrified of what really was on the other line. After all Cross had thrown his line farther than the fisherman who threw around the reefs. The big oaf had thrown his into the deep blue! "Dinner for me~ Dinner for ME! HOHO~!"

He was so excited! It felt like there was something big on the line. Then he could throw it in the cooler and run back home to show off his giant, fishy reward and demand the cook lady to make it. He could even make out a shape just below the surface and--WOW HE DIDNT KNOW FISH COULD GROW JUST AS MANLY AS HIMSELF! Quite a crowd gathered around the giant and were getting just as excited as he was. Here it comes--

And then it just...Let go.

The big man lost his balance and dropped onto his rear with a loud THUD meriting some "awwuhs" and laughter from the fishermen. A few muttered things like "next time" before they returned to their own lines. Cross stared at the unforgiving ocean at a complete loss. Why was fishing even considered a hobby anyway? Fish weren't even supposed to--

"Blimey!"

What the hell? That sounded like it came from... He looked down at the water at a man who was ...well, he looked like a fish. Sort of. Oh, and he was laughing at him. Large brows furrowed intensely at the...OK he had to be a mermaid. Not a merman. He didn't look manly enough to be a merman and he took back his earlier thoughts about his catch just because this mermaid had the audacity to mess with his line. His eyes narrowed at him. He had a lot of confidence in his quick reflexes. He just might be able to snatch it by his hair.

Then it laughed again and Cross could have sworn there was a tinge of nervousness in it. Couldn't blame him. After all, Cross did look imposing and right now he was doing it on purpose. "Hmph, you're lucky. I've eaten mermaids before," which was a unique experience in itself. It was conflicting and...weird, a delicacy he had years ago. Was it considered half-cannibalism and half...nature?

Or maybe eating Mermaids was just...murder and that's it. That was a tough question he was going to have to ask Miss M about later...Even if she hit him. Mental note of the day: go ask Miss M...

Anyway, he was a bit confused at the love life statement. He loved food. What was wrong with that? There was nothing dirty about loving cheeseburgers and loaded fries. He didn't even like mermaid so--Okay, he too shook his head and got back on track. He now focused on something else; the big blighters. Oh, and the fish man was challenging him of all people! The giant's brows furrowed and he was tense. What did that fish mean if he wasn't up to that?! "I'M NO WUSS" He bellowed at the fish man, his gaze intense! He was fired up! "I caught YOU, didn't I?! Where's these blighters!? I'll show 'em! I'll catch the biggest one out there!" damn right he was going to! He had beaten a shark with tentacles before! This was nothing!