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Crystal "Hah!" Crystal laughs. "Knew you girls had have have some go!" She spies Cecilia, shouting out, with her hands up, "Open!" Her plans get quickly skunked by the arrival of Blunt Trauma. Crystal skids to a halt and turns to look at their coach. drat, she is big. Where the other girls fidget, Crystal listens attentively. Coaches, they're the one authority figure that's never failed Crystal. Everything's out in the open - you've got the goal, you perform your best, hit it, everything's good. No secrets, no sneaking around. "Right, Coach!" Crystal says, breaking for the edge of the gym, moving at a brisk pace. Athletics 8 if we're counting such things
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Tara "Coach, yes, Coach!" Tara replies reflexively with an almost military clip before she even realizes it. She jogs over to Cecilia and helps her up. "You better start running too." And just like that, she's off like a shot. She knows she'll probably regret not taking up the offer for stretches earlier, but she's not so out of shape that she can't handle a little running. Athletics +6!
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Cecilia Ms. Sanders appears in a flurry of intensity, topped off with a shockwave that throws Cecilia backwards. She stares up at the ceiling, Why can't I have pillow powers? Rickie leans over, dragging the thin girl back up to her feet. Cecilia rubs at the growing bruise on her tailbone, mumbling, "Yeah, I'm okay." One quick glance at Ms. Sanders tells her all she needs to know. She starts running. She glances over at Rickie, smiling as she starts to get winded, "You'd think almost a year of prison would make me used to running laps." Athletics 0. Cecilia gonna go slow. Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 18:02 on Sep 26, 2012 |
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Ms. Sanders stomps into the middle of the court, glaring at each of the girls as they run past. Leading the pack were Crystal, Seren, and Bo. Though Bo gets loudly chastised when she does the first two laps in about 4 seconds, and Ms. Sanders tells her she has to do five more laps. Even without her powers she seemed to be pretty fast, though. Behind them were Tara, Sarah, Jean, and Gabrielle. Most of the girls were in the rear though; Anna, Cecilia, Rickie, Alice, and Samantha. Bo even manages to lap you guys a couple times. Thankfully time didn't seem to matter. Once you all finish, almost everybody panting and sweating a bit, Ms. Sanders tells you all to line up by house. "Blue and Red, huh?" She paces in front of both houses, the anger and shouting seeming to be gone for the moment. While Ms. Sanders still doesn't seem all that friendly and is a whole heap of intimidating, you're at least pretty sure she's not going to thrash any of you. "Okay criminals, this is physical education." Blunt Trauma begins with, living up to the 'blunt' part. "You're mutants, which means that everyone outside these walls hates you and wants to kill you." She pauses, her words sinking in and waiting to see if any of you dare to contradict her. "This class is not only going to make sure you are all in prime physical shape, but also see to it that if some Flatscan manages to slap a power inhibitor on you, you'll be able to break his loving neck and get away." She she didn't look like she was at all joking about that. "In addition to exercise and conditioning you will be learning close quarters combat here, and you will each excel in it or I will be very displeased." Despite the aggressive tone it did seem to come from somewhere of genuine concern. "No one is to use powers in this class. Speedy was the only freebie you convicts get, the next one of you to use any powers loses ten points for your house. Now all of you, twenty pushups."
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Crystal Making a strong early finish, Crystal takes a light loop around the gathering area to run herself off and cool down. Not that she worked up a sweat. Which leads to the obvious question.... "Miss....Coach?" she says. "Believe me, I would if I could, just no idea how."
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"Looking like a cubic zirconia isn't using a power." Miss Coach Sanders corrects Crystal. "Flying." She looks at Anna. "Super speed." She looks at Bo. "Are using powers. If you're stronger or tougher because of your skin I'll hit you with harder and heavier material to make up for it." She assures Crystal, not treating her any different from the others. "Twenty pushups. Now."
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Sarah Breathing heavily, Sarah fell into line with the rest of the house. Criminals? Convicts? Well it was true, but it still felt like a slap in the face. The honesty was sort of refreshing though - at least Ms. Trauma here wasn't going to dodge around the whole 'this is a prison' thing. Although the fighting aspect really caught Sarah off guard. At least it was only self defense. Still, she doubted that the wider world would be hearing about this particular aspect of their curriculum. "Guess I don't have to worry about losing points for power usage," she mutters, settling down into position.
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Cecilia Cecilia barely manages to catch her breath before she's back on the ground, this time doing pushups. She pauses for a moment, thinking again, What if I don't know how to not use my powers? She briefly considers writing Ms. Sanders into a whole-lot-nicer person, but shakes the thought away as she resumes the push-ups. A sudden thought strikes her at the subtext to Ms. Sanders' last statement. As she goes back down for another rep, she whispers to Tara, next to her, "Do you think she's really going to hit us?"
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Anna They say that even with hollow bones and prodigious lung capacity, it takes a lot of muscle to carry a body aloft. Anna... doesn't have that, though she is startlingly light. A slow start leads to a slow progression, which leads to a muffled groan as Bo laps her. By the time Anna finishes, her wings and legs feel like dead weight, threatening to stay right where they are instead of sloughing off like good little masses of misery. Her feet... oh god, her feet. The less said about her feet, the better. Lined up with the other Blues, she takes deep, deep gulps of air. Criminals? Well, yeah, technically. And there would be people outside who would never accept an apology for what Anna did. Not that arguing with Ms. Sanders would help. She seems to be half irresistible force, half immovable object. Everyone outside wants to kill them? That's... right, Trauma's probably one of those ex-Brotherhood people. Anna schools her eyebrows to stay down, but disbelief is hidden behind a faintly green wash of nausea. Trauma's going to teach them to kill people? On purpose? ...because she's right. Half right. Not everyone outside wants to hurt them, but there are a lot out there who do. Anna stifles a noise as she crouches down and stretches out, keeping her wings straight and aligned down her back. Even before she pushes up the first time, her toetips feel like they're going to tear through the front of her poor trainers.
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Tara "I hope not, Cee," She says, getting down in the push-up position. "Because I can do gym without powers, easy. Well, we have to climb the rope, then I can't guarantee the spiders aren't helping. But when something hits me, spiders start flying off me, and that would mean we'd lose points, which would suck. Everyone in the House really wants that TV."
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Rickie Rickie's palms and the ball of pigment hit the ground at roughly the same time, spattering the artist with blue like someone brutally murdered a Smurf on her shoulder. While the laps didn't give her much trouble, she wasn't at all sure she could do twenty push-ups. One. Two. Hand-to-hand training. Excellent. Three. Four. Mom had pulled her out of karate when her powers manifested in her first class. Five. Six. She basically knew you bowed to your opponent. Seven. Eight. The reasoning was fuzzy, though. Nine. Ten. Rickie'd met dozens of pro-mutant normals. Eleven. Twelve. Including a senator who'd visited... Thirteen... one of the pro-mutant campaigns she'd tried to... Fourteen... volunteer for... Fifteen... Straining, arms quivering, Rickie pushes herself up into full extension for the fiteenth push-up. Her train of thought seriously derailed, she mutters "Fifteen... fifteen..." as she tries not to simply collapse onto the floor coming back down. She goes cross-eyed as she notices a day-glo orange bead of sweat trickling down the bridge of her nose, and idly wonders what color her pits have gone.
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Girls from both houses struggle to finish the push up, and Ms. Sanders stands over them until they're finished. Rickie and Cecilia bring up the Blues, with Samantha and Alice doing the same for the Reds. But pretty well everybody was sweaty and panting by the end of it, excepting Crystal. Almost as soon as Alice had finished her last push up and was lying spread out on the court, Ms. Sanders addresses everybody. "Thirty sit-ups." She tells the girls plainly.
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Anna It's tempting to just drop flat on the floor after the twentieth pushup. It'd be theatric, drat it. Ms. Sanders would probably give her more, or take points from the House, so instead Anna carefully folds herself backward, arms throbbing and bangs matted down with sweat. And now situps. Stifle that whine! She can probably smell fear. Anna weighs the risks of asking a question, then goes for it. Fate is usually on her side. Except when it isn't. "Ma'am? Should I pretend my wings have fallen asleep?" Anna asks. She doesn't know what might happen to them if she had a nullifier put on, but neither wants to think about those things or rile Ms. Trauma by making her think about them.
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Crystal She may not sweat, but drat, this is work! Crystal's stronger than she used to be but she's also heavier than she used to be, so the two effects balance each other out. By the time they're done Crystal's pushups come noticeably slower than when she started. Crystal sits back and looks at the others as they finish up. She's already halfway up to her feet when they get hit by the next task. Anna's almost-whine draws Crystal's attention. City kid, she'd guess. "Cross your arms," she says, putting each hand on her opposite shoulder. "And focus on your knees. Makes it a little easier."
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Sarah It never ends. With what remains of her willpower and concentration, she begins the next set of arduous exercises. She was tempted to remain stoic and unaffected - try not to let the gym teacher get to her. Her ragged breath put that plan squarely in the bin, so she settles for glaring at the teacher with all her worth. Lack of eye lasers be damned - she could at least try to will the Amazon dead with the power of her stare.
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Hehehe. Style die for Sarah.
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Rickie Rickie just sort of collapses after the twentieth push-up, just resting with her face against the floor. Apparently she's not the last one to finish, as she's allowed a few seconds of respite. The artist whines softly as she flops over onto her back, trying not to use her arms for the purpose, so the effect is something like a seal trying to get a suntan. It's a whole different muscle group, she tells herself. Leg and arm fatigue shouldn't enter into it... Crystal's advice filters through the fog, and after a glance in her direction, Rickie apes the girl's position. One. Two. Huh, that's a lovely mauve. Sure enough, the mutant's overactive sweat glands are putting out a light purple stain on the knees of her jeans. Five. Six. I'm going to look like a Jackson Pollock by the time this is done. Nine. Ten... Ma'am, permission to clean this up, ma'am? Ma'am yes Ma'am! The mental image of Blunt Trauma as a drill instructor flits through Rickie's mind, accompanied by the voice of R. Lee Ermey. She can't help it. In the middle of her 17th sit-up, a giggle escapes her. She snorts and tries to restrain it, but the phrase "What is this Mickey Mouse poo poo?" drifts through her mind, and within moments she is giggling uncontrollably, interspersed with snorts, gasps, and sit-ups.
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Anna Anna briefly smiles thanks to Crystal, but returns her attention to Ms. Trauma. Good advice, but apparently not what she was looking for. She nods and chirps a thank-you to the teacher, then returns to sitting, silently glad for the few seconds of rest between exercises. Owing to their relatively small size, Anna folds her wings as tightly against her back as she can and starts her situps. It's hard, even from the start. She hasn't done the things, the stupid things in ages, not since before her wings began to grow in. They're awkward like this, and it's increasingly uncomfortable as she hoists herself forward and shifts slightly, making sure she doesn't crease any feathers on the way back down. Because of that, each repetition takes slightly longer than it otherwise should, and when she does finally finish it's noticeably longer after the others.
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Cecilia Cecilia grunts, rolling over as her aching arms cry out for relief. It was going to be a long day, and she's only been awake for about fifteen minutes. As she starts into her sit-ups, she glances over to Ms. Sanders. She whispers to Tara again, "She acts kinda like a guard everybody hated."
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Crystal "Twenty six....twenty seven..." Crystal grunts along, focusing with sheer bloody-mindedness. Gotta beat those red house girls, and the other blues too. Everything's a competition and drat it...."What's so funny?" Crystal asks as she comes up, looking over to the source of the snickering. Then Crystal bursts out laughing herself, seeing her multi-colored body. Crystal collapses back in her own fit of giggles.
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Sarah's glaring doesn't even phase Blunt Trauma let alone kill her, though she is joined in intent by Gabrielle. While the fire girl was fairing better than some she clearly resented the hell out of having to do it anyway. On the other hand, Rickie's sweaty technicolour dreamcoat and sudden onset of giggling does seem to get the teacher's attention. And laughter being the infectious thing that it was, Rickie wasn't the only one giggling. Crystal was the first, but Seren and Jean catch the chuckles as well despite nobody knowing what exactly was making Rickie laugh in the first place. "Alright girls, that's enough." Ms. Sanders tells both Houses, managing to quell the giggles in short order. In relative silence, everybody eventually finishes their sit-ups no matter how much they felt they were going to die (or wanted Ms. Sanders too). When the last girl, Alice, does her final sit-up and collapses backwards onto the floor, the teacher begins talking again. "Anyone who stands out from the crowd out there," She points towards a window, indicating the outside world. "Makes themselves a target. Good or bad. But if you're strong enough, you can endure. Get stronger. Get to the point where you don't have to worry about standing out or care what other people think." This… wasn't like what she said before. This was almost like she was… encouraging you? Telling you what you need to get better and make it in the world? And it wasn't being shouted!? "Everyday we will start off with lap, push ups and sit ups. And that will increase week on week." She continues. "And anyone who cannot keep up will lose five points for their house every day they fail to keep up. Some of you," She turns her gaze across the girls one by one. "May think this is unfair. And it is. And since it is unfair, I will allow you the choice of doing your housemate's exercises for that day. Then it will only cost your house one point." Her expression is stern, but not quite R. Lee Ermey to Rickie's disappointment. "Jean, Anna, clean up the court." She tells the two winged ladies, as a smattering of brown, white, and black feathers having come loose during the course of the class. "And take a shower, Patricia." She adds to the stained artist before leaving the court, leaving the girls on their own. Alice, Samantha, and Gabrielle looked quite the worse for wear, while Bo, Jean, and Seren were tired but not quite so wrecked as their housemates. A few moments pass. "…fuuuuuuuck gym." Gabrielle moans from the floor. Style die for Rickie too! Class is over and there is plenty of time before next class is scheduled, FYI.
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Anna She made it. Did she make it? Oh, she made a mess at least. Anna nods and manages to croak out an affirmative to Ms. Trauma. First she'll take a minute to survey the damage and allow her muscles a fantasy of rest. And turn to look at Rickie when the teacher singles her out next. "Hooooooly crow," Anna says, a smile stretching some of the few muscles that haven't been terribly abused over the last hour. "Andrew Lloyd Webber, you can go eat your heart out, because we've got Rickie and the Amazing Technicolor Gym-Clothes!"
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Rickie "I look handsome, I look smart, I am a walking work of art!" Rickie gasps from the floor, feeling like none of those things. "I don't suppose any of you have telekinesis and can pick me up?" Groaning, she struggles to her feet and disgustedly surveys the floor she had been working out on. "Most people use mats to exercise, but I need a dropcloth." With a clench of one hand (and a groan), she pulls most of the pigment off the floor and out of her clothes, forming a ball in midair next to her. Scowling, she looks at the ball and turns it into a cylinder, then expands it into a soda can. Pocari Sweat. "Ugh, yes. Shower." Wobbling, she stumbles towards the locker room.
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Sarah She wasn't quite sure how she got through the last set of exercises. The mental image of the teacher's head bursting into flame had probably helped more than was psychologically healthy. "Just... just give me a minute." The best part of any exercise was inevitably the end - and lying flat out on the floor was undoubtedly the best way to spend that time. She aches. Not as much as she thought she would, but still. She hadn't done anything this strenuous in a long time. Pushing herself to her knees, then lumbering into a standing position, Sarah surveys the room. The floor was littered with girls still recovering. She wanders over to Cecilia and Tara, panting as she goes. "You ok?" She offers a hand to her housemates. "Figures they can't all be like Tabby." Then, to the wider room: "Anyone else feel really bad for Purple house right now?"
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Anna Anna crosses her fingers on the flying front, and waves the Reds goodbye. Just meeting up after classes would be cool too, though. You can see too much of people sometimes, not that her fellow Blues have given her any reason to be prickly. "Yeah, let's go. Maybe we'll get a chance to scope out the next group before the teacher arrives." She smiles at Cecilia. "I wonder what they're going to start us out with. Maybe Little Women." Snerk. "Les Mis."
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