Breakdance Night! (Open)

[Jason Prowler]

It was late and Jason needed to unwind, it's been too long since he's been able to dance and let loose. Wearing a black Yankee fitted, a black tank top, loose blue jeans, and Nike sneakers he laid back on his dorm room couch looking up at the ceiling. He was bored, with a sigh he took out his Iphone he saw that it was already 10:25 P.M. Jason decided it was about time to head to the auditorium for a private late night session.

He knew no one would be there at this late hour, it was the best opportunity. Jason put on a black hoodie, grabbed his camo backpack, threw it over his left shoulder and exited his dorm room. He quietly made his way through the building trying not to draw any attention to where he was going. It was a crystal clear night, the stars shimmered overhead as he strolled through campus passing the library, offices, and classrooms. The campus was much quieter at night with no one running to their classes, much more peaceful. A slight gust of wind picked up and Jason put up his hood to break the chill of the breeze. Finally, he reached the auditorium, he look to his left, then right, and looked over his shoulder to see if there was anyone watching him as he approached the auditorium doors, the coast was clear. To his luck the doors were not locked and he pushed them open with ease.

He entered the auditorium searching for the stage; it was pitch black, all the lights were off as he stumbled through the building. Jason took out his Iphone to light his path using his flashlight app, it was the best way to make sure he didn’t clumsy break anything. With such a miniature light though, the room was dully lit but was enough to locate the stage. Jason hopped up onto the hardwood stage and headed to the backstage to find a light switch. Instead, he manage to stumble upon the stage controls full of switches and buttons galore. His eyes brightened like a kid in a candy store as he began to mess with auditorium controls. Randomly sliding switches up, turning knobs, and pressing buttons somehow turned on the stage lights. Neon lights flashed and shine downward in a rainbow of reds, blues, yellows and purples. Jason smiled and nodded in self satisfaction.  The auditorium was still in complete darkness, but it didn't matter, the lights on stage were more than enough. 

Placing his camo backpack gently on the ground the bent down to unzip it. He placed his hand in to reveal his blue wireless Beats By Dre Pill. He placed it carefully on the ground and turned it on making sure the volume was maxed out. Scrolling through his Iphone he chose Boneless by Steve Aoki and let the music play.

He got into starting position with his left hand on his Yankee fitted and waited for the beat to drop. He began to pop and lock, gliding on the smooth hardwood floor, first gliding on his tiptoes in a circular pattern and then on his knees back up again to his feet. The stage lights seem to strobe and flicker to the beat. With the beat still bumping in the background he began to top rock along with some foot work into a six step, he began to do windmills into airflares, and stopped with a one handed freeze. He paused for a moment during his freeze and looked out into the darkness of the auditorium envisioning his own audience. He smiled; growing up he was always pretty good at breakdancing, he had a lot of down time to practice, but with his powers his body felt weightless.

[Karalie Heise]

Karalie was slowing counting down the days until graduation.  It wasn't just being a high school graduate that drew her, it was moving to a new set of dorms, a new room, with a new roommate, or roommates.  She didn't care, but if she had to listen to those heathens going at it one more time she was going to explode.  Possibly literally.  She was seeing red, and though it was bed time Karalie stormed from the dorms in search of someplace a bit more quiet.

The problem with Hammel at 10:30 was that very little was actually open.  She could have gotten in her car and driven somewhere, but she didn't feel much like doing that.  The weather was breaking, spring finally in the air, and she liked breathing it in.  There were still deep patches of snow, but they were dwindling with each warm day that passed.  By warm, of course, it was in the fifties.  Still, it was a drastic change from what the weather had been, and though she didn't like to admit it, her body had on some level grown accustomed to the cooler weather.

It was the deep bass beats that caught her attention.  Some asshole probably had his car speakers blaring, but as she drew closer to the auditorium she could hear it was coming from within.  Needing the distraction, Karalie found herself walking up to the door and tugging the handle.  Sure enough it was open, and the lights were on.  Was there some sort of practice going on in there? What sort of practice needed music like this.

She stood just outside of the doorway, watching the boy on the stage, so small from the back of the room, twist and spin his body in ways she herself could not.  Karalie liked to think of herself as flexible.  She was a runner, after all, but what he did on that stage wasn't anything she herself could pull of even if she tried.  Not that she would.. Touching the ground so much wasn't anything she was interested in.  She wondered if it would be creepy to go take a seat or not.  She didn't need to come off as stalkerish, she didn't know the guy after all, but it was a nice distraction to watch him dancing.

When the song ended she decided to go ahead and clap.  Not enthusiastically, more of a sarcastic golf clap.  He was a safe enough distance away that she could dart off if she needed to.  It was way creepier to be caught staring than to let your presence be known.

[Jason Prowler]

The bass was bombastic as it reverberated throughout the auditorium and Jason flipped up to pop & lock and do more footwork into airfares, it was if all his stress was melting away. The song ended as Jason was in mid spin, it was at this point when he heard a slow clap coming from a silhouette in the doorway. With his focus lost he overestimated the length of the stage and spun right off of it, landing head first into some auditorium chairs.

The loud crash of metallic chairs snapping apart echoed through the building. Jason groaned with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment as he laid there in defeat. His limbs were trapped amongst the pile of chairs and he ripped them apart in frustration as if they were made of cardboard. Tossing the chairs aside he stood up and dust his pants off and then his shoulders followed by an nice long stretch of his arms as he let out sigh to calm down. Who is this person watching him and this late too? he thought as he stared at the dark silhouette. He hoped it wasn’t a faculty member, the last thing he needed was to get into anymore trouble. “Looks like I have a shadow following me.” He yelled out to the doorway with smirk on his face.

[Karalie Heise]

She didn't expect
the boy to startle the way he did, spinning and falling head first off the stage.  Karalie gasped and started towards the stage when she saw something that freaked her out enough to stop her in her tracks. Chunks of metal chair flew from the boy.  He was tearing them apart as if they were made of Styrofoam and her jaw dropped.  She must be seeing things.. then again this was the Hammel auditorium.  Things like this shouldn't bother her, but instinct always kicked in; that just wasn't normal, no matter where you were.

The boy got to his feet as if nothing happened, dusting his pants off in the process, while she stood there frozen.  He called to her and a frown formed.  A shadow following him? As if she would follow anyone! That wasn't her style, and besides, she had no reason to follow a boy. Not when she had someone in her life who she hoped would continued following her around.  Just thinking of Carter made her heart flutter, even in the presence of the mystery hulk.

"I can assure yah I ain't followin' no one.  Just so happened tuh be goin' fer uh walk when I heard your.. music?"  Her hands slipped to her hips as she cocked a brow at him.  "Stuck around tuh see th'fancy footwork."  It was something Lucas would have done. Lucas.. and like that all happy thoughts fluttered away.

[Jason Prowler]

It was a young girl who walked out of the shadows into the neon lighting, a beautiful southern bell. Jason didn’t actually expect it to be a girl, what was she even doing out so late? She seemed a bit uneasy, and Jason noticed that he tore some of the metal chairs apart and scrambled to put some of the surviving chairs back in place. He always underestimated his strength when he lost his focused and it never failed to place him in an embarrassing situation. “You’ll have to pardon me miss, I wasn’t aware I was in the presence of a lady.” His military manners came out, out of respect for his memory he tried to follow his brother’s influence.

Admiring some of the fancy footwork? She had a alluring southern accent, the type that wanted to make you more proper than one normally would act. Jason looked behind him at the stage, “Oh that?” and looked back at the southern bell. “That was me just messing around, ya know letting off some steam. Something I picked up over the years.” He smiled. “How rude of me, I”m Jason, Jason Prowler.” He propped himself on the stage to sit to get a little more comfortable. “And who, may I ask do I have the pleasure of meeting?” he asked with curiosity.

[Karalie Heise]

A lady?  Now there was something she could get used to.  Her brows quirked up as she watched the boy, full of all sorts of unexpected manners.  "Should it make uh difference?" She asked back, unsure if he would have done things differently had he'd known from the beginning she was a girl.  Maybe he wouldn't have torn those chairs apart as if they were paper.


Letting off steam, huh? She supposed they all had their vices.  For her it was a run.  Now taking a run at this time of night wasn't something she would do, not unless she were to go to a gym, but taking a walk and then darting away at the first sign of trouble, now that was different.

His manners continued and she was pleasantly surprised by them.  She could get on board with manners, it was a rare quality in men on this campus it seemed.  The only  gentlemen she knew went to the university.  "Karalie Heise." She offered, stepping a little closer, but not terribly so.  She still didn't want to get too close, not yet.  She didn't know the boy after all, and there was no one around.  She already knew he was strong.. It had the potential to be a bad situation for her and she wasn't interested in trouble.  Not when her night was already going so poorly.

"Pleasure, Jason Prowler.  Ya'll take lessons for that?"

[Jason Prowler]

Jason was relaxed as he rested his hands on the stage. “Well if I knew there was an elegant young lady such as yourself watching me, I probably would've made it point not to make a fool of myself, ya know falling off the stage and all.” Jason said in a confident smile hoping he wasn’t too forward. Even after a year at Hammel he was still learning how to be sociable, after all, he hadn’t been surrounded by people his own age most of his life, mostly just prim and proper military personnel.

The petite girl stepped a little closer introducing herself as Karalie Heise. It was obvious to Jason that she was keeping her distance, he couldn’t blame her in the least bit. He put in a lot of effort to hide his strength and here Karalie had seen how frighteningly strong he really was first hand. It was burden he had been dealing with since he discovered he even had powers, the fear in some people's eyes who were to bear witness was always daunting.

Jason bowed his head slightly saying “The pleasure is all mine Karalie Heise.” Karalie inquired about his dancing. “Lessons? Nah, just a few things I picked up over the years. When you’ve traveled around the world and had as much free time as me, you learn a thing or two.” Jason rolled backwards into a handstand and flipped himself back up on his feet. “Of course, a little bit a natural talent doesn’t hurt.”

Jason’s curiosity gotten the best of him. “And how about you Karalie? You go on evening strolls often?”

[Karalie Heise]

Elegant young lady? She'd been eating it all up, but she had to admit he was laying it on thick.  Not that she completely minded, but she was certainly internally rolling her eyes.  Who the hell was this kid? He sounded like her grandfather only young and not southern. "About that.. ya'll'right?" She asked, assuming he was fine after his fall if he was tearing chairs apart and standing there with seemingly no problems.  If he was harmed he was hiding it well.

She wondered what he'd traveled so much for.  Maybe his family was wealthy and liked to take him places to teach him about them.  What better way to learn about the Sistine Chapel than to see it for yourself? She'd never left the country, but would love to.  Preferably with her husband if she could ever manage to get hitched to someone worthwhile.  She had plenty of time for that, though.  Maybe she'd go to Mexico one of these days for Spring Break, too.  Who knew.. at eighteen she had plenty of time to do all those lovely things.

"Sweet and humble." She taunted at his mention of talent.  He was talented, but just because you had it didn't mean you boasted about it.  She didn't go on about how fast she was, unless she was racing someone and wanted to taunt them.  The last time she did that, though silently, she ended up falling and spraining her ankle.  Fortunately, she made a friend in the process.  Her mind wandered to the older boy briefly; they should go running again.

"Only when my roommate's bein'.. my roommate." There were plenty of choice words she would have liked to throw on the end of that sentence, but foul mouths weren't attractive and though she wasn't trying to attract Jason, she still found it important to keep up good appearances, especially in front of boys.  "Sometime's it's jus' better tuh leave than stick around an' hear things yah don' wanna hear."  She nodded at him.  "What about'chu? Couldn't find uh better time tuh practice them mad skills?"

[Jason Prowler]

Was he all right? It was nice of her to ask, even if he wasn’t he definitely would have to man it up in front of a girl, but falling into some chairs wasn’t going to do much. Try sparing with a marine, now that's a real beat down. He zoned out for a second thinking about his brother and then snapped back. “Yeah I think so.” Jason put out his arms to inspect, stretching and contracting them. He even did a couple of squats to test his legs, all for show of course. “Everything feels fine, how do I look?” he posed playfully for Karalie.

She teased him for his slight lack of humility, he didn’t mind. The funny part was is that he never really dance to impress others, it just made him feel free. “Nothing wrong with being a little confident.” he said with a smile. “I’m sure you have some talents of your own.” he added with a slight nod.

“Roommate trouble huh, you get into an argument or something?” Jason asked with curiosity. His mad skills? He chuckled, “No better time than the present.” Jason scanned the building. “Besides, I have the whole auditorium to myself. With senior year ending there’s been so much going on, I just need time to get my mind off things ya know”

Jason took out his Iphone to check the time. "Whoa, it's already 11:00, look at us being night owls." he continued to scroll through his Iphone for some background music and then looked back at Karalie. "Next songs lady's choice, any requests?" 

[Karalie Heise]

Jason posed for her and she cocked a brow, folding her arms over her chest.  Was he serious?  "Smug." She drawled in response, and it was totally true.  He did look smug.  Cute, but smug.  There was nothing wrong with confidence so long as you showed some humility with it.  She was plenty prideful, but she didn't show it off because that was certainly not the Christian way. Jesus didn't go around making all the water wine just because he could, now did he?

"I might." She agreed, knowing she had plenty of talents to speak of, but she wasn't about to tick them off for this strange boy with brute strength.  "An' no, not tonight anyway." She'd gotten into a few disagreements with the Brit in the past, but tonight it was different, and not something she cared to get into with someone she'd just met.  Last thing she wanted to do was go on a verbal rampage.  It would do no good.

Karalie snorted her understanding.  The year was coming to an end soon and there was too much that needed to be done still.  She understood completely being a senior herself.  Funny how she had never crossed his path until now.  There were a lot of kids at Hammel, though. It made sense.  "I'm not intentionally bein' uh night owl." She pointed out.  She would happily be in bed if she could, but that wasn't an option either.  "An' I'm almost certain ya'll don' got anythin' on there I'd listen to."

[Jason Prowler]

Smug? She probably had a point, Jason was definitely being over confident with someone he hardly knew. He always had a whimsical sense of humor though, his way of lightening things up. It was obvious by her crossed arms and cocked eyebrow that she was unamused and unimpressed.

Karalie was short in her responses, apparently theses were topics that she didn’t want to discuss. She appeared real wound up, most likely derived from an accumulation of unfortunate events. He respected her desire to not pursue the subjects any further.

“Well, whatever you're intentionally trying to do, I’m glad you popped in. It’s nice being able to chat with someone new.” Jason looked at his Iphone and then back at Karalie with a quizzical expression. “You do know I can pull up any song on this thing right?” The array of neon strobe lights that were flashing were more of a nuisance if anything else now that he wasn’t breakdancing. “You’ll have to please excuse me for a moment, I need to shed some proper light on this situation.” Jason walked over to the lighting control panel, messed with a few switches and turned on the auditoriums proper lighting. The neon lights were gone and two could now see clearly without the constant rainbow strobes.

He returned downstage and sat back on the edge to be more comfortable. “Sorry about that, it was sort of strange to see you half in the shadows and then in blue lighting, then red, then green.” he chuckled. Jason looked upon her with his blue eyes, now that she was under some normal lighting and not some random assortment of colors, he noticed how pretty she actually was, even with her arms all crossed. “So, miss Karalie.” He wanted to tread lightly. “If I may be so bold, may I ask what what brings you to Hammel?” It was interesting that they haven't met before, it was a large campus after all and Jason thought it was polite to ask her about herself.

[Karalie Heise]

She wondered how sincere he was being with his compliment.  Was she really that interesting to meet? She was a girl after all, and he was very much a boy.  Boys liked girls attention.  She knew on some level he liked showing off in front of her even if he wouldn't outright admit it.  Jason liked impressing other people.  Then again he had thought himself alone.  Even with, the music was loud enough to attract someone in.  Perhaps he hoped to be caught.  If he hadn't, perhaps he would have been more discreet about his middle of the night performance.

Her brows furrowed when she realized he could pull any song up.  She just figured he had an ipod on him or something, and why would he purchase a song just for her? Or maybe he would.  She didn't know what he was up to.  He excused himself before she could answer to turn the seizure inducing lights off and she was left to decide on a song for him to pull up.  Was he going to dance to it? Maybe she should pick an obnoxious song then.  

She'd thought of a song and before she could suggest it he opened his mouth again.  Miss Karalie.  She felt like she was back at home.  No one up north seemed to carry that southern charm with them; calling her miss.

"Doesn' everyone come tuh Hammel for the same reason?" She asked cocking a brow.  It was a strange question considering the answer was so obvious, unless of course he wanted specifics.  Jason didn't ask for specifics, though.  He asked what brought her there.  

[Jason Prowler]

Karalie raised more eyebrows than Dwayne Johnson as The Rock. Jason rolled his eyes “Your powers silly. We all have them, I was just curious what yours might be, ya know since you obviously know mine.” he gestured to the chairs. “Super strength, and super annoying.” he paused. “But that’s just me being nosy, you don’t have to share if you don’t want to.” Jason said with a shrug.

He fiddled with his Iphone and pulled up Spotify. Jason flipped around and offered it to Karalie. “Here, search for anything your heart desires. I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess some country? I notice that you have that whole southern bell thing going for ya.” he smiled.

[Karalie Heise]

She looked over at the chairs he'd torn apart only moments ago before eyeing him up again.  She didn't exactly enjoy telling people what she had.  It was best kept a secret.  No one liked the idea of her stealing their memories, especially if they had no idea if she'd done it or not.  She knew she wouldn't like it, but she didn't need to go into details.  For all he knew she was well trained and had it all under control, which was only partially true.  Trained, yes, but controlled? Not even close.  Well, a bit.  More than she had been at the beginning of the year, but she still slipped up plenty.

"Retrocognition."  It was a big word she'd had to learn when she arrived.  She recalled it taking weeks to remember it and even longer to figure out how to spell it properly.  "I can read mem'ries imprinted on stuff.  An' people, of course."  She tried not to let her own stance change much, not wanting to tip him off that he should have something to worry about from her.  Unless he liked his life being an open book available for her to read at a simple touch.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.  Yes, she did like country but like most girls her age she liked the top 40's.  Southern bell or not, country was rarely her first pick, but she did enjoy it.  She'd grown up with it, after all.  Hell, she danced to it a few times when she was little in the pagaents as her talent.  She still recalled most of the dance to Boot Scootin' Boogie.  

"Ya'll know me so well." She offered her sweetest smile as she walked forward to take the little device in her hand.  She tapped on it before handing it back, the familiar chords making her smile more genuinely as they started up through the speakers.

[Jason Prowler]

Karalie looked at the chairs and then back at Jason prior to answering. He stroked his chin with his left hand absorbing what she was saying to him. Retrocognition? How interesting. “Soooo, you can see another person's memories? How do you experience something like that? Is it as if you’re there watching the memory happen?” His curiosity always caused him to ask questions about things he didn’t fully understand. Jason was an intellectual after all and always loved to learn something new.

She took his Iphone with a smile and placed in her song of choice to stream through the speakers. “Whoa now, do I detect a smile from miss Karalie?” he teased. “You better calm down that stuffs contagious.” he continued. The speakers boomed with the smooth sounds of some old school country music. Not Jasons music genre of choice, but he couldn't help but bob his head left to right to the drums and skillful guitar playing. He chuckled slightly when the country singer sang Boot Scootin’ Boogie, he smirked and cocked an eyebrow at Karalie. “So you got those boot scootin' boogie skills?” he looked over his shoulder to the stage and then back at Karalie. “Because we do have a stage right here.” he gestured he head to the stage behind him.