A new dawn [open]

[Lucas Blacke]

Ever since he had broken his previous training dummy he had been avoiding getting a new one and was looking for other was to train. But the fact was and always would be that hitting a dummy around made for a good workout, and could help with letting aggression out when it was needed, so he had bought a new one yet could not muster up the strength to get rid of his old one as it held too many good memories for him to let go. He was using it when he met Karalie, when he net Axelle, when he met Anthy. He didn't count the whole affair with the bee in her case.

His new dummy was not a hardwood one, but a dummy mounted on a spring. A dummy that sprung back after every hit had forced him to move even faster or move around more to avoid getting hit. Like every other training session he would set it up in an area with lots of space to move around because he would move around no matter what, but right now he would be forced to do so more actively, working up more of a sweat and burning more of what he needed to burn; memories.

He wouldn't go to the courtyard, the temperature was beginning to stop him from going outside and with what he was going to do he usually shed his shirt to prevent it from sticking to him when he had been going at it for a while, and with the weather at this time of year it would be almost a guarantee of the flu or something. No, he'd just keep to the inside taining area for now, like the first time he had done. Though this brought some bad memories with it it was still an effective way of training.

He placed the dummy in the center of the ring and placed his bag in the corner, it held most everything he needed; mostly water. He then took off his shirt as a precaution, chucking it in the corner and over his bag as he took his phone out of his pocket and threw it in the direction of his chucked shirt when he placed his fist on the dummy and instantly felt the dummy moving with it. This one was easier to move but would hopefully take more abuse.

He hit it a few times and found that it actually swung back as he had been expecting, forcing him to move to the side to avoid being hit and losing his momentum.

After a few rounds of hitting it he felt something of a sweat coming on, beads dripping from his forehead as he decided to take a breather. He walked over to his bag and took out a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and began chugging when he finally lowered it and turned his gaze to the ceiling for a moment, breathing heavily and sweat running down his chest.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

If there was one thing Lucy had pretty straight in her schooling, it was power training. From the time she'd been at Hammel to now, she'd had the ability in almost constant use. Ever since her relationship developed with the psychometrist to paid mind to her tattoos like they existed, that use had only grown. It was further accentuated by the job she held, too. It wasn't often that she had to use the ability when tattooing someone, but it came in handy as the world's most tailored fail safe.

Still, the rooms were quiet. Quiet and lengthy, like perfect canvases, which made them far better than the art room's walls and the interlaced memories she'd left there. Once a person turned an entire room into a galaxy for someone's birthday, it kind of lost all its muse. For the most part anyway. She was pretty sure her trainer was on sabbatical or something, and so most of her work came from her literal work. From the keen eyed artist she worked for and with. Still, that didn't mean she shouldn't use the allotted time to keep up with things.

What she created on the wall in the adjacent space was practically perfect, but the consistent banging about next door was a little distracting. So, completely covered in paint, she made the break from one to the other. And she lingered in the doorway the second she got there. She recognised that guy.

"Mate," She stressed, not because she didn't remember his name, but because it was far more fitting; "Beating it a little hard, don'cha think?" The usual, curious grin swept her features, fingers still pressed to the wall, "What's up your ass today?"

[Lucas Blacke]

He sighed loudly as his gaze went for the ceiling, Lucas was allowing himself a moment to inwardly chuckle at the situation as he let the water slide down his throat and adjusting himself for the next round. This new dummmy was great in the sense that he now had to react to an actual reaction instead of the movement of himself, it kept him on edge and helped him reach new levels with his ability, or so he hoped. All this time though, and still he found no limit to what his ability could do, always finding out new things. The control of his power, assuming he avoided caffeine or alcohol, was straight forward; his body listened to what he wanted and nothing more.

Letting out a satisfied grunt he brought his gaze back to the dummy he was supposed to train with when a slightly familiar voice broke him out of his concentration. He looked over to the source of this disturbance, though not unhappy as it bought him time to recuperate, and smiled. He knew the girl who spoke, well, knew.. He had spoken to her before, knew she was gay and taken and not afraid to speak her mind. And she was kind of funny, Luke thought.

He turned his body a bit and laughed, if only to allow more air to travel to his lungs, panting as he looked at the girl in the doorway, only now noticing that she was covered in vibrant colors. ''Oh, ya know, th' usual.'' He replied lightheartedly. She and him were no friends, not that Luke thought anyway. They merely tolerated each other, and really, that was fine. She was fun either way. To look at and to talk to. He'd never forget how she made him see what so many people had told him. ''A spine.'' He joked.

''Could ask what yer doin' 'ere, but I'm pretty sure ye'd just got done blowin' a clown.''

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

By now for Lucy, he was the kind of guy to recognise and remember. Though he couldn't crack the psychometrist's shell - and really, who else could but herself - he'd hassled her all the same, and so it earned him an instant place of remembrance for the ink manipulator. If not for something positive or negative, than simply just because. Besides, somehow she managed to stick up for him and be a jerk about his prior behaviour all in one go. To get that much of a reaction was always something.

Her eyebrows raised and a grin caught her lips in a new way; at least he knew how to make fun of himself. Most people struggled to get that strain of humour, and it always made her own brand incredibly awkward. Or just offensive. But that hardly ever changed anything.

"We all gotta train up somewhere." She replied, arms out wide with a generous shrug to the idea before stretching her hands up and placing them both at the back of her head, fingers interlocked, "Got a face you're picturing on that thing, or is this just what you do for fun?"

[Lucas Blacke]

As she talked, he listened. As she widened her arms with that grin on her and that shrug he smiled, knowing that she got the joke he made and was reacting to just that. She was a fun one, she was. One to keep his eyes on, if only to try and bone that. He'd convince her, attracted to girls or not. He was sure of it and did not even think for one second about the fact he would be asking her to do the same thing he did to Karalie. But the setting gave him such a feeling of déjà vu, a girl checking up on him while he was training, she was the friend of Sawyer so this was a bit much of a coincidence. Wait, they were friends. How much had Sawyer told her?

Deciding not to comment on that fact, his mind went to her last question. Did he do this for fun, or the more fun 'did he have a face in mind'. ''Neither, really.'' He responded seriously as his smile faded, arms crossed over his chest as the realization hit him that she didn't know of his power. Did she? He assumed she didn't. He was sure Karalie hadn't told her and Sawyer hadn't even known about his power. Torn between telling her and letting her guess for herself he let out a chuckle. ''Mainly 'cause it hits back.'' He joked as he punched the dummy and it swung back with the fist, gaining momentum for when it sprang back.

''So ya-'' He started as the dummy sprang back and hit his shoulder, not hurting all that much but causing him to pause a moment as he stared in confusion. Oddly enough he forgot it did that, it seemed this new dummy required some getting used to. ''Anyway, I ever tell ya what my power is?''

He smiled at her, almost convinced she wasn't as bad as she seemed. Actually, he had been convinced the moment she told him the truth on Karalie. ''It involves sex!'' He exclaimed. ''Ya wanna guess or find out first hand?''