A Little Jog Anyone? (open)

[Corbin Baily]

Meet Corbin Jett Baily, a twenty-two year old Pizza delivery boy and Barman. Corbin is a recent graduate of Hammel Institute, and is currently enjoying his freedom, and control over his powers. Corbin felt awesome. Awe inspiring... sort of. Sometimes, Corbin seriously wished he had manifested some other power, some cooler power. But then, super-speed did have its benefits.
Being super fast, was one of them. Though Cor wished he had more, he was happy with his ability to outrun some athletes, well he thought he did anyway. He could out run almost any human anyway... Maybe 'meta'-human should be 'beta'-human. Beta-human had two very good assets, beta, possibly meaning Better, for one. Weren't meta-humans better? They had some advanced powers. Mutation if you like. But mutation was the key to survival. If the humans wanted to continue as a race, they would have to make a few changes. That's what evolving was all about right?. The second reason, beta = b... in Greek. So, calling meta-humans, 'beta-humans', would be like calling them humanoid experiment B. The new improved models of the human race.

Corbin, currently, was exercising his power. As in, he was running around the field at Hammel Institute. Yes, Corbin had left Hammel
two or so years ago, and no, this little fact didn't not bother him in the slightest. Corbin wanted to improve him speediness, he needed to prove to Dr Campbell that he was Hammel Recruiter material. It was Corbin's goal in life, as well as the new car, the tattoo, the engagement. OK, so it was his ultimate goal in his life.
The human version of sonic, really wanted a job at Hammel. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life working in bars of for pizza places. Besides, he felt he owed Hammel so much. Corbin wasn't exactly what you would call a good kid before Hammel, He had even tried to blend his mothers wedding ring. Remembering the incident reminded Cor, that he had to call his mother.She had wrote to him, and Corbin was far too lazy to write back. Sure he could speed write, but when the writing isn't eligible, then it wasn't worth the effort.

Corbin slowed to a (fast) jog and gradually wound down to a walk. Previous experience had taught Corbin that stopping dead was not a good idea if he wished to remain standing up. The side-effects (there are always side-effects) of his power was nausea and dizziness. Mix the two together and you have one messy Corbin. He had learned to slow down gradually, this reduced any side-effects he may have immensely, though he was always touched with minor dizziness regardless of how he prepared and wound down. So, after coming to the end of a slow-ish walk, Corbin sank to the ground, and crossed his legs out in front of him. He took a gulp of the not-so-ice cold bottled water, and then fell back so he was laying on the grass. He closed his eyes against the sun, and rested peacefully. Until of course, a shadow darkened the inside of his eyelids. He opened one eye in a squint to see who was blocking his sun.

[Eleanor McArthur]

That Cherry Garcia last night was NOT a good idea. She knew she would regret it in the morning, but she absolutely had to eat it when she watched "Ghost." It was perhaps her secret indulgence- the movie, mind you, not the ice cream- since the topic of it was so close to home, and so not realistic. Still, she had this soft spot for the movie, but she would never watch it with anyone else. She refused. She would even go so far as to tell her friends she hated it.

Point was, she had much to much ice cream and she felt guilty. Whenever she felt guilty, she went running. Or rather, her version of running. Elle thought that she ran idiotic, so she took great care to not run in front of anyone else. So she was a tad dissapointed to see some one else was on the track. Especially after she put on her shorts and Wisconsin sweatshirt with the little Bucky Badger emblem she got from her brother Luke. She sat on the bleachers for a bit, watching this boy run. Now what he had was power. He had a reason to be at Hammel... but her? She saw dead people. And occasionally other sorts of spirits. Lots of people claimed to do it, and there were lots of movies portraying such a "talent" if you could call it that. To her, it was a curse. Even now, she saw a man across the track, just sitting and watching. She could tell he was a spirit. Probably some guy who had his heyday on this track and was attracted to Corbin, who clearly had athletic talent. He wouldn't have been there if it was Elle running. She ran like an injured emu.

The dark haired girl bent her knees, leaned forward with her elbows on said knees and rested her chin on her fists. The boy, or young man, rather, slowed down to a walk as if cooling down from his workout. Good, he must be almost done, and then Elle could do her few laps around the track before any one else showed up. She watched him with her dark blue eyes, and figured he hadn't noticed her yet. Then Corbin collapsed on the ground and she decided he must definitely be done. She stood up and walked over him, peering down at him, causing a shadow.

"Hello, there, uh, are you finished?" She said as she saw him open an eye. Good. He wasn't dead. Elle continued, "I don't mean to rush you, but I wanted to use the track."

Now Elle thought he looked vaguely familiar, but knew he wasn't in any of her classes, though he certainly didn't look younger than her. Maybe she saw him at the record store, where she worked? She squinted her eyes at him a bit, and asked suddenly, "Hey, do you go here?"