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[Rayne Lancaster]

First precausion with solo training. People are out of the way. He was all good to go, now he just had to concentrate. In front of him were two piles of discs. All of them the same and all doing the same objective; hit the target. It isn't like they are hard discs, but he did not want conflict so close to Christmas. Rayne just stood there in the snow, a woolen leather jacket on and a scarf of black and white. Coldness could now not be a factor, so standing on the field he waited until he felt ready. It was just practise, and it wasn't like the discs were heavy either. Thin plastic. He just hoped to go well.

Clearing his throat, he held out a hand for balance. It was a bit worrying, but soon he had control. Two discs floated into the air, him staring at them. Oh, the target. It is a taped aim board on a tree. That is resourceful and now he had to take action. The discs flew forwards, him concentrating on them with his eyes. The first one missed completely but the second hit the lower part of the tree. It was horrible and he rolled his eyes at himself. What a loser right?

Now the second batch. He sent them at the target and both missed. Now he felt like the biggest failure. Looking at them again, he tried to concentrate hard. But pair after pair were launched with minimal success. One actually hit the board, but unfortunately just not any parts of the board that matter. Sighing, he hoped that this lesson would get more exciting. Watching himself suck wasn't exactly riviting. Shooting again, he finally hit. He smiled at himself, and now felt confident. Might as well try to do it again.

[Noah Wilde]

The air was dry and crisp, cool wind blowing and the smell of snow in the near distance. Noah couldn't help but be outside. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of the passing fall and the oncoming winter, burnt wood mixed with spices and the smell of cold. She'd waited for this for far too long. This winter had been so mild it was disappointing, pathetic. She loved the winter, she loved the snow! She only prayed that soon the Vermont school would be blanketed with the white fluffy stuff that gave her such joy. She wasn't sure what it was about the s now, perhaps the pureness or the sense of quiet that came with it. Snow made everything quiet.

Noah crossed her arms tight across her frail body as she went out into the courtyard. It was quiet today except for one boy who was throwing discs with no success to hit a target on a tree. She watched from the benches, pulling out her favorite book to read while she... spied. She couldn't help but be a little nosey when it came to other people's powers. They were fascinating and her own power was so boring most of the time... when she wasn't around anyone anyway. The physical powers were so much more interesting, flashy, fun. Not that Noah was a flashy person, she was quite the opposite.. No Noah was more of a blend into her surroundings kind of girl, keeping to herself most of the time and so passive that it was painful. It was a rare day that she could talk to a stranger without her voice shaking like a dead leaf in the wind. But she did long to overcome that... to be.. flashy.

Noah smiled when she saw the boy finally hit it. She wanted to tell him good job but could feel the lump in her throat growing, swelling and preventing her vocal chords from making a peep. So she looked back at her book.

Noah looked back over at the boy. Damn it. Why couldn't she be brave? She sighed putting her book down and getting up. She was going to be brave damn it! She was going to be brave! "Good job!" She shouted over at him awkwardly. It was a bit too late after he hit to make it not awkward... Her voice did come out clear though, if not a bit too loud. It made her shrink back into the bench embarrassed pulling her bulky knitted red scarf around her tighter. Idiot. Don't be a hero.

[Rayne Lancaster]

He had hit. So he felt a bit better about himself. Hitting the target was good since his telekinesis wasn't the strongest people had seen. It was something he had had for like five years but he couldn't quite strengthen it completely yet. Using it too much gave him headaches, and that is only when moving a few things. But he had hit, so another disc hovered into the air to shoot again. That was until he heard the yell.

Spinning around, he looked and saw Noah sitting there. She had seen her around school a fair bit, and she had been watching. Support was always good, it made him feel better. He grinned at her and gave her a thumbs up. "Thanks darling". He was always a friendly person, but he didn't have to be psychic to see that she was feeling unconfident. Rayne is usually a very sociable person so it wasn't real common for people to be so twitchy towards him. So launching the disc at the target, he hit it right on the spot. He felt good about it, but he was kind of concerned for Noah. So waving a hand, the target unfolded onto the ground.

He wandered on over, his hands in his pockets, a smile on his face. Like I said, he is a nice person. He hoped it wouldn't be awkward but he is friendly, and she isn't like a snooty person. So why not let out a gesture of kindness. Some casual conversation. Hopefully not having it hit him back in the face. "Hey Noah, what's up?".