Go. Faster {open}

[Max Rose]

"Look, it's simple. You just run along behind me and zap a little. Nothing major, nothing to hurt or anything. Just encouragement. The whole 'better move faster or I'm gonna fry your ass' type thing. Waitasecond, I'm not crazy! Dammit," Max spat out the last, kicking the dirt below her. She needed to exercise, bad. Mostly because she was supposed to be heading up a superhero group, and she knew that superheros always looked totally kickass and sexy in their supersuits. While Max was pretty sure she did the latter well, it was the former that she was worried about.

Mostly because Max wanted to kick ass.

Small problem though: she wasn't exactly what you'd call "disciplined." More like "likely to be disciplined." The sane person in her position would have likely contacted the school, maybe tried to talk to a gym teacher or something. You know, go through channels and stuff. But, unfortunately, this was Max, and Max's idea apparently consisted of having people zap her ass to encourage her.

"I'll except a whip!" yelled Max to no one in particular, waving her hands. Sighing, she slapped her legs a few times. Maybe she should have just arranged for standard meetings. Except that would look too suspicious. Some friends then? But who did Max trust enough to see her all gross and stuff? Because most of Max's friends fell into the "wanna have benefits with" category.

"C'mon, who doesn't want to shock this ass?" demanded Max, pointing to said bit of anatomy. "Don't make me make you!"

Mostly because she hadn't figured out how that would work, exactly.

[Charlie Becketh]

There was a small amount of people on the field today, and most of them were crowded around a fiery red head, looking for someone to kick her ass. Or was it zap? Charlie wasn't sure, but she approached the small crowd as the girl proceeded to slap her own butt, daring someone to take on the challenge of being the 'motivator'. The brunette was smirking to herself as the redhead continued with her antics.

No one was stepping up.

"I'll do it," Charlie said, her arms crossed in front of her as she accepted the offer. If someone was willing to let her physical harm them, that spelled out all kinds of fun. First of all, they wanted to be mildly hurt. Second of all, she loved training, and if anyone was disciplined, it was Charlie. She wasn't sure if this was a great idea, but it was something to do. The crowd seemed to linger around the two girls as Charlie stepped forward, a sinister smile on her face. Prepare to meet your maker.

"Is a tazer provided then?" She asked in a relaxed tone, tying up her hair as she waited for a response. They were getting down to business and people were getting bored with watching, albeit for a couple of guys who seemed very interested in watching two girls run around, one being shocked by the other. Some people were really into that kinky stuff. Charlie raised her eyebrows at them, before making a 'shooing' motion. "Go on then, you missed your chance, away with you." She said, and the look in her dark eyes said she meant business. They didn't linger for long.

"Charlie," she said, approaching the girl with the obscene offer, "who's ass am I kicking today?" A smug grin danced across her broad pink lips. Today was going to be fun.

[Max Rose]

Max felt like doing the "it's my luck-ah day" dance when the hottie came forward. Even better: the hottie seemed to be tough, shooing away competitors and looking forward to a little one on one time with the Maxster. Already the redhead was grinning and picturing things that simply weren't PG, and barely within the realms of PG-13. The type of things you simply wouldn't write about in a Proboards RP forum, for example.

"Maxima Serena Lupe Rose," she said, saluting jauntily, "which stands for super-awesome, super-hot, feral pointed flower in your tongue."

It was scary how accurate that translation actually was, in the literal sense.

"Nope, no tasers," said Max, stretching, "I'm not allowed one after the whole gas incident. I swear, one little explosion and they get all worked up. Nope, you'll have to use your power or something. Or you could just slap my ass every once in a while; I sure as hell ain't gonna complain."

And a suggestive wink, just in case it wasn't clear enough. Max was already completing her stretches, figuring she was well on her way to a successful run. Most likely her third or so too, since running when someone wasn't chasing her wasn't exactly high on her priority list.

[Rayne Lancaster]

He wasn't exactly sure what was going on. A chick fight? Some kind of really dramatic enactment or maybe even PMS on parade. What he did know was that Max Rose was in another one of her exhilirating moods that he had seen before. Approaching with his hands in his pockets, he couldn't help but smile confoundedly at the girl. If they wrre fighting, a little reminder that A. this was school and B. chick fights are never sexy, so her pondered. It wasn't like that could turn on him, Max was sweet at heart and whoever this other chick was, she didn't look like the kind to just lay down punches. Rayne slipped his arms around his chest, crossing them as he saw Max stretch.

"Max, what are you doing?". He still remembered when he first met her in Math. Well, back then he was the nervous new guy who didn't know meta from alien. She didn't seem so bad, so we would clarify a friendship but they weren't exactly not aquatences. "Are youse really going to fight because - dude - I have done capeira for years so it better be impressive. No hair pulling stuff yeah". He grinned at them and then took a seat on the ground, looking up at them. Though if the fight wasn't impressive, it would still be much more entertaining if he wasn't gay.

OOC: I hope you don't mind me working Rayne into being a 'friend' of Max's

[Charlie Becketh]

Charlie’s face was stoic as the redhead explained her name, and the brunette nodded as though in interest, before saying, “Maxima Serena Lupe Rose, a name which is too long to remember and that I could care less about the meaning of.” To lessen the blow, she added, “Max will do just fine.” If anyone had a sharp tongue, it was Charlie.

She couldn’t help but smile once the fiery girl started talking again though. Who landed themselves in gas accidents? Charlie raised an eyebrow as the girl started hitting on her while she looked around the ground for a stick or something to poke Max with. She had no desire to slap her ass, not even lightly. Charlie wouldn’t be able to feel it anyways, so she couldn’t be sure how hard she would be hitting Max. “I think this will do,” she said as she held her desired weapon. Her power would be completely useless in this kind of ‘training’.

When a boy approached, completely ignoring her, Charlie pointed said stick at him too. “What a coincidence, so have I,” she said in reference to the dance style type of fighting. “Now unless you want to run with Ms. Rose, go away.” She said bluntly. But instead, the boy just took a seat, as though expecting a show. Charlie jabbed Max in the back a little hard, “Are we doing this or what? Or should we wait for the rest of your entourage?”

(OOC: It's all good!)