Drinks for Two

[Terrowin Guthrie]

It was 5 AM in the morning, and the training rooms were nearly empty. A few determined students were busy at work, either running, working out, or practicing their powers, but things were rather quiet. Terrowin had claimed the smallest room to himself, a section of floor empty aside from a very sad looking dummy and a dented punching mat. Sweat dripped off the man's face as he scrutinized the dummy, fists up in front of his face and his body crouched in a low bow stance. With a shout, he leaped up faster than humanly possible and lashed out at the torso of the dummy, causing it to rock sideways before slowly popping back up again. He repeated the movement a few more times, before whirling around and moving into a series of complicated stances, punches, and kicks. His limbs were a whirlwind of motion, impossible to see until he paused for a split second in between movements. A soft whishing sound accompanied the blurs, and he occasionally lashed out at the punching mat, which produced a dull THUD with each hit.

Eventually, he slowed down and came to a halt, panting heavily. The dummy was torn in a couple places, but he deemed it still usable and placed it back in the corner, along with the mat. He wiped the swear off of his brow with the back of his sleeve, then took of his sweat-soaked shirt in an attempt to cool off. His blonde hair was plastered to the top of his head, but a wide grin accompanied his panting. It had been a good session of kung fu, and he was looking forward to taking a long shower.

[Yulia Sokolov]

Lia searched through her room, trying to find the folders that she was looking for. They seemed to be nowhere to be found. She could have sworn that she had put them in her bag, but maybe she didn’t? They were not of a sensitive variety, but simply progress notes that she kept on some training sessions. Names weren’t, no personal information was recorded, and they were written in Russian to boot. Lia could have redone them if she wanted but frankly she didn’t. She knew that they had to be somewhere, and she just simply had to remember where. Lia sat down on her bed and tried to think. She’d had them yesterday in the training room and then…

Oh! She left them in the desk drawer! She sighed and frowned, determined to go get them regardless. Well since she was she might as well go for a run. She changed into something suitable and pulled her hair back before running a few loops and then heading up to Hammel. It was surprising how many people were up given the early hour. Lia herself tended to sleep in, but last night she had gone to bed far too early for her own good. Lia slowed herself once she was in the halls and headed for the room that she had been using yesterday. It was her bad luck to find it already occupied.

She waited until things quieted down in there before knocking and opening the door. The man was straightening up a fallen dummy. “Hello, sorry to disturb you but I left some papers in the desk there. I just wanted to get them if you wouldn’t mind.” She was going to go over them again and try to do some planning. That was hard to do with powers training, at least in Lia’s opinion, but working out some strategies wouldn’t hurt.

[Terrowin Guthrie]

Terrowin started as the door creaked open. He had reserved the room for an hour that morning, and he hadn't thought that he had gone past his time. A moment later, though, he realized that it wasn't someone wanting to use the room, but rather that she had forgotten something. "It's no problem," he replied, throwing his t-shirt over his shoulder. He didn't recognize the woman, but she looked too old to be a student, and rather young to be a teacher. Still, she said she was getting papers, so she must be staff of some sort. "Oi don't think Oi've seen ye around before," he commented, turning around to place the mat more carefully on its shelf. He had been around a while, so it was strange that he didn't know her, if she was a teacher. An attractive one, too. He scratched at his spine, a sudden itch bothering him where the top of his tattoo met his shoulder blades. "Name's Terrowin. Well, Mr. Guthrie tae me students. Mind if Oi ask who ye are?" He was suddenly aware that he was still covered in perspiration, and grimaced. Not the best way to meet a new person, after a work out. The shower was sounding more appealing by the minute.