Nice Form Babe (Lacey)

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Larkein Blackhawk brought the fifty pound weight to his chest. He did this four more times on his arm before switching to his left. He did his left five times. His brown hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. His biceps burned with the curls he was doing. Twisting his neck, he popped it, and stood to stretch. The weight room had been empty on the early Saturday morning. He liked it best when he had it to himself.

Lark shook off the jitters that always came after some curls or what not. The basketball shorts fluttered around his knees. The sweat glistened on his upper half of his body. Being alone in the weight had it’s one definite perk, he could be shirtless without having all of the other guys stare at him like he was some kind of idol, or that’s how he liked to view it. A quivering hand, from the missing weight, passed through his wet hair, pushing it further down into his scalp. How could he be so awesome? A full body length mirror was propped against one of the back walls. While Lark admired his body, flexing the different muscles, a lilting music reached his ears.

The music reminded him of the classical type his nanny would listen to as she taught him his ABCs or his numbers. He cocked his head to listen a little closer. Was someone using the dancing studio? Curiosity got the better of him. Following his ears, he easily found the studio. Inside was a beautiful girl. Light blonde hair bounced and gleamed in the lights of the studio. She twisted and turned her body easily with the music.

As quiet as the feline he turned into, he slipped into the studio, unseen so far by the girl. “Nice form,” he said, stepping out from the door’s shadow.

[Lacey Boek]

Lacey had been dancing for over an hour now she liked to feel her body moving and flowing to the classical sound of Swan Lake her eyes where closed as she started to spin her leotard clung to her figure just like it was supposed to and her small ballet skirt twirled are with her she loved to dance it was her life even when she had nothing else.

She started to do a near perfect Pirouette wobbling ever so slightly she never was too good at spinning she found herself getting dizzy so she quickly moved into an Arabesque taking a deep breath she smiled still keeping her eyes closed that was how she liked to dance it kept her relaxed she then opened her eyes wide when she heard a noise she glanced up seeing a stranger she lost her balance feeling slightly disorientated from the spinning and her closed eyes '' O….Ah'' she gasped landing on the hard wooden floor she let out a hiss of pain as she started to rub at her hip and bum '' Ouch '' she uttered.

Standing up as gracefully as she could she moved her hair out of her face '' l have this place booked till 4 '' she said quietly blushing slightly as she looked at the boy before her she lightly bit her lip with a soft smile '' l don't think we have met before .. lm Lacey '' she said walking towards him holding out her hand to shake with his '' l hope you didn't see too much of my dancing '' she said giggling slightly '' So do you dance ? '' she asked wondering why he was in the dace studio '' Oh was the music too loud ...Sorry?'' she asked letting out a soft gasp as she moved to grab the sound systems remote from out of her leotard top her cheeks flushed brightly turning it down a little she had the habit of letting the music get to loud she just like to think that the music was wrapping around her somehow thinking that the way he was dressed was a dead give away from him working out in the gym.

She couldn't help but not look at him l mean it would be rude not to after all considering he was half naked .

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark watched, amused by her antics. She seemed to a spaz. It was one thing after another. He probably couldn't get a word, even if he wanted to. He stepped forward to help her back up, but she got up, rather clumsily. He did, however, shake her hand.

He laughed out loud as she continued to go from asking to if he danced to turning down the already quiet music.

"My name is Lark. No, I'm a shape-shifter. I have slightly more sensitive hearing than most. I don't dance. I was down the hall, but this kind of music reminds me of my childhood."


The girl had on a leotard, which hugged her body nicely. He stepped back, appreciating the view. "Can I have this dance Miss Lacey?" he asked, bowing and holding out his hand. He had some dance lessons growing up, but of course, he had rather stay in the gym, working on his body.

[Lacey Boek]

Lacey blushed she had to pull herself together and not be so much of a dork taking a deep breath she looked at him her cheeks felt like they where on fire and feeling his eyes on her didnt really help.

'' Liking the view ? '' she asked looking up at him before giggling slightly as she noticed him stepping back looking at her she then knelt down and started to undo her ballet shoes slipping them off she wriggled her bare red painted toenails she rised and bowed to him with a grin '' lt would be a pleasure'' .

Reaching up she lightly moved her hand into him her fingers lightly wrapping around his hand gently her other hand moving her lightly perch on the middle of his arm feeling his muscles she couldnt help but lightly bite her lip '' impressive '' she uttered looking up into his eyes '' So lead the way '' she whispered waiting for him to take the lead she had taken a few basic lessons but mainly ballet was her strenght she let out a soft giggle as a song with a strong salsa beat came onshe couldnt help but wriggle her hips slightly rising up onto the balls of her feet.

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark grinned at her comment. It wasn't everyday that a pretty girl...wait, yes it was. His ego took over, which quickly deflated when he realized that the minimal dance lessons he had wouldn't come in handy.

His eyes watched their feet, moving them in a simple one-two-three-four movement. "I'm not...good at this," he said, sticking his tongue out from between his teeth in order to concentrate.

He had a hand wrapped around her waist. The other held her hand in the air. Okay, so he had the hand positions right, what else was there? Was there the box step? Was that one-two-three? Or one-two? After dancing for not even five minutes, he stepped back with a grin on his face. "Well, turns out I can't dance after all," Lark said, kicking at the end of a mat. His head hurt from trying to conquer up any of the old dancing stuff.

[Lacey Boek]

Lacey laughed slightly she wasnt laughing at him oh no she was laughing at how cute he looked she blushed slightly as she moved with him before stepping back biting her lip gently as she shook her head '' Oh no ...You can dance maybe the can-can would be better ?'' she said before bursting out into a fit of giggles .

Calming herself she took a deep breath wiping the tears from her face '' So you said you was shape shifter so does that mean you can turn into anything or just a certain one ? ''she asked tiliting her head to the side slightly as she moved to pick up her dance shoes turning the music off to.

'' Mine is emotions l can change them..'' she uttered assuming that he would step away from her, thinking that her powers would make him judge her alot of other people had thinking she was a monster and deep down she thought it too she moved to lightly rub at her bare arms a small shiver ran through her biting her lip gently she looked him in the eyes as if she was searching for something.

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark was glad his lack of dancing amused Lacey. He bowed deeply, pretending to trip backwards over his feet. "Well, as long as you wear a skirt while we do the can-can, I see no harm in trying," he said, winking at her. He caught himself and dropped down to sit on the ground.

"I can change into one animal," he said mysteriously. He didn't really feel like going into details. It was always messy and people tended to pussyfoot around him when they found out that his shape-shifting abilities could get out of hand. The beast had threatened to take over once or twice in the years that he had manifested it, but never had he actually gone as far as become the primal animal. Lark knew he would make sure that wasn't going to happen. There were too many people he cared about milling around Hammel.

The tiger-boy tilted his head. "Change...them...?" So she could make him like her, even if he didn't. She could make him feel outrage and pure fury, even if he couldn't. That was an interesting development of the meta power. "I've never actually heard about a power like that. How does it work?" he asked, tucking his feet under his legs.

[Lacey Boek]

Lacey burst into a fit of giggles as she watched him trip over her cheeks flushed as she calmed down '' W..well the only part of the can-can that l can do well is the splits '' she said quietly as she walked over to him and sat down .

Sitting down she pulled up her knees resting on her chin lightly on them as she wriggled her toes a little '' One animal thats cool .. Dont moult fur everywhere do you ?'' she asked with a small grin she could tell it was a sensative subject she let out a soft sigh moving her fingers slowly through her hair letting out fall mostly over the left side of her head.

Clearing her throat she nodded slowly '' Yes .. l can change them on make them more intense or less intense '' she said quietly looking into his eyes '' l works better if l touch the person and when l do use my power the subject tends to feel a warmth spreading through them .. thats how you know if l was using my powers on you '' she uttered biting her lip gently

'' Are you sure that you still want to be sat here with me ? '' she asked expecting him to be running out of the door as fast as his legs could carry him.

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark tilted his head. "Yes. I don't know why I would be running." Part of him wanted to shy away from her. He guessed it was the part of him that didn't want to be controlled by anyone, much less his emotions. His emotions were his private property, unfortunately, it seemed to be the only property that people didn't want to tread on.

He smiled at her. "I change into a beast. A black tiger. It's not a common color, but let me tell you something, the first time I changed, I had punched a boy. I had grown angry. I don't have control over the beast, and if he ever gets control, it's plain animalistic fury. It's not pretty. There have been only two incidences in my life of where he almost took over."

Lark stood, arching his back to pop the tension from his spine. "Everyone has problems with their powers. Either, they are worried about what other people will react towards them or their power going out of control. It's not fair for anyone to judge you on your power, it's not your fault you have the power you have. And as far as I know, you aren't using it to kill people." He kneeled down and brushed golden blonde hair out of her face.

[Lacey Boek]

Lacey looked at him taking it all that he had said to her she couldnt help but smile softly at him '' lm glad you arent running'' she whispered faintly to him she knew on some level they connected because of what is inside both of them.

'' Well pretty kitty .. maybe if l see you getting angry l can help you calm down so that the tiger doesnt come out to play ... besides lm sure the trainers will help you they are really good like that '' she said softly with a smile '' They will keep you safe ''

She blushed brightly when he knelt down infront of her licking her lips ever so softly as she watched him feeling him move her hair lightly she turned her head ever so slowly so that she could place a gentle kiss on the inside of his wrist '' l trust you Lark .. and l would never use my powers like that ... but l to have to keep my emotions under control so you arent alone '' she whispered her cheeks where fire red as she closed her eyes for a second.

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark jumped back as if shocked. He had not expected her to kiss his wrist. The moving of hair was just... to be sweet. What had he gotten himself into? Where was the cavalry when you need it? He stared at the beautiful woman, wondering where he had gone wrong. A flirting bout that went wrong.


Quickly, he straightened his legs and backed away from her. His heart went into overdrive, sweat poured down his scalp. "Uh... Don't...ever do that again," he hissed. He grabbed at the door, pushing it open behind him.


A gust of cool air greeted Lark. The proximity of her, the closeness, this was something he wanted, something he craved, but it wasn't... her. It was more that he hadn't been kissed since his freshman year and since then, he usually tried to keep himself distanced from anyone. He felt a connection with her, something that indicated that they were the same. Both had powers that could go out of control and people shied away from them without actually getting to know them.

The weight room was still empty. His shirt was set on a barbell. It was cool to his touch as he slipped it over his head. Shivers ran through his body, he knew the shock of what happened in the dance studio sent the tiger into turmoil. It wanted out and wanted out badly. There wasn't much rage, more of freedom. Lark didn't have to answer any questions. His back hunched over, his limbs changing with the shapes. His shirt and shorts ripped on his tiger's body didn't fit well in them.

Lark lashed his tail out, his blue-gray eyes watching the weight room door. Any minute, she was going to come crashing through, possibly crying.

[Lacey Boek]

Lacey stood totally shocked at his reaction '' W...what..hold on wait Lark !'' she called out seeing him run her heart pounded in her chest it was a light kiss on the wrist nothing more she started to feel a sick feeling in her stomach as her body trembled yet she couldnt move to go after him

She turned to look at herself in the mirrors she then realised why he left '' lm the monster '' she uttered grabbing her right ballet shoe that has wood inside so that she can stand up on her toes she threw it at the mirror letting out a scream when it shattered bits of glass flying around her as she rocked slowly back and forth trying not to sob

'' lm sorry lm sorry lm sorry '' was all she could uttered her face was damp with tears as she crawled over and started to pick up the shards of glass her hands still trembling but she didnt care she knew she should of stayed at home with Mike and kept on being home schooled away from people letting out a hiss of pain she looked at her hand seeing it was cut she scrambled to her feet running to her pile of clothes she slipped on her jeans and a big grey hoodie letting it hide her body as she pulled her hood up she walked to the weight room

'' l trusted you ! l let you in !'' she yelled not caring about anyone else at this point in time or even her bleeding hand she was hurt and confused she shook her head before she froze seeing him in tiger form '' Lark...''

[Larkein Blackhawk]

Lark's chest rumbled with tiger amusement. Why did this amuse him? Not the fact that she was bleeding or crying or yelling, the fact that she had came running after him. She was a chaser. There was no getting around that.

He blew out his nose. While Lacey just stared at him, he bent to pick up his shredded clothes. How was he going to explain this to her? He lifted his lips at her, and dipped his head deeply. There was no explaining while he was in tiger form. She would have to find him another time.

With a flick of Lark's tail, he padded around her and disappeared down the hallway.

[Lacey Boek]

Lacey stood at him listening to him rumbling slighty to himself she scoffed slightly '' Talking to yourself is the first sigh of going crazy ...'' she uttered her body was still trembling she was still angry and confused she knew that she could cripple him with pain if she wanted to.. but she wasnt like that she didnt want to hurt someone who was already hurting.

She simply shrugged her hand was really starting to hurt now she was worried that she might need stitches '' l ..l just dont get you ... You cant push people away forever '' she said watching him leave she started to feel the tears building inside her again but she pushed them away shaking her head knowing she was alone again.

Letting out a cry of pain she ran out of the weight room and back down the hall to her dance room she slammed the door shut locking it as she slumped down hugging her knees trying to ignore the burning sensation in her hand.