What's that smell? (P.J.)

[Min Hee Wang]

Min hee was thrilled, to say the least, that she was gaining more students at a steady pace. She had been worried for a short time that she had begun to late in the year to have any given over to her, but she was more than willing to show that she was capable of training a student to stability before graduation. No matter what it took she was not going to let her students or the school down in that aspect. Not if she could help it.

Today Min sat within the training room, waiting for her student to arrive, Phillip Thompson if she recalled correctly. Ability to manipulate pheromones, an interesting ability to say the least, though somewhat uncomfortable for most to experience. Min Hee may have been included in that group, but luckily she was more or less immune to such things due to her own ability. It would be refreshing to get to use her own ability to prevent the effects from bothering her too much though she planned to use it as little as possible. It did no good to train the student if she could not feel the effects she had to work to train them to control.

Min's plan was rather simple for this one, so far anyway, it would be understood after their first session which route she would need to take. Some students were more difficult than others to work into a routine. Within the room sat two cushions, nothing more, nothing less. It was all they would need for this session. Min leaned against the far wall, her heels clanking lightly against the floor with each tap. Her suit skirt hugged at her thighs falling to the space just at her knees.

Min pulled at the women's suit jacket she wore over that white button up. Smoothing the fabric out as she waited for the student to arrive. Expecting him on time or so she hoped anyway.

[Philip Thompson]

Luckily for Min, PJ was on time, though he was scowling. His cousin Riley had convinced him to wear his contacts for the entire week - well, bribed him to do so. He needed the money, but Riley wanted him to be able to see much better and that he'd actually enjoy being able to see better. They were uncomfortable, itchy, and he felt weak wearing them. The one thing that he hated was assistance with almost anything - any form of it made him feel stupid, and for someone like him, he needed to feel important in order to succeed. And by important, he mainly meant intelligent - there were only a few people who he mattered to, though he was fine with that.

His last trainer had left, from what he'd heard. Did PJ care? No, not really. The bloke was as annoying as annoying got to the teenager, and he loathed going to training sessions for more than one reason - the main reason being getting help. He didn't like to be told he was an idiot, as one trainer had told him in a heated debate (spurred slightly by the devious teen), which had done nothing but egg him on. Maybe if this trainer was annoying, he could make her annoyed if she was already a bit annoyed - and maybe she'd be able to stop working with him. It was always a plan that he had, and it had worked several times. A smirk crossed his face as he neared the room, though the trainer's name was still foreign to him. He didn't think he'd seen her anywhere in the halls.

He opened the door, blinked, and closed the door after him.

[Min Hee Wang]

Hearing the door open Min pushed off the wall, her heels tapping upon the floor as she walked toward it, giving the student that passed through the door a visual assessment. Though there was nothing truly she could gain from such she wondered somewhat about what the student's personality was like.

She gave him a gentle smile offering her hand over as soon as the door clicked shut behind him, "Good day Mister Thompson, It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Min-Hee Wang. I have will be your replacement trainer from here until you graduate." she assured him.

Min he didn't seem to care whether or not it was odd for her to give her full name to a student. Why would she feel that an odd thing? Her students were important to her and important people deserved to know those that they were going to be working with. She felt it would only better the bond between student and trainer that she wished to develop.

[Philip Thompson]

PJ studied his new trainer.

She didn't seem very different to him from a previous trainer, who he'd managed to squirm away from within mere hours. He was sneaky about getting away from trainers - sneaky and effective. He dusted some snow off of his shirt before it'd melt- a wet shirt was one of his least favorite things. It was uncomfortable, and there was usually nothing that he could do about it. As she spoke, he raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Thompson is my father," he commented, crossing his arms. "I'm PJ or Phil. Or Philip, maybe Thompson. Not Mister."

Until he graduated? He was skeptical about that, but he wouldn't say a thing. She'd likely give up on him, or he'd just try to make her give up. Either way, the manipulative teenager would likely try to make her quit with him if he didn't like her, though something told him that this person would be harder to manipulate than most. "Should I call you Ma'am? Or Miss Wang?" he inquired politely. Most trainers didn't want to be called by their first names.

[Min Hee Wang]

A soft laugh escaped her lips to the students words, oh so he was a lively one, that was certainly a change. She did enjoy the challenge of some students with a little fire behind them, however, she still expected the same respect out of them as she did those who were much more timid.

"Well, If you insist then, PJ. " she stated with a smile. Seeming rather amused though what really caused that amusement was left for the boy to figure out on his own. If he'd assumed she would be harder to get rid of, he would have been right, Min was the sort that never gave up until there were no other options. Or she simply forgot which was more likely to happen than a her being manipulated away. "You can call me Min, Min Hee, whichever you feel more comfortable with. Miss Wang was my mother after all." she stated with a grin.

[Philip Thompson]

She was laughing. He certainly didn't expect her to be amused at his snarky remark; he thought that Min would have been taken aback and scolded him like others would have done. She certainly was different than any other trainer, and he probably was going to have her until he graduated, which would hopefully be in a few months. He was a senior in high school, and wanted nothing more to go to a good college where he could study economics and become a successful businessperson. Either that or the Air Force Academy, like his father - the only difference was that his father graduated from West Point. His mother would have been proud either way he went if she was still alive.

He gave a respectful nod. "Okay then... Min Hee." It felt odd to be calling a teacher by their first name, but he'd get used to it. Some teachers would have yelled it him for it, like one of his elementary school ones, but this was Hammel. Things were different here, and after being here for 6 years, he should've been a bit more used to it. Everything was stranger, from the students to the teachers, though the subjects of study were mostly the same, though there was one extra class that students at Hammel took that wasn't taken by normal humans - that being controlling their powers.

[Min Hee Wang]

Min he smiled toward the student, seeming a little thrilled by the fact that she would have one that was more feisty, though she began to wonder if it would effect the student's concentration for him to be so snarky. She doubted it but she wouldn't give up regardless.

"Wonderful ! Now that introductions are made we can begin your lesson. Come over here and take a seat on one of the pillows. " she stated moving over to where the two pillows at. "I'll explain the exercise once you're comfortable. " she stated motioning toward the cushions nearby. her heals lightly clicking on the floor as she walked.

[Philip Thompson]

Philip said nothing as he eyed the pillows. They looked ordinary, and he'd wondered why they were using something like pillows. He was used to sitting on the ground, which he really didn't mind doing. It was completely fine with him, and he didn't really see the point in pillows other than comfort. He was a practical guy, and pillows were just something extra that really weren't necessary. The Thompsons weren't rich, and nothing other than the bare essentials were bought.

"I'm comfortable," he said once he'd been seated on a pillow.

[Min Hee Wang]

"You would not be if you were to fall unconscious. It is quite a long drop from where you stand to the floor. So please, do sit, I advise it." Min stated with a smile. Though her tone was laced with authority that suggested it was more of a command than it was a suggestion of advice. She shifted to sit upon one of the pillows herself, knees pressing to it as she sat upon her own calves, giving the student an expecting look.

"sit however you find comfortable, so long as you sit, phillip."