Running Away (Open)

[Dextra Phillips]

Why did she have to be here? What was the point of this school? It wasn't teaching her anything useful that she wouldn't learn at a normal school. She wasn't treated any differently. Even among freaks she was a freak, and weren't they always spouting about how they were all so accepting? Bull shit. Everyone at this school was just the same as they would be in regular ol' high school. There were your bitches, your jocks, your skanks, your goody goodies, and those people that thought they understood everyone. Some of them were different combinations of each, and over all Dextra would rather put up with the crap she got from the stupid normal people because at least she could scare them with her ability. Surrounded by these other freaks, she knew there were more dangerous abilities out there than hers.

Instead of putting up with her roommates in all their peppy obnoxiousness (seriously two blondes in one room?), she decided to go out running early in the morning. Even if there were other people out there at this time, she wasn't going to pay them any mind. She had her ipod clipped onto her tank top strap and she was already plugged in by the time she headed out of her dorm. She had been as quiet as possible when she got up and out. It was nice being able to dodge all of her roommates without anyone waking up. Even if they had, she'd have slipped out before they were able to try talking to her.

Dex got to the track and instead of hitting the pavement first, she headed over to the grass to stretch. Funny how everyone gave her shit for being such a gothic freak and yet she could probably out-run anyone of those track jocks. Weren't stereotypical goths supposed to hate physical activity? Bitches didn't know what they were talking about. She turned up the volume on her ipod as much as she could before she blew out her ear drum and began her stretching routine. It was important to be thoroughly stretched, especially with humidity and such being higher. It wasn't like out West where they had the dry heat in the Summer and all throughout their seasons. After she finished stretching she headed over to the track and took a deep breath before setting her pace at a steady jog. Warming up for the long distance she was used to. Honestly, it was like preparing for running away from her past.

[Carter Chevalier]

Honestly, it was like Carter's mind drew him towards where attractive people liked to be. He kept up with routine training because, well, he had to. He wasn't exactly everyone's favourite person at the school, and it was always better to be able to put up a fight or a decent run if he needed to. Power backed with power. And with Dom awol as of late, it seemed like that was more difficult to keep up with. Without a fencing partner, what was he supposed to do? It was back to basics.

As luck would have it, someone else was up this early and already on the field. He watched her as he stretched out his muscles, taking his time to ensure no injury would come to him. She'd still be there when he was ready. He didn't jump onto the track until she passed him, and he started to push so that there'd be minimal distance between them.

Hey, it was like a real life chase. And he was up for it.

[Dextra Phillips]

When Dex made her first lap around, she glanced over to find a blonde stretching as well. Either it was a guy or some really manly looking chick. She didn't pay enough attention to care much either way. Picking up the pace a bit, she kept her breathing even and the music blasted in her ears. There was just something comforting about listening to screamo when blowing off steam while running. Between running and hitting a punching bag, she was set when it came to keeping up a nice body.

Little Miss Perfect had her cheerleading and whoring around to keep her in shape. The thought caused Dex to roll her eyes and she ran a little faster. The incentive to ditch her thoughts kept her pace pretty high and steady. That and her ability was reaching out around her like hands, brushing everything it could. A human included. She glanced over her shoulder and got the blonde boy running after her, seeming to try to keep up. It was sort of comical seeing someone so determined to catch her.

She'd be caught if she wanted to be caught, otherwise people were in for disappointment. Dextra didn't feel the need to slow down and try to make small talk. She was no good at small talk anyway and she sure as hell wasn't in the mood for some guy hitting on her. If he wanted someone easy, he could look up her sister. She gave it up without question.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter caught her quick glance over her shoulder, but there wasn't enough time to make anything of it. His eyes were fully focused forward - not on her at all. But as she turned and kept her focus, it was clear from her demeanour that she had no intention of slowing down. She seemed the type to make the rules.

Well that was all well and good that she didn't want to be caught, but Carter had a great advantage; his gender. As a man, and a fit one at that, he had the natural advantage on her. Both could be in prime fitness and the rules of men versus women were going to rule in his favour. And in the moment it took for her to look back, she had to have lost her stride. After all, it's no easy feat to run forward and look backwards. So it was all well and good that she felt she had the power.

Sufficed to say, she was wrong. And he was gaining on her.

[Dextra Phillips]

Dextra kept with her pace, unaware and uncaring of the boy catching up to her. If he got close, she'd let him blow past her and put some distance between them before picking up speed again. She really wasn't bothered by his presence seeing as how he wasn't tripping over himself to try and hit on her like a few guys had in the past. Some of them thought they could make the goth girl weak at the knees, they had yet to succeed.

Her ability continued brushing along the track as she ran and she tossed rocks in the process. It still caused a killer migraine after her most recent ability meltdown, even the smallest little activity, but her power was still restless. It was annoying sometimes because no matter how much she tired herself out, her ability was still running wild. With a power like this, she thought she'd never need children.

[Carter Chevalier]

The more distance he made up, the more he could see of her. And with that, he could start to focus on what was going on around her. His eyes took the time to focus, and realised quickly that it actually looked like she was using a power to start throwing rocks at him, which forced a small chuckle out of his mouth at the irony of it all. However, it never occurred to him that it was a power fluctuation.

Finally he managed to catch her and he settled in to her side, though the force of whatever was flicking rocks was also forcing the boy to keep his distance. That was fine. She was still in earshot. "Throwing rocks?" He asked sarcastically, keeping his eyes forward, "That's no way to treat anyone."

[Dextra Phillips]

As likely as it was that she would throw rocks at someone, she would have to exert more effort in trying to hit them because that took actual control and it would probably cause her to be sick. So instead she was just letting her ability do whatever the hell it wanted to keep it busy which in turn meant tossing rocks around and touching everything. Including the boy that kept getting closer.

He caught up to her and decided he was going to run in pace with her. She was glad that her ability pushed people away, like her own personal force field. Unfortunately she couldn't send him back farther, otherwise she would have and it would take her a moment before she could slow her pace and not trip. So for now she was stuck beside him. Giving him a sideways glance she picked up on the fact that he was pretty attractive, all angles and smizing eyes.

Dex looked away, "Oh well. You're too close and my ability prefers people at a two mile radius. If you want to get closer you have to worry about getting rocks thrown at you." She felt the need to push everyone away because it wasn't like anyone really took an interest in her. If anything he knew her sister and wanted to get to Izzy, in which case she had no desire to help him with that.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter didn't need to look at her to know what she looked like. Or specifically, to know she was attractive. Attraction was much more than just based on face value for the French senior; her attitude was much more astounding than anything else. She ran with purpose.

And evidently, she spoke with it as well.

"Too close? I'd prefer to think of your ability as a second-nature force; throwing rocks at me because I'm able to catch you." Carter replied, speaking amidst slow, even breaths. It was important not to lose his focus or he had no chance at being impressive. "I'm not worried about the rocks. It's all under control." And if she had the time, she'd quickly notice they fizzled out and hit the track before coming close to his form.

[Dextra Phillips]

Dex must have been losing her snarkiness or something because it wasn't working now. Usually her cold attitude repelled people and she liked it that way, so why it wasn't working now she had no idea. It really was kind of frustrating having to keep up a conversation with someone that she had no desire to talk to.

But yet here she was doing it anyway instead of just keeping her mouth shut.

"You can think of my ability anyway you want, but I'm fairly sure I know why it's doing what it's doing better than you do." And even if she was lying about what is was doing, he wasn't exactly right either. Dextra rolled her eyes because she had noticed the rocks fizzle out, but her ability wasn't directing them at him, he was in its way. And by what she knew of the fellow telekinetics, she knew he wasn't like her. He must have rock manipulation or something lame like that.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter loved the snarky types. The types who used it to keep people at bay. It wasn't a state of mind, just a personality front usually. But something about this girl made it feel like something more. Somehow she was just a genuine bitch, maybe. He'd need a little more substance to make sure though. After all, she could just be a regular girl trying to enjoy a run that he was subsequently ruining with all his insentient talking.

Who knew?

"Care to enlighten me?" He asked in a breath, "I love to learn."

[Dextra Phillips]

He could inquire as much as he wanted as to why she was snarky. She liked to think it was a force of habit. Being a bitch was second nature to her and if anyone had a problem with it, she would gladly tell them to fuck off because she could care less. It was part of the reason she didn't have many friends. It was also why she had no hook-ups or relationships. Over all, she didn't have anyone because she definitely didn't want to put up with anyone.

Which was what irked her the most about this. He couldn't get the picture.

"I'm sure you do, but sorry, I'm not interested in explaining," Or interested in him. Yes, she could clearly see that he was attractive, but his type went better with her sister. The arrogant type that knew just how attractive they were. It made Dex sick (though she secretly found it that much more appealing). Not him though, nope, she wanted nothing to do with him. So she pushed herself a little harder and could feel her ability brushing along the fences that blocked off the bleacher area.

[Carter Chevalier]

The picture? Oh, but he grasped it perfectly. In both hands. And then he tore it up, because he's a Chevalier.

"I offer the floor and she casts it aside. How obvious." Carter replied nonchalantly. He kind of expected more from her than just a cold handed no. There was nothing remotely painful about a straight no. Not to him, anyway. Perhaps she hadn't figured that part out yet. The traction the dirt gave him kept him stable in the race. She could try her best to physically force him away if she wanted; he was the world at his disposal.

To ground, and to shield. And he was acutely aware that he might need both. "Are you ever interested in explaining? Because I'd venture to guess no one's honestly asked before. So you assume no one ever will." He pointed out, equally nonchalantly. It was the kind of thing that made people want to either punch him in the face, or just kiss him. Or both.

Sometimes he liked both.

[Dextra Phillips]

Dextra kindly ignored his comment and decided against making snide remarks, at least for now. He could try and get a rise out of her, but she was determined to keep a level head. The mood swings just ended up with her in pain and physically drained. She was just going to let all of the comments slide off her shoulders and take a deep, calming breath. Running was supposed to be calming and keep her from spazzing out as often as she did.

He was probably lucky she was working so hard at not getting angry because when she did, everything started flying. And it wasn’t as though he could control everything. “Oh ho ho, someone’s an all-knowing people person. Congratulations you’ve figured it out. I am not interested in explaining anything, let’s leave it at that, shall we?” She rolled her eyes still trying to keep a calm exterior though she was starting to fume on the inside.

At this rate she’d have to run again tomorrow just to relax from the events of today. Dex really couldn’t tolerate people very well. She should probably work on that.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter wasn't surprised she ignored his comment. Most people usually did when they didn't have anything decent to quip back with. Perhaps she wasn't all she was cracked up to be.

After four years at Hammel, his control over his abilities were profound. And the things he'd seen in others meant he had little room to be surprised. Thankfully he constantly trained his reflexes. In short, he wasn't worried about any surge. There might have been something about his ill-caring tone that irked her. But that was hardly his fault. "I thought as much. And I'm proud you could lower your pride long enough to admit I'm right." He replied.

"You know, categorising everyone into a singular group makes you privy to that group. Ergo, if everyone is so cold and uncaring, so are you." He mused aloud, finding total humour in her attempt to take shots, "What does that mean for the genuine lambs who just want to be there for you."

[Dextra Phillips]

Dextra was not used to dealing with such high and mighty types. Maybe it was due to her lack of socializing that she wasn't used to a lot of different people, either way she wasn't enjoying her attempt at socializing. Here she thought she was unapproachable at all times. At least that was what people made it seem like. Yet here he was unafraid to approach her. If it wasn't for his attitude, she might have respected him for it. Then again, she knew her attitude wasn't much better.

"Never said I wasn't cold and uncaring. And I'm sorry that it's so painfully easy to categorize people when everyone fits into some group." Granted even she knew that it wasn't as black and white cut as that because she didn't fit into one particular group. Still, she wasn't about to admit that to him.

"Ha. Right. Well sorry but there aren't any of those 'genuine lambs' that I've met who want to be there for me. So I apologize for not caring about them," She said with a shrug. Then again, Dex was oblivious to a lot of things and if anyone tried showing that they cared about her in any way, she pushed them away as hard and as fast as possible because she couldn't trust anyone.