Balancing Act (Dylan)

[Appoline Meian]

While Hammel didn't have an official gymnastics team like Eisai had, that didn't stop Appoline from practicing it. She loved the sport, even without the competition portion of it, and had been actively a part of it since she was very young. It was one of the few places she could really just be, without worrying about how others perceived her. She was good at this, and her powers even helped her (much to her irritation).

Dressed simply in her old gym clothes, one could almost assume that the elder Meian child was not shy about her body. This was not the case, however given that this had been a school uniform for a number of years, the idea that it may be considered revealing or inappropriate didn't really click in her mind. The buruma simply fit better and bunched less than her new gym shorts, so she preferred them when doing gymnastics.

Right now, she'd dragged a balancing beam out of storage and was practicing an old routine. She'd put it back before she left, but for right now she just really wanted to be active like old times. So, hair pulled back into a high and tight ponytail (for once), the diminutive girl performed the techniques over and over - splits, handstands, flips, even slow motion arching.

She was good. If she hadn't manifested as a meta, she may have been able to compete. But no - she liked it just like this - the quiet, the emptiness. No pressure.

[Dylan White]

Dylan loved to work out; his body and his powers. It was fun weight lifting with his mind. It would be nice to learn how to lift heavier things. Maybe one day he could lift a huge truck or something. Now, that would be awesome. Dressed in simple basketball shorts and a beater, he made his way to the gym. Which was a good choice on his part because as soon as he walked in, he saw an Asian girl practicing on a beam with panties on. Holy shit. What a show. He definitely wouldn't be able to concentrate on himself when this girl was practically flaunting her ass cheeks.

Crossing his arms, he whistled audibly enough for the girl to hear.. "Wow," he called to her "You're moving artwork, girl…"

[Appoline Meian]

The whistle was so out of the blue and startling that she nearly fell off the beam, barely catching herself in a crouch on the leather-wrapped hard foam. Her face whipped towards the intruder, her surprise evident as she tried to relax her muscles - stupid powers that had saved her from a trip to the floor were keeping her latched on like some kind of cat on the back of a couch.

Though it sounded like a compliment, Appoline wasn't sure she liked the tone. It wasn't something she heard very often, and she wasn't quite sure why it made her feel uncomfortable, but it did. "Um... th-thank you," she answered, her voice quiet as she finally unwound enough to sit on the beam facing him. "Are... you looking f-for something?"

[Dylan White]

He chuckled a bit at her attempt to keep herself from falling. He wasn't intending on scaring her, but he did whistle kind of loud. Subtle, Dylan. Sometimes he just couldn't help himself. "Don't thank me. I didn't have anything to do with it." Dylan walked over to her and leaned against the beam. "Well, I was looking to work out my guns!" he flexed his arm muscles jokingly. He wasn't the strongest guy at this school and he knew that, but that didn't mean he couldn't have any fun with the subject. And it wasn't like he didn't have anything to show. He had muscles and loved showing them off. "But now that you're here, finding out your name is all I care about right now."

[Appoline Meian]

Guns? Oh - slang pieced together with the physical display, and it sounded like he wanted to work in the weight room. Or maybe with the climbing ropes, even though they were tied up away from where students as short as her couldn't reach. "W-well," she started, tucking a few loose strands of free-floating black and white behind her ear. "The weight room is..."

But then he finished the sentence, and the older girl blushed. Oh. Well then. "Um... it... it's Appoline," she stammered, nibbling on her bottom lip and shifting shyly. "W-what's yours? Um... your n-name, I mean."

Wow, she really wasn't good at this. Then again, he'd startled her, and the artist had never really had good people-skills in the first place. All she knew how to be was polite - not really fun or conversational. Nope, that was Cassi, and her little sister wasn't here to divert the attention right now. Just had to deal with it, she guessed.

[Dylan White]

"Appoline," he repeated. "That's a nice name." As he watched her stumble over her own words, he knew he should probably tone it down. Obviously this girl wasn't used to this kind of flamboyant attention. She seemed like one of those introverted types. Dylan never understood any of those people and how they felt comfortable being alone. In his opinion, being alone was terrible. In fact, he hated it. He constantly needed to find something to do before he went mad with boredom.

"I'm Dylan," he answered with a smile. "You're really into gymnastics, aren't you? That's pretty impressive. Have you been doing it since you were a kid or something?" Dylan wished he could do cool moves like that. Combine that with his telekinesis, he would literally be unstoppable. As he waited for her to answer, he couldn't help but imagine himself fighting evil ninjas or something; like a comic book.