Malcontent (Open)

[Jane Vance]

The soccer ball scudded along the grass, rolling to a miserable halt a mere few metres beyond the point from which it had been kicked.

Scowling and rubbing at her back, Jane sat up, giving the ball a venomous look and, with a huff, hugging her knees to her chest. She was reminiscent of some kind of spider as she sat there, all long spindly limbs.

This should have been so much cooler than it was. In theory being able to grow to be like, seven feet tall and having a huge tongue was awesome. In practice Jane couldn't get everything to work how she wanted it to. Every so often she'd by fluke pull something crazy off, like great springing jumps or scaling a wall, and then the rest of the time she was just an awkward gangly mess that couldn't even kick a ball without falling flat on her butt. 

The sentiment could also be applied to the school itself. Jane had thought coming to some kind of superpower academy would be awesome, straight up something out of the comic books, with code names and colorful costumes and that. (Hers would be orange and yellow). When she'd arrived at Hammel though, it all just seemed to be about stopping herself from snaking out. While it was true that Jane couldn't really control her changes very well, she was way more interested in figuring out what she could do with her altered form than actively learning to inhibit the transformation. 

Really, Jane didn't know what she wanted, out of either herself or the school. It wasn't even really like the whole lankyscales thing made her much stranger than she was before; if people were willing to put up with her in the first place then that spoke volumes.

Jane's stomach grumbled. Great... hungry again... and she really didn't want to have the mouse conversation again.

[Dr. Isabela Monroe]

Doctor Isabela Monroe did her best to be available when she wasn't in class. She liked to keep herself out in the open rather than staying cooped up at a desk for all of her free time. Time was, in reality, never free; there was always something new calling her attention. Curriculum to re-tweak, ridiculous games of after school dodgeball to referee - and on some occasions, police.

It was never a dull moment, really. Today she found herself amidst the training fields, completely clad in black and white as she absolutely always would be. Five inch heels should have made the grass a little difficult to trek around in, but she managed. A perfect walk with perfect balance - what else could really be expected?

Because there was a girl, sitting on her own with a disgruntled look on her face and a nearby soccer ball. The least the P.E teacher could do was try to help her.

"What seems to be the problem?" Izzy asked, her dark eyes at their usual brightest as she glanced to the situation at hand.

[Jane Vance]

Jane's eyes flickered upward as a voice drew her out of her ruminations. All set to say hello, her tongue faltered between her teeth as she realised that it wasn't another student that had come across her, but an instructor.

Well, Jane assumed so anyway. Non staff generally didn't just go for a wander around Hammel grounds. Especially in heels. Man! Jane didn't get heels. They weren't really practical for her anyhow, but even before she'd started changing physically, she hadn't understood them as footwear. They hurt! They were awkward! People seemed to just wind up complaining about having sore feet, which seemed to be besides the point of shoes. If not comfortable, why bother?

Jane picked herself up off the ground. Motions that were akin to the unfolding of a very complicated piece of furniture. One would practically need a guide to navigate the straightening and movements of those gangly limbs as Jane stood to her considerable full height.

"I misssed my kick," Jane announced, after a pause, then winced. Dammit. She sounded dumb when her tongue made her trip over the sibilants. "Ssorry. I um. I'm bad at the... I can't talk right ssometimes."

Jane fidgeted awkwardly. She hadn't had a chance to interact with any teachers on a one-to-one basis before, and she felt like she couldn't be giving off a very good first impression.

[Dr. Isabela Monroe]

As she untangled herself from the ground, Izzy watched her take her full height. Even in her heels, the student still towered over her. From an outsider's perspective, it must have looked a little ridiculous.

"That's quite alright." Isabela replied, unaffected by the elongated sounds this student's tongue forced upon her words.

With a hand, she gestured towards the ball on the ground. "So you missed your kick." The P.E teachers started, glancing down at it in order to draw the conversation back to the proverbial point. The last thing she wanted to do was upset anyone by dwelling on their personal issues. "Does your height give you some kind of co-ordination difficulty?"

[Jane Vance]

Jane resisted the sudden urge to stoop. She'd had to get very used to the tops of people's head lately - that or them craning their neck upwards to look at her. It didn't really matter that she wasn't always lankyscales, because being regular height left no real adaptations to speak of or worry about, save the temperature.

It was way colder up here than in Reno. It made her sluggish, tired, hungrier. Maybe crankier too, though Jane wasn't really sure if that was just down to being away from being home. It would be easier if the anticipated coolness would actually start happening already.

Cause like, come on, a snake superhero. That had awesome written everywhere.

The instructor was talking about the ball though, and Jane listened.

"Ssort've," Jane said, after a second, tilting one hand from side-to-side. "It'ss alsso that it y'know, it feelss different? Like all the musscless are wired up sstrange. Like... I can jump way higher than normal when I'm like thiss, for insstancce."

[Dr. Isabela Monroe]

In her time as an instructor, Isabela had come across many abnormal abilities. Kocher brought the best in her year across the border; several connections she found difficult to leave, but it was always for the best.

Because there were moments like these with students she didn't know. Circumstances aligned and she thought to do her best to at least try to assist, even if it would inevitably end in a lack of understanding and relative failure. The effort, above all else, was necessary.

"Understanding the immediate change is always difficult, my dear." Isabela pointed out. Of course, she knew little of when this student manifested and how such a thing occurred, but there were always easy assumptions to be made, "A difference in feeling is likely necessary; something to adjust to in time. What is it you do? What do you think drives the difference in your muscles?"