Slippery When Wet [Rayne]

[RC Manne]

RC really didn’t like to swim much. He figured there was enough water (or liquidy...stuff) in his composition that he didn’t need much more exposure to it. But he hated to exercise any other way. Too much sweat. Gross: Yes, but true. RC was a bit embarrassed about that particular side effect, but there was nothing he could really do. At least he didn’t smell any more or any worse than the average person.

That being said…RC swam almost every day. Despite his dislike for the water, he had to keep in shape somehow! And if Hammel was going to have a pool, well by god RC was going to use it. Panting, he hung off one of the edges of the pool, feet dangling beneath him in the water as he caught his breath from his laps. He flung his head from left to right, sending drops out water over the pool and dappling its relatively smooth surface with ripples. Yeah…he was done.

Taking a deep breath, he heaved himself out of the pool, his drenched black swim trunks clinging to his thighs before his shook his legs awkwardly to get rid of the excess water. He probably looked a bit like a stork clambering about, but there wasn’t anyone else around the pool that he could see, so he didn’t really care. It was too cold for the pool for most people, being that autumn had arrived. In fact, the cold quickly set into RC, who shivered visibly and made a bee line for his towel.

“Yikes.” He grunted, quickly toweling off the excess pool water and wrapping the towel securely around his shoulders. He plopped down onto a pool chair and ducked his head between his knees, pulling the towel up to dry his dripping hair. RC was fairly oblivious to the world as he vigorously ruffled the red towel across his head, flinging water in different directions as he did so.

[Rayne Braxton]

Rayne loved the water. Whenever she and her aunt were by a beach or a lake, she would be spending most of her free time there. The feeling of weightlessness, of being free, it was wonderful. Which is why during her exploration of Hammel these past few weeks, she decided she was going to use the pool as much as possible. She didn't think too many people would be hogging it, since fall was here and it was getting cold, so all the more space for her to dive into. Ray was sorting through her bags in her dorm room, trying to find her old swim wear. "There!" she said to herself as she found what she was looking for. It was an all black one-piece swimsuit, that had a metal zipper going down the front that Ray could adjust as she pleased. After putting it on, she grabbed a loose pair of jeans and a baggy white T-shirt with her beach towel and headed for the gymnasium.

The school's mass amount of buildings made it a bit harder to find the gym, but she wandered around enough and found it. The pool was massive, the kind that fishes out of water like Ray, would love to use. As she headed in, she saw someone else there. He looked to be a bit younger then her, and seemed to just be getting out of the pool. Darn. Well, Rayne decided she was just going to have to change that. She walked over to him in her black flip flops and asked: "Getting out of the pool already? What a shame." Without a care in the world, she threw her towel by the towel rack and took her shirt and jeans off as she conversed with the guy, only leaving her black bathing suit remaining. It fit her curves snugly, showing off her willow-slim body to the world. She threw her clothes by her towel and turned to face him. "My name's Rayne, but you can call me Ray if you like." She pulled her hair back into a loose pony tail and smirked at him. "Too bad you were leaving, because I would love to have a racing partner."

Flip flops taken off and put by her other garments, she grabbed ahold of the boy's wet hand, pulling him towards the pool. Once they were infront of the pool's surface, she looked at him with amusement. "Come on, one more lap won't kill you right?" And with that she let go of his hand and jumped into the pool, hoping he would take her challenge for a race. She usually is a bit nervous the first time around with anyone, but he seemed fun to mess with, so Ray put her nervousness aside. With her body already in motion towards the other side of the pool, her hair already a tangled wet mass, she was happy for the company.

[RC Manne]

No matter how much RC dried, his skin and hair still appeared to be slick. He sighed dejectedly, flopping against his own thigh and growling in frustration. He really didn’t appreciate the effect chlorinated water had on his matter state. He’d be drippy looking for the remainder of the evening, most likely. Which meant his wet clothes would probably stick to him. If he got a cold out of this--- RC’s thoughts cut off. There was someone else in the pool area. And it was a girl. And she was taking off clothes. RC sat up and cleared his throat. “I uh…RC.” He laughed a bit at his own lack of word’s.

“Nice to meet you Ray---ce?” He said, blinking and tacking the end half of the word ‘race’ to her name, interrogatively tilting his head. Race? What was that again? He couldn’t quite remember what it meant to do that between trying to figure out where she’d come from and what on earth that smirk meant…well lets just say his semantics weren’t exactly there.

He was moving. Girl (wait…what was her name?) was pulling him. “Hey w-wait!” he stammering, slipping on the damp ground a bit as Rayne jumped into the pool and got a head start on him. “I gu-guess that it won’t kill me.” He stammered as she was diving, having only a split second to decide if he was going to play along with her or run away as was his instinct. Before he had even consciously made the decision, he was diving into the pull and swiftly closing the distance between them. Should he let her win and be a nice guy? Or did he show off? What the hell was the protocol for treating a girl who practically dragged him into the pool when he’d decided he was already done swimming for the day?

RC’s nerves kept his pace slightly slower than Rayne’s, the girl reaching the end of her lap about half a body length before RC. He had to admit racing was fun. “Nice.” He congratulated, giving her a dorky thumbs up as he caught his breath. She’d won fair and square, even if he was distracted by the fact that he had notoriously poor luck with girls. And by poor luck I mean he always managed to make a fool of himself.

[Rayne Braxton]

He seemed to be pretty shy around Ray when he was trying to introduce himself, so she laughed at him a bit. "Yup, a race." she replied, as they got close the pool. She could hear him stammering about telling her to wait, but of course, she didn't. The water was cool and crisp as she jumped in, and she heard another splash from behind her. He was coming up on her fast, he must like water as much as Rayne did. She pushed herself forward, making her strokes go faster. Ray didn't like to lose, especially when she was the one challenging.

She had beaten RC by a couple of feet, and smiled at him when he congratulated her. She hoisted herself onto the hard concrete, leaving her feet dangling in the chlorine filled water. "Why thank you," she did a small bow and then looked back at him "You didn't do too bad yourself." He had taken her up on the challenge, so he seemed pretty cool. "So, RC, come here often?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. Rayne had just started coming here pretty recently, and she hadn't seen him before. But then again she still didn't know half of the people that she had classes with, so there's that. The waves of water were gently pushing against her feet.

"Now, how about another try?" pushing herself back into the chlorine filled depths. "This time I wont get a head start." She swam closer to him so that they would be starting from the same area. Her fingers brushed his arm slightly as she adjusted, and she just looked over at him and asked: "Ready? Set. Go!" She darted towards the other side of the pool, but she could feel him passing her. Her competitive streak reigned its ugly head, and she pushed herself harder to catch up to him. RC made it to the other side a few seconds before she did, and she looked over at him while trying to regain her breath. "You're good." she commented, before splashing some water at him. "But it was totally a tie!" It was nice to have some friendly competition, someone who could make her want to swim faster. But she wasn't going to tell him that. Is Ray a sore loser? Yup. Will she admit that she lost? Nope.

[[sorry! I know this isnt a great post, but I wanted to post something since it's been a couple of days now. Sorry for that, I've been trying to complete this essay and it's driving me insane.]]

[RC Manne]

Ray was really pretty.

“Huh?” RC responded stupidly, blinking up at her when she offered a return congratulations. Oh. She talked. He’d almost forgotten. He blushed a bit, hidden by his dark skin (but not his fidgeting) thank god. “Oh! Uh…Th-thanks. I think. I mean… I guess.” He laughed nervously to try and smooth over his social failures. It wasn’t working. He coughed weakly and smiled, flicking his wet hair out of his eyes.

“I don’t really like to swim. It messes with my matter composition.” That sounded so dorky. “I mean…That’s…” He laughed again and shook his head. “Wow, I am…I am so lame!” He added as a sort of an aside before turning his attention back to Ray. “I have this…liquid. Form. Thing. And being in the water a lot messes with it sometimes.” RC explained sheepishly, shrugging in an attempt to make things less awkward (still not working). “But that didn’t really answer your question. The answer is actually yeah. I swim a lot.” He said, hanging his head a lot.

And here he thought they were going to have a nice conversation. RC floated away from Ray slightly as she slipped back into the water, letting the gentle waves created by her movement carry him a few inches away from her. “Are you serious?” He balked. But apparently she was, as she was starting to count off. This time his nerves didn’t get the best of him, and he pulled past her. He absently wondered, when he came out on the other side gasping slightly, if it was because he was the superior swimmer or his body mass had un-solidified. Wouldn’t that be charming? He actually managed a genuine, non-awkward laugh when she assured him it was a tie. “Yeah, totally a tie.” He agreed sarcastically, wrinkling up his nose in distaste when she splashed him. He blinked rapidly to get the water out of his brown eyes, scrubbing his hand over his face to try and remove the chlorinated water.

“So you’re…not going to spring another lap on me, are you?” He asked shyly.

[OoC:: Ps. Don't worry about it! Real life comes before the threads. Good luck with your essay. and your post was just fine <3 ]

[Rayne Braxton]

Rayne didn't lose, didn't like to lose, the whole idea of losing was just not in her dictionary. When she challenged someone, she would push herself to ensure that she would win. And when she didn't win..well let's just say she is a pretty sore loser. Thus, the reasoning behind her claiming it was a "tie". RC had been pretty shy during the past few minutes of the conversation, but when Rayne had made it clear she was going to believe that they had both made it to the other side of the pool at the same time, that had gotten a real laugh out of him. She laughed at his expression when the water splashed on his face, her arms on the pool's wall to steady herself.

"It was!" She protested, "You probably couldn't tell because you were trying so hard to keep up with me."

A little on the immature side yes, but she just has to be right. She smiled at his question about another match. Ray could go on for a long time swimming, had come to find peace in exercising in the water. But she shook her head, getting that he wanted a conversation, not another contest.

"No, beating you once, and almost beating you a second time is good enough," she moved her legs around in the water "For now."

"So, tell me more about this 'liquid form thing' that you were talking about earlier."

That sounded interesting to Ray, she wanted to hear more about it.

And she looked at him with a smile and told him "You're not that lame."

Wow Ray, gee thanks for such a great compliment.

[[OOC: Now I've gotten to both of your charries ^^ Sorry it took so long, I've been gone but now I'm feeling much better and more up to writing. Hope this is okay!]]

[RC Manne]

“I believe you! I believe you!” RC assured her, putting up one of his hands in a gesture of surrender. Wow, she wanted to win that bad? Whatever. RC was happy to give a win to a pretty lady. He chuckled again, shaking his head to fling away drops of water.

He then raised himself out of the pool, sitting on the ledge and dangling his legs near to where Ray was treading water. RC needed some dry land, even as he squeezed some of the water out of his hair, he felt the familiar lagging sensation…that sense that he’d left some of his hand behind in his hair.

“Oh…uh.” RC started. He’d always been a bit shy about his power. It was kinda embarrassing. “its…sorta gross.”

He grumbled. “But I can just…” He moved his hands around in circles parallel to the ground, gesturing to the pool’s floor. “Uh…Turn into a puddle…of…person. Stuff.” He said, wrinkling his nose. Yeah. That sounded classy. “Hence: Liquid form.” He bit his lip. “But its not water or anything its…complicated.” He sighed, wilting a bit. “I sound like a total chode, huh?”


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