Extra Practice (open)

[Lani Hunter]

Lani dropped to the ground his brow wet with perspiration. Who would have thought that working through the mind could make a person feel like they had run three miles. He panted and fell back so he was laying flat on his back. He closed his eyes against the pounding headache that was starting just behind his eyes. This was the worst part, these never ending headaches, eternal pain. Not to mention he was covered with bruises. He had been doing exactly what his trainer told him not to do. Flight. He succeeded for seconds at a time but the object was always to hard to control while he was trying to keep his balance. But at this point the only things he could use to try were things he had to stand on. Just a few flat pieces of metal that used to be benches, a weight, a binder.

He groaned and pushed himself back into a sitting position, break was over. He hauled himself to his feet and braced himself as a rush of light headedness hit him. That was odd. He shook his head and willed it to clear. He lifted the metal and balanced it carefully focusing completely on it. He hesitated not wanting to be tossed on his rump again. He took a deep breath and impulsively jumped on. It worked better this time. It didn't fly out from under him, nor did it shoot out this time. He hovered there and he allowed himself a small victory smile. He moved slowly forward keeping this simple and careful. So far so good. He balanced like he would on a wall and planted his feet, lightly but firmly. He then tried to lift up. This was when things always went haywire. He wobbled but held it for a moment. Then his power went insane.

It wobbled and tossed as he tried to lift it but couldn't balance lifting his weight along with the board as one mass. He hated falling, he didn't think he had fallen so much in his entire life. But he would learn. "Woah!" He flapped his arms and it stopped for a while. He stopped and regained his baring. But only for a moment Lani's crazy impulsive mind was the worst thing for his power. It fed off his impulses and often times his imagination was brought into creation before he could think it through or analyses it. It pitched forward than back. He couldn't help yelping and letting out a small scream as it tossed him back to the floor. He slammed hard into it, his head snapped back and pain exploded in the back of his head. He rubbed it and shouted out every swear word he could think of and launched the thing at the door.

[Annabelle Coronova]

It had been quite the shoddy day. Really, did everything have to go wrong? Not only was she the absolutely most clumsy being to ever exist, but she had to go into one of her bloody spasms today in front of everyone. Why couldn't she control herself yet? Why did it seem that it was just as strong as it was when she first came here, without any wee bit of training at all. This was Scheize. Luckily,s he wasn't paying for it, but her parents were, and this training or so they called it wasn't doing anything. Bells was ready to pack up her bags and go, figuring that she was stuck with this misfortune forever. And she still had to wear those stupid gloves because she couldn't touch anyone skin to skin.

Sauntering out towards the training rooms; it was raining outside (as if to compliment her wonderful mood). In there she would usually sit on a bench available and think about stuff. Maybe that was the reason why she was faring so poorly...that she'd rather just go and spend time alone on that metal bench and daze off in space than to actually find a suitable trainer and try to control her powers. Well, whatever, if there was a power trainer that knew how to work with people with retrocognition specifically, then she'd actively work with them. But in the meanwhile, she'd rather spend her time with a set of paints or in a coffee house dreaming the day away.

With a forceful swing of the double doors, Anna was in the rather large and acoustic room, but realized at once that she was not alone. She also spotted some random objects, center stage, and figured someone else was using the room already. She was about to turn to go, but realized that the certain student looked to have a metal board on top of them, and although they seemed conscious, they didn't seem to be in the best of shape. Frantic, Bells, dropped her book and swung her bag off of her, dropping it on the ground, and scampered over to the guy. She knelt down, and instinctively, went to take her gloves off, but remembered that it would be rather troublesome if she did so. Her hands remained levitated over his body, as if their was some sort of force field around him, protecting his body from any physical touch. Unsure what to do, she scanned his body for any tears of skin or blood, after all, something heavy and metal fell on top of him, or at least, that's what it looked like. Aha! That's what she could do! With a swift motion, Bells lifted the long metal object off of the guy's body, heaving it over to the side. It was about four feet long, almost as tall as she was, so this was no easy feat for her, but still, she managed to free the boy. "Are you...are you alright? And what exactly were you trying to do?" Bells leaned back onto the back of her feet, sitting indian-style now, and waiting for some sort of response from the boy.

[Lani Hunter]

He swore softly and tried to lift the thing with his mind. Pain shot through his mind nearly making him black out. Ok. No more practicing today. He couldn't reach the pain medication in his pocket. He heard the door and closed his eyes in humiliation, hopefully it wasn't his trainer coming to gloat at him while he was unable to walk away and ignore it. He heard light footsteps and cracked an eye open. Not his trainer at least, but a woman. She looked to be about his age, maybe a little younger, one could never be sure. She acted as if she were going to touch him but thought better about it. When she decided the best course of action was to lift the metal off of him he didn't object. The pressure leaving his body brought all the aches that came along with it. He groaned and pushed a little once he could move his arms to help her.

He hated being pathetic like this but he sat up and clutched his stomach. That hurt, would hurt even more in the morning. Not to mention his head was throbbing beyond anything he knew. Lani couldn't even come up with a word for how bad the pain was. He took a careful breath, "Thank you." He pushed forward a smile, "Yeah I'm ok, thanks. He dug in his pocket and pulled out the pain meds. Of course. He only had two left. That was not going to be enough. He took them anyways and waited for the relief that wouldn't come. "Ugh," he uttered rubbing the back of his head and bringing his hand forward checking for blood. None. That was good.

He got a better look at the person, not someone he knew. Maybe a couple of classes together but then again he wouldn't know. He smiled at her question and laughed a little, immediately regretting the action. Oh yes this hurt. "Um, you'll think I'm crazy." He fell back and decided not to move again. "Fly." He answered after a while of silence raising a hand over his head into the sky. Lani laughed a little, "I'm a fool." He frowned and looked over at the girl. "And I'd be a red fool if you hadn't come along. Thank you. I'm Lani." He held out a hand in greeting.