Target Practice (Open!!)

[Dusty Graves]

It was a warm afternoon, for once. By Vermont standards, at least. To Dusty, it was still colder then anything he'd ever really had to put up with, be it back home or overseas. Thankfully, though, it was still of a warm enough temperature that he could go outside and not feel like his extremities were going to snap right off if he shook them too hard. Now that classes were over for the day, and the students were free to (more or less) do as they pleased, and since Dusty himself didn't have an assignment to go on, he'd decided to take a trip to the training field to do just that, train.

Or at least, to do what Dusty considered training, that is.

He traipsed onto the field, realizing absently that it was likely a good idea to get to know the rest of the staff first before going off and doing something like this, but all the same, he had everything ready to go, to call it off now on something that was such a technicality was just impractical, at least according to him. He had a large burlap sack slung over his shoulder and a mid-sized stereo hanging from his opposite hand, and he hefted the items over to a clear area. Once there, he dropped to a knee, setting the stereo off to one side and laying out the contents of the burlap sack. Inside the bag, a lot of random components spilled out. Almost as if packed that way, a screwdriver and a simple wrench tumbled at the end of it all, landing gently onto the heap. Dusty looked, made sure all the pieces were there, and upon seeing that they were, nodded quietly to himself, cracking a little grin as he got to work.

--A couple of minutes later--

Dusty stepped back to admire his handiwork, and the clay pigeon launcher was, indeed, perfectly assembled. Dusty was a bit more proud of himself for the deed than he really had any right to be, though, considering it was only a few pieces and some bolts. Regardless, he had finished setting it up, for the first time since he'd bought it during the short break between his first and second tours of duty with the Army. He tossed the wireless remote down on the ground a few feet away and set up the stereo on a bench. Slapping the 'play' button, he walked away to the remote as a song began to play.

Dusty's foot tapped out onto the wireless remote, and the clay launcher hummed to life, rocking around lazily. The cowboy rolled his shoulders and grinned, tugging his olive-drab tight t-shirt around his back for a moment. Without warning, the first clay target fired into the air, and Dusty's hand whipped up as his eyes tracked the angle and trajectory. One eye squinted, his fingers curled into a faux-gun, index and middle fingers extended, thumb cocked out behind, and ring and pinky tucked into a fist.

"Bang."

He smirked, and felt the surge from his mind, running raw energy down his spine, through his arm, and out through his outermost fingers. A translucent pulse of energy shot out, distorting the sky around it as it fired into the clay target, shattering it into multiple harmless pieces that fell lightly to the ground. Dusty had made sure to aim the skeet shooter away from the rest of the grounds, so that no one would have to deal with raining clay shrapnel.

His grin widened as the target exploded, and his extended hand pulled downward sharply as he pumped his fist, as if he hadn't expected to hit it. He blinked a few times, preparing for the next target, eyes scanning the horizon to watch for the next target's path, ears honed for the tell-tale sound of the launcher ejecting the bird...

Just then, Dusty's ears picked up a different sound, one of a twig crackling under the music, or a leaf being stepped on, or something indicating the arrival of another person. His head whirled around on a swivel, right hand up, fingers splayed as if he were going to slap someone.

"Can I help you?"

At that moment, the launcher decided to fire it's clay pigeon. Dusty's eyes left the visitor for only a second, looking at the target out of the corner of his eye and sighting it perfectly, that same raised hand reaching out behind him and pointing at the clay target, firing another pulse without looking that, yet again, shattered the target into pieces.

[Charlotte Styles]

The school was not really productive.v The freshmen were playing handball or whatever it was called and the girls sat and talked about how hot the guys were. One would say they were little kids, and they were. Freshmen, meerly teenagers. They were young, but to be frank, Charlie could not give a shit about kids. Teleporting straight onto a walkpath between the two sexes. And she wasn't in a great mood. Unfortunately for anyone that isn't Charlie, teleportation is triggered by strong emotions like anger or fear. And the DJ for her party next week was cancelling. And that fact pissed Charlie off.

"Are you fucking kidding me? The party is in eight fucking days and it was going to be great. I was paying you seven hundred for five hours, what is wrong with you? No, no I won't call back all you have to do is drag you dumb ass up to the fucking penthouse, put you stupid spinning table thingy into works and put on some groovy fucking tunes. Rocket science yeah-not. Am I clear or do you want it on repeat. What? Awe, you have to go see you aunt. What a fucking tearjerker I think I might cry. Now have I made myself clear?", she asked as she made her way across, kids looking at her as she swore her way through the DJ's mind. She had made it along the path and towards the training field. That was where she did most of her power training, she hated it. A bit of kerosene and a match will fix that fucking green nightmare.

He had put on hold as she rolled her eyes and made her way across the grass to the field. It was near a tree and she stepped on some twigs just as the DJ came back online. Now he was going to get it. "Have you made you decision yet? Good, I am happy. Be their by five our I will have your nuts on a plate. Chows Nows", she said and hung up. Pressing hang up on her Iphone she was then started by a bang. It made her squeal and she teleported out for a second, reappearing seconds later in the same spot still flinching from being startled. She then looked to the person that caused it, and she was going to cause them some pretty intense fucking pain but then she saw him. Totally cowboy hotty, the reason that girls can stand western movies. They say it is drama and adventure, when really it is the stud with boots and a country hat. Smiling, she then turned into flirt mode.

"Hey you", she said and walked towards him. She was wearing high heels, dark blue tight skinny jeans, a white shirt with a short hooded black leather jacket on. She approached, a smile on her face.

[Dusty Graves]

Dusty's eyes locked onto those of the girl who had stumbled across his little corner of the training field. Needless to say, he was impressed. Her slim, well kept figure, and of course her gorgeous face had definitely caught his eye. Warning flares shot off in his mind, reminding him that this was an institute for gifted children and that the girl in front of him may well be precisely that, a girl, but even as part of him tried to convince himself to just smile and go back to his business, another, more forceful part of him explained that a) looking wasn't a crime, b) she may be a teacher or other staff member, she didn't look like she was that young and c) talking never hurt anybody, he could always duck out if he found out she was underage.

"Well, hello to you, too," Dusty replied as charming a smile as he could muster, the act in and of itself essentially telling the former half to blow off for a bit and let him flirt.

The clay pigeon launcher fired off another target, and this time, Dusty decided to show off. With a few taps of his feet, he launched three more targets as well, in rapid succession after the first one. As they launched into the air, he held up his hand towards her, his index finger pointed up as if to say 'one moment,' but then, the other three fingers lifted up one at a time, and with a wink, he turned around, sighted the targets, adjusted his fingers, and shot out four simultaneous pulses of telekinetic power, each one shattering one of the four clay pigeons at the same time, the first one only a foot or two from touching the ground when it was hit.

With a another couple of taps, Dusty made the machine pause, and turned back to face the girl, cracking his knuckles before sticking his hands through the belt loops of his jeans.

"What brings you over to mah lil' corner of the field?" he asked, maybe letting his accent get a little heavier than usual, just in case. "Come to watch, or participate?" Dusty smirked at her, chuckling a little as he stepped a little closer in her direction.

[Charlotte Styles]

OMG, how hot! The look of him made her drool, his accent made her weak and his attitude was plain hot; and Charlie could not wait to sneak this one ehind the building. Walking towards him as he greeted her she then saw his training. By the looks of things and from her experience he was either telekinetic or could project blasts of energy. Whatever, maybe it was charming girls because no school guys had ever driven her so fucking crazy. He did his thing, skillfully shooting three target things. Well, she was impressed. Who the hell is this guy?

He then spunaround, thumbs in the belt loops looking at her. He liked her, she could tell. And this was mutual. It was fucking destiny. He asked if she was to watch or participate. He had time to show off his metahuman power, why not she show hers. Looking at him she then smiled and got close.
''I am never the chick to sit on the sidelines with her finger in her ass never game enough to show anyone what she is made of, I am the go for it girl. I see what I want and I go for it. Let's just say-'', she was saying slyly and then leaned in, being her super fucking hot flirt and ran her lips over his lightly and then pulled away.
''Step to the side now baby, let me show you what I am made of'', she said with a smile and then unzipped her jacket slowly, showing the full front of the white singlet shirt underneath, showing quite an amount of cleavage. Now seriously what was a shit without showing some god given fucking merchandise. She wasn't a whore, not for sale. But really she was like most teenage girls, seeking guys' attention. And she now wanted his. So walking over to a cabinet at the side of the field she opened it and got out a hard black metal baton. She walked back and smiled.

''Now just send some targets. I'll hit them all..... Trust me'', she said slyly and then smiled and waited for him to fire the canon thing. She had a plan to get them using teleportation and those hand yet fucking boring martial arts skills thay dick trainer pushed her through. Now just for him to launch..

[Dusty Graves]

Dusty watched her approach, a crooked little half-smirk on his face as he rested on his haunches, leaning back on nothing in particular as she strode forward, speaking out and explaining to him just what kind of girl she was. His grin shrunk, however as she mentioned being the girl with the 'finger in her ass,' converting instead to a more confused look as his upper lip curled slightly and his eyebrows narrowed, and he tried to process the statement.

He let out a little cough, and shook his head, "Did you just say finger in your as-"

He didn't get a chance to finish his question, or his thought, for that matter, as the girl stepped up and brushed her lips up against his in the lightest, flirtiest little half-kiss that Dusty thought he'd ever been given before. His whole body went into panic mode, as he still had yet to ascertain if this girl was of legal age. Of course, he didn't look like a student, no way he did, and she wouldn't try anything like that knowing that he could get in trouble if she was underage, would she?

All Dusty knew for sure was that he didn't find it a pressing enough issue to complain, at least not yet.

When she pulled away, Dusty looked at her, a bit incredulously, his confused look replaced instead by a goofy grin, and he was rendered speechless by the kiss. Of course, matters didn't seem to help when she pulled off her jacket to reveal the slinky shirt she wore underneath. Dusty couldn't help himself, there was just something so sexy about a girl undressing, and without thinking, he let out a low whistle of approval and stepped to the side as he was asked, releasing his loose grip around his belt loops and holding his hands up as if in surrender.

"Jus' one sec," he said finally, regaining composure enough to talk once more. He held up a single finger to punctuate the request, and stepped back to the stereo, switching the CD to the next random song, and smiling and nodding in approval at the rather fitting selection.

"A'righty, then," he said as he sauntered back over, brushing his arm against hers 'accidentally' as he headed back to the foot remote, "Cain't fer the life of me figger out what yer gonna do to hit these, but what the lady wants, the lady gets," he concluded, none too subtly, and gestured up to the air with a single hand as he pressed the pedal a couple times, and two targets launched up into the air, one after the other.

"Go 'head and show me whatcha can do."

[Charlotte Styles]

His shy and puzzeled reaction was so cute. It made her have a big smile. The kiss, the little brush had set off his jets. And Charlie was ready to be his pilot. She smiled at him as he checked her out. She wasn't disgusted, because it was mutual. She was checking the hot fucker out herself. She stood ready, the baton tight in her hand. It was hard to focus with him their. That whistle, the eyes and his well fucking flirty behaviour, she knew she was going to have fun with him. He then launched two targets, them gliding. She then took a breath, this was it.

Teleporting from where she was she then appeared in the air near them. Showing moving in the air she then simply swung the baton and it smashed the target into pieces, then falling through the air. She then teleported again and then appeared upside down in the air swinging. It looked complex but over the years it was now kind of easy. She swung and then brought her arm around in the backflip and swung a hard smash with the baton and rocketed pieces away. Flipping in the air she began to feel a bit dizzy. Rapid teleporting did that to her, fun little fucking glitches with her powers that pissed her up the wall. She had to so she teleported again, appearing just above the ground near him. She was still in flip and teleporting in it was just a second before she landed the flip and was in a crouch. She then stood, taking a breath. Damn, that fucking headache!

Turning to him she was back to business. Smiling she then swung the hair out of her face as she got the baton and lightly touched it onto his upper chest and ran it down in a tickling line to his abs but she didn't go any lower, she then bit her lip. How fucking hot was this moment RIGHT!
''So, do you want to keep training with me or do you want to go somewhere a bit more quiet'', she said slyly. She was eighteen, not really under age and it wasn't like she was a kid anymore, she had her own fucking penthouse and cared for herself.... With daddy's money. And he wasn't a teacher, she would have seen him around more. But she then dropped the baton and then smiled. She wanted him, and he her. It was fucking needing to happen, and their were an abandoned toilet block not to far away just on the other side of the field. Go in? Are you fucking high god knows what's in their. But no one goes behind it. Perfect.

[Dusty Graves]

Much to Dusty's surprise, when the targets launched, the girl took to the sky herself, phasing out of reality to appear in front of the clay pigeon and smashing it to pieces, and then twisting in mid-air, teleporting again, this time upside-down, to take out the second, all before teleporting mid-flip back to the ground, where she finished and stuck the landing, flicking her head back up to look at Dusty.

As she performed her aerial acrobatics, Dusty leaned back on his feet, one hand on his hip, the other hanging down at his side. His eyebrows rose up sharply at the first teleport, but by the end of the show, he had a wry little half-smirk on his lips, the left edge of his lips turning up slightly. As she came up to him, lightly tapping the baton against his chest and slowly trailing it down, it was all Dusty could do to not move or react, and instead, he just raised his eyebrows at her, the same smirk still plastered on his face. For a moment there, it seemed like Dusty's arms were going to move on their own accord and grab her and carry her off to somewhere more private, but, instead, she offered the very thing he kind of thought he wanted.

There was a bit of a pause as Dusty considered his options. He still, for all he wanted to, didn't know how old this girl was, but right here and now, in the heat of the moment, he wasn't sure he even cared. Finally, in a moment of weakness, he flicked the metaphorical angel off his shoulder.

"Ain't so sure if that's a kinda thing could be considered kosher," he intoned at first, allowing her the chance to correct him and clear his conscience, "But, y'know, all Ah'm sayin' is, if'n you happened to wander off to some place like that, and maybe I coincidentially found myself over there, too..."

[Charlotte Styles]

Ooo.. This was going good. At least she knew that he wasn't a shy little shit that usually came as a recruit to the school. He was daring and sexy, and that accent made her tingle in all the right places. Smiling at him as he gave her that coy little half smile and she smiled back. He reminded her of this hot guy she met in Louisiana a year ago. Wow, talk about riding cow boy. Except she fell for him but she had to leave. Maybe she might fall for him. Right now, she just wanted to push him against a wall and....you know.

He said kosha? Okay, whatever. She didn't show he confusion but knew he was going to continue so she gave a groaning grunt to say 'and?' and he did. Oh, this guy was hers. When he said it she felt her heart jump in excitement. Oh wow, she was craving this. She then bit her lip and winked at him.
''Well, maybe you might drop by. You know the change rooms over their. Don't worry, I'm not going in their. But their is a clean, roomie store room that I might unlock'', she told him precisely and then leaned in to whisper to him. ''Meat me their in three minutes'', she said and disappeared in a spazzing clud of thick dark red and purple energy.

Reappearing in the store room, she looked through the lookhole and and got a clear view of the field, on when he was coming. Unlocking the door, she then turned to the room and pulled the chord, the light turning on. There, there was an old desk for a ly down surface, a plugged in fan and some other things. The room wasn't tiny but biggish. This was the make-out room most students use before classes. It was where she could get with her cowboy. And she couldn't be more excited.

[Dusty Graves]

And just like that, after a bit of instruction, she was gone, using that teleportation power of hers to disappear from view, presumably heading to the nearby store-room. As she disappeared, Dusty nonchalantly rolled his neck around, popping it at each farthest extension, and he let out a little yawn, the kind that can only really be brought about from nervous excitement. He didn't have the kind of ability that granted him any sort of extra-special perception, but even so, he knew that the girl was in that store-room just right over there right now, waiting for him. Just the thought was causing him to feel all weirdly tingly.

He let out a little sigh, and shook his head. C'mon, Dusty, play it cool. Three minutes, she said?

With a shrug, he began to dismantle his clay pigeon launcher, whistling a quiet little tune as he did so. He'd done this before a hundred times, and so taking all of the pieces apart didn't take too much time. Perhaps only about five minutes had passed before he had the bag slung over his shoulder and was walking towards the empty shed. Leaning up against the door, he allowed the bag to unsling itself from his shoulder to dangle from his left hand, as he looked around one last time before gripping the door, opening it, and letting himself in, all in one fluid motion.

The bag dropped to the side of the door and he took one quick, almost subconsciously-driven look around the room, a bit of his old soldier training kicking in to keep himself free from ambush. Instead of highly-trained spec ops forces here to assault him, however, he ran into the young woman he had been expecting.

"So..." he started, cocking an eyebrow and smirking a little.

[Charlotte Styles]

Slowly dawdling in the room further, she looked around a bit. Walking she saw scratch marks on the sides of the desk. Some people getting pretty hard core fucking thunder hard in this room. And that was unfortunate because Charlie was not a 'stand-up' girl. It was lay down hotly. But looking around, passed mops, old textbooks and a fan she saw a pile of something. Giving it a weird look she then took a step closer to have a better look, and saw what it was. How fucking grotty?!

In front of her was a pile of used condoms, still wet and lying on a shelf. She felt like she was going to throw up and she undeniably said "ewwe" before turning away. Some people have no fucking decency. She actually knows how to use a bin, some fuckers at this freak-show of a school obviously didn't. Dawdling forwards a bit more she checked her phone. Fivem inutes had passed, and this guy was making her wait. Charlie? Wait? Please, don't be fucking ridiculous. But this guy was so worth it. So waiting was okay..... for now..

Hearing the door creak open, she turned her attention their and then slipped her phone into her pocket, even though it was tight as shit in their. Flinging her wavy brown hair out of her face, she looked at him. He dropped the bag and looking cocky, rose and eyebrow. Jesus Christ, why not just get started? Walking towards him sexily yet moderately fast she got to him and in one quick movement she went at him. Firstly, hands landed on his firm chest and pushed him back. While she did that she smashed her lips against his aggressively yet softly as she kissed him passionately. Tongue and more as she ran her hands over his ripped body and his back. This was almost to good to be true. But then again, nothing was too good to be true for Charlotte Fucking Styles.

[Dusty Graves]

Before Dusty had a chance to decide whether or not this was a bad idea, the girl was upon him. Forcefully, she pushed him back against the door and pressed her lips to his, and Dusty was lost. He'd always had a bit of thing for aggressive women, it was something of a relic of his military life, where the only kind of women you generally found were that type. Then again, most of the chicks in the military didn't look like this, either.

Dusty's hands went to the girl's sides, just along her bust, and he brought them lower and lower as they kissed. Once they reached her butt, he put a hand under each cheek and lifted her up to straddle him around the waist, turning as he did so to put her up against the door this time before continuing to kiss her.

After a few moments, though, that lingering sense of doubt crept back up into Dusty's head. He tried to ignore it, tried to pretend like it didn't matter, like they wouldn't get caught, but none of that really bothered him so much as the simple fact that, if this girl was really underage, then this whole situation was just wrong and he didn't want to have anything to do with it, even if she looked as good as this one did.

And so, Dusty broke their kiss, pulling his head away suddenly enough to hopefully cause the girl to wonder what was going on. "Look," he gasped, slightly breathlessly, "I really have to know before we go on. How old are you?"

He bit his lip in nervousness. He wanted the truth more than anything, but the man would be outright lying to himself if he said he wasn't hoping more than a little that she at least said she was eighteen.

[Charlotte Styles]

Feeling his tongue in her mouth, her lips on his. Honestly what a turn on. Eyes closed in the embrace she kept her hands up, gropping her hands over his hot body. His chest, abs and arms. Not like a fucking spaz monkey but just nicely and hotly touching him. Feeling him, nothing really mattered. But if they got caught he would get fired and she would get detention. But a locked door was between them and judgement, so who gave a shit. She didn't but aparently Dusty was a different story. But before that, things got a whole lot hotter.

Dusty had responded, and his hands drifted down her hips across the bust and to her hot ass. Yeah, it is a hot ass and Charlie knew it. Gripping she felt his muscles flex as he lifted her up, her lips still on his as her legs swung and wrapped around his waist. Wow boy, he was really getting into it. Charlie always could bring the beast out in guys. But she would tame it with the fact that she was queen and he was her sex slave. That is how she would roll. Swinging, her back was against the wall as he dominated. At this moment, she did not mind at all. That was until that question came out. Age..

Luckily for her, part one of being a teenager is the lying factor. You either have it or don't and Charlie for shit sure did. Smiling, she went for an Emmy Award as she gave him a light kiss. Now for the best improvised speech ever.
''Your cute. Don't worry I am 22, baby. I graduated from this school two years ago and I am here for a few days to see my cousin. It's fine, now let's get back to business'', she said ending with a convincing smile and kissed him again. He would have bought it one hundred percent, shit she nearly even convinced herself. But this way she could use him and discard him with no implications.

Then, drifting her hand down his hard body she smiled at him as he hand went into a very 'private' area. Feeling, she smiled. ''Hello...''