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Post by Everett Thomas on Feb 25, 2013 12:12:42 GMT -5
Everett was in the sparring room. The young African American man was dressed in a white shirt and blue sweatpants. The sparring room was done in a soft red with black trim, which Everett reflect made for... 'interesting' color choices for the school palette. It was kind of weird, but Everett reflected that the school seemed to be a nice place with nice people.
Everett was alone and was currently kickboxing with a punching bag. The body size padded and stuff cylinder was not much for conversation but was good for a workout. And Everett was putting a good sweat in as he kicked and punched the hell out of the thing.
Thus far the school had proven a challenge, his body felt pulled and stretched just from potentially absorbing the powers of his fellow students and teachers. It was amazing and terrifying at the same time.
He laid a four hit combo on the bag; ending in a snap kick to the middle of the bag. He wore fingerless black gloves on his hands but not the boxing gloves normally worn. A few bruises didn't hurt anything. In the background his IPod played 'Its my life'.
"You're going to hear my name when I shout out loud." He sang as he landed to two rabbit punches into the bag and then stepped back and landed a hard right hook before turning and taking off his gloves.
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Feb 26, 2013 11:30:28 GMT -5
"It's my life, an'tis now or never... I ain't gonna live ferever! I jest wanna live while I'm alive..."An enchanting female voice filled the room singing along with Bon Jovie on the Ipod, and the soft thuds of kicks to a heavy bag. The extremely athletic and toned body of Theresa Cassidy was attacking the heavy bag like she had a personal issue with it, clad in a sea green sports bra and a pair of pajama bottom shorts. OutfitShe seemed to have a wicked amount of issues with that bag, and pieces of her red hair came out of her ponytail to frame her face the more she kicked and punched. "Sorry..." Kick kick PUNCH"I dinnae mean t'innerupt yer workout... pretend I'm not'ere, aye?"She let loose with a furious triple punch and kick combo between sentences, before spinning and kicking the bag hard enough to put herself down on her rear end. "Bollocks!!" She swore, slowly starting to pick herself up.
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Post by James "Jimmy" Macdonald Hudson on Feb 27, 2013 11:13:04 GMT -5
Hudson entered the area that seemed pretty occupied at the moment. Occupied with people who were singing..... Bon Jovi.
Shaking his head free of the slight confusion from the oddity, Jimmy dropped his duffel bag onto the floor and promptly pulled off his normal black gloves. Digging through the contents of the container, finding a number of that weren't needed quite yet, before finally yanking out a pair of similar gloves.
The primary difference between the two pairs was that the second had paidding on the knuckles. However, the padding's purpose wasn't to lessen, or nullify, pairing. Rather it was there to protect his skin from being taken off when he punched things. Also the non-padded pair were new and could go without being ruined in half a day.
Finding his own corner of the room, and chuckling quietly when Theresa fell on her behind, Jimmy led into his own bag with a powerful haymaker into the bag. The collision was less than quiet as it echoed through the room, and allowed the young man to the continue with a small variety of different punches.
In terms of skill, his strikes were considerably less so than the other two. But his strong arms and legs easily made up for it. Also the fact that his intent was on hitting as hard as possible didn't hurt much either. After counting about 500 blows, Jimmy stopped, already tired from the excessive exertions of force.
Approaching his duffel bag, the mutant withdrew a bottle of water and sipped some conservatively.
Looking around, he saw Everett and approached him. With a friendly smile, the young man greeted his fellow student, "hello, I'm Jimmy," with his accent showing a bit as he extended his hand in greeting.
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Post by Everett Thomas on Mar 1, 2013 13:57:11 GMT -5
Everett's eyes went to Theresa and nodded to her. "No worries, I'm not here to be on my own." He smirked. "Just relaxing." He smirked to her. She seemed to be trying to destroy the bag. Lashing out at it as opposed to exercising. Everett wondered who she would rather be kicking in the head.
Another guy entered the room. Everett hadn't met this one yet. Blonde guy, a bit scruffy but nice looking. Everett wondered what his ability was but decided it was best not to randomly manifest a power he had not seen in use yet. Based on the way the guy worked the bag, he seemed a bit wound up.
He was about to go back to his own workout and watched as she did a hop up roundhouse kick to it that went unbalanced. He laughed as she fell and cursed out. "Well that's what you landed on." He went over to her and helped her up.
"So who are you angry at?" He asked her.
As he asked, the other guy greeted him. He shook his hand back. "Everett. Nice to meet you Jimmy, since the room is now more than me I will cut the music down."
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Apr 24, 2013 9:08:06 GMT -5
"Well that's what you landed on." He went over to her and helped her up. "So who are you angry at?" He asked her.
Terry took his hand gratefully and hauled herself to her feet. Brushing off her backside she offered the cute young man in front of her a smile. "Meself, mostly." She admitted, blushing prettily. "I'm Theresa-- but ye can call me Tess ifn ye like. Jest been one of t'ose weeks where ye meet a lad on Saturday, an by Monday t'eres no word, so ye break a few t'ings t'get i'outta yer system an move on."
Apprecitively, her eyes roamed Everett's form. "So wha'brings ye 'ere t'is mornin, aye?"
As Jimmy came over, Terry gave him a sunny smile as well. "Good t'see ya again Jimmy. D'ye r'member we've met?"
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Post by James "Jimmy" Macdonald Hudson on Apr 24, 2013 9:39:53 GMT -5
Jimmy's hand gripped Everret's firmly, but not hard, using caution to not squeeze too much with the stronger muscle tissue that his healing factor had assisted largely in producing.
Nodding at the familiar face of Terry, Hudson nodded towards her and said, "yeah, you seem to have that mutant power o being everywhere at once." with a joking tone in his voice. His trademark accent that got him the nickname from those who didn't yet know him by name yet as "the Canadian kid" at the academy, showing a bit still.
"I don't really mind," the young feral commented at the selection of music, "Bon Jovi is pretty cool, play him if you want."
Saying this, Jimmy moved over to his own bag and began going to work on it. His fists digging into the sand-filled container at high speed with no small amount of power behind it.
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Post by Everett Thomas on Apr 30, 2013 15:47:01 GMT -5
Everett smiled to Theresa. He nodded to her words. "I can understand that Theresa." He smirked to her. "Well, not the no calling thing anyway. But the letting the aggression out." He looked to his own bag and rubbed his muscles. "Just sorting things out, away from the family and all." He smirked to her. "Never been to more than public high, so I have never been away from them." He shrugged.
He smiled and turned Jimmy as he switched his earplugs in and left the music to himself. He left one unused so he could talk to them. "Oh... what are your abilities anyway?" He was curious... after all, their abilities... were his abilities. He breathed deeply and let his aura out, the rainbow bands glowing about him. "I am a power synchronizer. I Synch with others and duplicate their abilities. Its been a stress to keep everything straight up here."
He smiled to them both and leaned against the bag as they took their turns.
He wondered if he could get to try any of these folks' abilities.
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