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Post by Echo on Oct 8, 2009 16:00:28 GMT
Her golden bronzed skin shone in the sunlight as Maya walked down the steps to the front porch. The girl walked on her tip toes as she gracefully bounded down each step. Now that she knew the steps of a ballerina, she couldn't stomp around anymore. The sun was even brighter outside. It was the middle of the day and most of the students at the Academy were out, enjoying the day to get away from the school. Maya- despite her affinity to fun- wanted to just practice this afternoon. It was a Saturday, the best day according to her, and she wanted to be away from the crowds.
It was always awkward to hang with a bunch of teens. They were all talking with each other, fast and most of the time with food in their mouths. It was hard for her to decipher their conversation. Even if she was amazing at reading lips, it was always hindered by a chunk of burger or even a french fry. Maya didn't want to complicate things.
Maya stood by the side of the porch and put her leg up on the railing. She was stretching her legs before she started her dancing. She would have taken some empty class room to practice her routine, but she wanted to be outside. Maya was an outdoor girl and thought no one would mind if she danced out in the open. She wore leggings and a purple tee shirt. Her leotards were not necessary- they were a little too skimpy for the slightly chilly weather.
After she streched her entire leg, she brought her leg up near her head. Dancing was only thought to be an art, but here it seemed that her dancing background would be helpful in combat. The flexibility allowed her to dodge almost anything.
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Post by sunspot on Oct 11, 2009 19:27:33 GMT
It hadn’t taken long for the state of the day to finally inspire Roberto Da Costa to venture out to the grounds without the agenda of solitude. The moment the sun hit his own bronzed, South American skin there was a rejuvenating feeling that seemed to burrow into the edges of his mind. Clad in a pair of track pants and a t-shirt it was clear that his intentions bore an athletic prospect as his legs started to propel him forward. With each stride, Roberto found himself feeling more at ease and the texts he’d been laboring over earlier seemed to drift away to the back of his mind.
It hadn’t taken long for him to find annoyance in his complacency.
He started running faster; farther away from the building. With the sun subtly beating down on his flesh, it warmed further and he started to cover his body with a black plasma-like fire. With a leap, Roberto was up in the air and taking off at a colossal speed while his features were shadowed except for his eyes and mouth. He let out a hearty laugh as he spiraled in the air, going as high as he could before he hesitated his movements. Roberto looked down below; contemplating his next movements before diving down in a streamlined formation. He barreled towards the earth below; pulling up at the last moment and doing a corkscrew maneuver. His laugh escalated and sounded almost like that of enjoyment (a rare feet considering he gazed at most of his equals apathetically unless in class). He finally slowed his pace and landed in the front of the building with a wide grin on his features; fairly unaware of the possibility of anyone else being present.
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Post by Echo on Oct 11, 2009 19:54:19 GMT
Maya switched her legs and brought her other one up and behind her back in a graceful manner. She'd never pulled or twisted any thing in her life, and hoped to keep it that way. Maya took a deep breath in and closed her eyes, imagining herself on the stage infront of millions of anxious viewers. Her eye lids fluttered open as she began her favorite routine. It was from one of her favorite, Swan Lake, the part where the prince was entranced by the imposter princess. Maya can only imagine the music that went along with the steps, but the passion that the evil princess, compared to the swan one, showed was like watching an exhilerating play of a football game.
Her arms moved from her waist and to the sky with smooth grace that would have been difficult to mirror. The dancer was off, on the grass now, with her little slippers on. It was difficult to do the spins correctly, but she much rather be alone outside than in a darkly lit classroom.
A renewed energy rose from the pit of her stomach as she look up to the sky. A black figure was hurdleing towards the spot only a few inches away from her. Caught like a deer in headlights, Maya just stared at the figure. What was that? Who was is that? she thought, but then realized that she should probably move closer to the building.
Echo sprinted to back to the porch with surprising speed. The girl turned around to see her teacher with a wide grin on her face. Maya's eyes buldged as she saw Mr. Da Costa in work out gear and gleaming with sweat. The girl blinked and waved to him with a cheery, but somewhat nervous smile on her face.
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Post by sunspot on Oct 12, 2009 6:55:03 GMT
Finally, Roberto looked over and spotted one of the students from his class. Almost sheepishly, the man couldn’t help but offer a smile in Miss Lopez’s direction. His almond colored gaze remained alight from his recent aerial escapade. There was a slight hesitation in his decision to approach his witness. After all, did Roberto really want to recognize that he’d just unloaded some energy for his amusement? Apparently, he hadn’t taken that into account enough as he approached Maya with a grin.
“Sorry if I almost crashed into you,” he explained clearly; hoping Maya could read his lips. He brought an arm up to wipe some of the sweat from his brow and nodded towards the yard. “It’s a bit of a challenge to remain content with jogging when you can fly, at times.”
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Post by Echo on Oct 12, 2009 7:12:20 GMT
"S'ok. I'm good." she said a little dazed by seeing him in flight. Maya had never seen someone in flight like that before. Mr. De Costa looked like he was just having fun. Maya knew exactly how he felt, her dancing was an escape from everything. It was her mental and physical release that got her through the day.
"I know what you mean. she smiled while resting her head in her right hand. Maya didn't know what was wrong with her. She was melting and her brain was turning to mush. Maya didn't like this feeling, but she knew exactly what it meant. She had a humongous crush on her ethics teach.
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Post by sunspot on Oct 17, 2009 18:30:09 GMT
There was still that feeling like he should feel a little bashful considering he liked to maintained a laid back, calm appearance in front of his students. There was no way to display that now, though. He’d been caught black handed giving himself over to the release of flying. The only way to recover from the shatter of his respectable image was to just pretend it hadn’t happened.
Then Maya smiled and for some reason he couldn’t feign stoicism even if he’d somehow wanted to. Being caught so off guard left him with the unintentional option of being a bit more open with the young woman in his company. “Do you have any classes for the rest of the day?” Roberto asked as he approached the railing with a easy smile.
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Post by Echo on Oct 17, 2009 18:46:34 GMT
Maya's eyes widened as Mr. DeCosta spoke to her, instead of brushing her somewhat casual response off. The girl sat on the side of her front steps and looked up to her teacher, trying to see what he was saying to her. It was difficult to concentrate on what he was actually saying and not how he said it.
"Classes? No I'm done for the day." she said in what would have been a higher pitch than what she normally spoke. Maya hated this feeling. Why couldn't she have been born mute also. That would have solved all her problems. Wait, no that would cause more problems.
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Post by sunspot on Nov 2, 2009 15:41:10 GMT
Honestly, Roberto found himself feeling just slightly awkward. Interacting with his students on such a personal level was still fairly new to him. But, at the same time, it would help. The Black Court would need new members soon and this school was intended to groom some of their students for the traditions that had stayed within bloodlines for centuries. The Da Costa name hadn’t been an exaggeration of that. He nodded at her reply and cast another smile the young woman’s way. He paid no mind to the higher pitch.
Without so much as another word he sat beside her on the steps; not necessarily paying attention if Maya would be okay with that only for a moment. After all, he made no real connection with any of the staff. Who was he supposed to talk to? Their conversation was short and slightly discomfited but it was still conversation. Instantly his mind had raced for something intelligent; aching for that sort of dynamic but having to remind himself of the fact that he was conversing with a student. Would she find him ridiculously boring if he started going on about books? “Have you ever been flying before? Not in a plane, I mean,” he ventured. There, that was a safe topic. So long as he didn’t go into topics like Kant or Socrates, he would be harmless.
[sorry for the wait and my suckage.]
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Post by Echo on Nov 3, 2009 20:01:39 GMT
"No I haven't been flying before. I hear its amazing. But I do know what it feels like to fall with style. I'm pretty good at the uneven bars in gymnastics and do want to try skydiving at some point." she said, lettiner her adrenaline junkie persona come out a bit.
"You looked like you were having fun though" she added with small smile. Why did he have to be so close to her? Maya was practically sweating.
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Post by sunspot on Nov 4, 2009 1:57:03 GMT
“It’s quite the rush. I don’t believe I have the coordination for the likes of gymnastics. Unless flying I’m better on my feet,” Roberto commented with a shrug of his broad shoulders before shaking his head. Honestly, he had no idea that he was having any sort of effect on his student. “Well, I can take you for a spin if you’re up for it,” he offered with a tilt of his lips into a smile.
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Post by Echo on Nov 4, 2009 2:31:38 GMT
"Really? I'd love to." Maya said with an estatic smile. Wow, she was finally going to go flying. The girl had known a few mutants that could fly, however they never offered her a free ride. Maya's eyes were wide and excited for whatever Mr. DaCasta offered.
The thing she wanted to know was if they were going now.
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Post by sunspot on Nov 4, 2009 16:49:47 GMT
Perhaps it was the fact that Roberto was so used to the novelty of flight that he nearly jumped at Maya’s enthusiasm. He didn’t, though, not outwardly. His lips lifted into a smile in response. “I would not have offered if I didn’t intend to follow through,” he pointed out with a smile. “Any chance you’re busy? If you’re not I could always take you for a quick spin around the grounds.”
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Post by Echo on Nov 6, 2009 14:48:42 GMT
"Nope, not busy at all." she grinned. Maya would love to fly around the Academy grounds with Him. This was an opportunity of a life time, well at least from her point of view right now. Maya stood up from the steps, eager to see what it would look like in a birds eye view. The teen couldn't help but grin ear to ear.
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Post by sunspot on Nov 8, 2009 16:28:43 GMT
Roberto smiled easily as he stood as well. He wasn’t outwardly as eager but inwardly he couldn’t help but mentally preen in having the opportunity to show off just a little bit. His lips stayed in an eased grin before the black fire flared over his skin in an initial roar. The tongues of the energy flicker before he made an effort to tone it down. “Any particular preference on how you wished to be carried?” he asked as he staved off the fires of his solar shell enough to be only somewhat warm to the touch.
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Post by Echo on Nov 9, 2009 1:52:03 GMT
Echo marveled as Sunspot powered up. The black fire engulfed his copper skin like lava. Maya's power just tingled a bit when she copied someone's moves into her brain. The girl closed her eyes at his fire flared into her eyes.
"How about you just hold onto me. I might fall off if I'm on your back." she grinned, her motives completely innocent.
"Is it going to burn me?" she asked. Well it probably was a stupid question, but she wanted to know.
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