Post by Simon Alexandre on Dec 4, 2015 19:09:15 GMT -5
It was one of Simon's better days. He had yet to experience any flashbacks and he'd managed to get some proper sleep for what felt like the first time since he'd gotten on the island. That is to say that it was the first night in a long time without the dreams. Unfortunately, sleeping had re-energized his tingling nerves and sent them panicking at even the slightest of movements, but, despite this, it was still the best he'd felt in a long time. He was almost glad to be so jumpy. Regardless, the good night's rest had inspired him to go looking for Liam Dalton, who was someone that Simon had heard about from his fellow prefects. According to them, Liam had a team of prefects that he had been training. He'd asked around about him to try and get some more information, and Simon found himself attracted to the idea. He had always felt his own inexperience would somehow harmed his teammates, and he strived to get rid of that plaguing unfamiliarity. However, Artemis always seemed far too busy to train with him on a regular basis, and the last thing he wanted was to bother her. So, all morning, Simon had been scouring the campus for that one student who promised that daily training. He'd checked the prefect lounge, the library, the courtyard, and now he stood facing the door to the gym. That was his last guess to where Liam would be.
With a heavy sigh, Simon opened the door just a crack and peered in. Many students occupied the equipment, but he couldn't get a good enough look of their faces. It was too bad: he'd hoped it would be an 'in and out' mission. So, with a hesitant grumble, Simon slipped through the opened door and weaved through the maze of treadmills. Every movement of his was slow and stealthy as he swung his head around, terrified of the curious eyes that may land upon him. Luckily, he wouldn't have to stay much longer if Liam wasn't there, as he'd been given a brief description of what this 'Liam' boy looked like. Allegedly, Liam was somewhat easy to recognize with black hair that transitioned to white and drooped down in front of his sapphire eyes. He was also above average height, but almost everyone was tall to the silver-haired boy so that was irrelevant. Regardless, Simon wasn't sure how confident he was in actually being able to find him. But, just as he prepared to turn around and head back to his dorm in defeat, he spotted someone who fit the description to the tee.
The boy was concentrating hard: Simon could see it from the slight creases above his eyebrows. Hovering targets rotated around him, and he shifted in to a fighting stance. After a few moments of calm, the boy exploded into action. He assaulted the targets with streams of kicks and punches, demonstrating dexterity and power that he must've practiced for years. Simon stilled, becoming little more than an observer. He had been practicing over the past couple of months himself and was proud to say that he learned more techniques than what came from his wrestling skills, but he was far from being on the level of this prefect. It was almost intimidating to be even within such a distance of him, and Simon felt the increasing need to flee. He would just waste the boy's time and disappoint him: he could never be as good as that. But, as Liam slowed to a stop and Simon fancied that they made brief eye contact, the silver-haired boy swallowed his discomforts and approached. He had no other choice.
"Liam Dalton, yes? I hope I'm not interrupting," Simon started, struggling to keep his voice calm. What if he wasn't the prefect? And, well, what if he was, but he wasn't a safe person to be around? This boy could hurt him, as he demonstrated on the circling targets. It didn't help that 'Liam' towered over the short boy, and his lean form was evident even through clothing. Simon kept his own muscles tensed and ensured he had a slight bend in his knees, preparing to move away in an instant. He'd learned his lesson. "I'm from Team D. Simon Alexandre. I heard that you are training a group of prefects," he continued, pausing to regain confidence, "Uh, have you been looking to take new recruits at all?" The silver-haired prefect rubbed the back of his neck, leaving the question to hang in the air. His violet eyes remained locked in place on the other boy, but he felt himself almost trembling in his presence. The voice of his insecurities taunted him, warning him of the rejection that was likely to come, but Simon had no choice but to stand there and await it.
With a heavy sigh, Simon opened the door just a crack and peered in. Many students occupied the equipment, but he couldn't get a good enough look of their faces. It was too bad: he'd hoped it would be an 'in and out' mission. So, with a hesitant grumble, Simon slipped through the opened door and weaved through the maze of treadmills. Every movement of his was slow and stealthy as he swung his head around, terrified of the curious eyes that may land upon him. Luckily, he wouldn't have to stay much longer if Liam wasn't there, as he'd been given a brief description of what this 'Liam' boy looked like. Allegedly, Liam was somewhat easy to recognize with black hair that transitioned to white and drooped down in front of his sapphire eyes. He was also above average height, but almost everyone was tall to the silver-haired boy so that was irrelevant. Regardless, Simon wasn't sure how confident he was in actually being able to find him. But, just as he prepared to turn around and head back to his dorm in defeat, he spotted someone who fit the description to the tee.
The boy was concentrating hard: Simon could see it from the slight creases above his eyebrows. Hovering targets rotated around him, and he shifted in to a fighting stance. After a few moments of calm, the boy exploded into action. He assaulted the targets with streams of kicks and punches, demonstrating dexterity and power that he must've practiced for years. Simon stilled, becoming little more than an observer. He had been practicing over the past couple of months himself and was proud to say that he learned more techniques than what came from his wrestling skills, but he was far from being on the level of this prefect. It was almost intimidating to be even within such a distance of him, and Simon felt the increasing need to flee. He would just waste the boy's time and disappoint him: he could never be as good as that. But, as Liam slowed to a stop and Simon fancied that they made brief eye contact, the silver-haired boy swallowed his discomforts and approached. He had no other choice.
"Liam Dalton, yes? I hope I'm not interrupting," Simon started, struggling to keep his voice calm. What if he wasn't the prefect? And, well, what if he was, but he wasn't a safe person to be around? This boy could hurt him, as he demonstrated on the circling targets. It didn't help that 'Liam' towered over the short boy, and his lean form was evident even through clothing. Simon kept his own muscles tensed and ensured he had a slight bend in his knees, preparing to move away in an instant. He'd learned his lesson. "I'm from Team D. Simon Alexandre. I heard that you are training a group of prefects," he continued, pausing to regain confidence, "Uh, have you been looking to take new recruits at all?" The silver-haired prefect rubbed the back of his neck, leaving the question to hang in the air. His violet eyes remained locked in place on the other boy, but he felt himself almost trembling in his presence. The voice of his insecurities taunted him, warning him of the rejection that was likely to come, but Simon had no choice but to stand there and await it.