Day VI. Physical Education [Friday]

10:06:15 Lara was to be found in one of the lowest floor, female bathrooms amongst a herd of other fourth and fifth year girls. With Hex being the labyrinth it was, it was simply impossible for students to keep their Physical Education uniforms in their own dormitories, with time to change between periods. Many of the girls bathrooms were outfitted with wooden lockers as well as the usual, and it was here that Lara pulled a fitted, navy shirt that was a size or three small for her petite fame, and finished short, an inch above her equally small shorts of the same hue. Limber steps took her to the large vanity mirrors where she applied a sheen of lip gloss, and applied a simple band to her chocolate locks, a high pony-tail swinging down her back. Finished, she sidled out of the bathroom amongst a throng of girls and made her way to the back field, next to the courtyard where thirty Fourth and Fifth years students were beginning to appear, all dressed in the Physical Education uniform and ready for their General Academics, P.E class. With the grace of a feline, slender arms reached above her head in a luxurious stretch, before dropping with her ponytail to touch her feet. Other student's were warming up too. She wondered, what Professor Blaze had in store for them today. "Fingers crossed no push ups." The comment was muttered to whoever happened to be nearest to her.

10:27:52 Patrick Some of the other Arcadian guys slowly got ready for PE in the same Bathroom. This was mostly to avoid traversing the Institute alone… getting lost. They were quiet. It was quieet. Then. Boom. Patrick arrived. “Hello Hello! Heeeello!” said the always Chipper little Fae. There were mumbled returned. A small frown and he shrugged as he opened up his locker and moved to change into his PE uniform. The other guys were boring. They seemed dead this early, but who could blame them? The shirt was a bit loose same with the shorts he had to wear. The little Fae stretched a little as he looked around at the other guys. “Shit. This isn’t a morgue. You can talk”. Some of the others just shrugged him off. A small frown. “Anyways! I guess I’ll see you guys there!” the small kid said and took off, out of the Bathroom and into the hallways. Eventually he would meet up with everyone else. His fingers pushed his thick-rimmed glasses up a bit and continued to walk around. As he walked, he would stretch his arms ever so, along with some neck stretches. He walked past Lara as she said something about Pushups he stopped, looked at the girl, and shrugged a bit. “I hear that. No use trying to add muscle mass this body. Doesn’t stay…” an exaggerated frown, as blue eyes looked the girl over. She was cute… so at least she had that going for her.

10:52:08 Lara was to be found in one of the lowest floor, female bathrooms amongst a herd of other fourth and fifth year girls. With Hex being the labyrinth it was, it was simply impossible for students to keep their Physical Education uniforms in their own dormitories, with time to change between periods. Many of the girls bathrooms were outfitted with wooden lockers as well as the usual, and it was here that Lara pulled a fitted, navy shirt that was a size or three small for her petite fame, and finished short, an inch above her equally small shorts of the same hue. Limber steps took her to the large vanity mirrors where she applied a sheen of lip gloss, and applied a simple band to her chocolate locks, a high pony-tail swinging down her back. Finished, she sidled out of the bathroom amongst a throng of girls and made her way to the back field, next to the courtyard where thirty Fourth and Fifth years students were beginning to appear, all dressed in the Physical Education uniform and ready for their and ready for their General Academics, P.E class. With the grace of a feline, slender arms reached above her head in a luxurious stretch, before dropping with her ponytail to touch her feet. Other student's were warming up too. She wondered, what Professor Blaze had in store for them today.

10:53:53 Patrick : Some of the other Arcadian guys slowly got ready for PE in the same Bathroom. This was mostly to avoid traversing the Institute alone… getting lost. They were quiet. It was quieet. Then. Boom. Patrick arrived. “Hello Hello! Heeeello!” said the always Chipper little Fae. There were mumbled returned. A small frown and he shrugged as he opened up his locker and moved to change into his PE uniform. The other guys were boring. They seemed dead this early, but who could blame them? The shirt was a bit loose same with the shorts he had to wear. The little Fae stretched a little as he looked around at the other guys. “Shit. This isn’t a morgue. You can talk”. Some of the others just shrugged him off. A small frown. “Anyways! I guess I’ll see you guys there!” the small kid said and took off, out of the Bathroom and into the hallways. Eventually he would meet up with everyone else. His fingers pushed his thick-rimmed glasses up a bit and continued to walk around. As he walked, he would stretch his arms ever so, along with some neck stretches. He walked past Lara as she said something about Pushups he stopped, looked at the girl, and shrugged a bit. “I hear that. No use trying to add muscle mass this body. Doesn’t stay…” an exaggerated frown, as blue eyes looked the girl over. She was cute… so at least she had that going for her.

10:54:12 Xan was waiting on the field as his students assembled. He was in athletic shorts and a navy blue UnderArmor tee. He had a whistle around his neck and a clipboard in one hand. His sensitive hearing picked up on the final bell that told him classes were beginning and that anyone who was only now arriving was late. He heard everything. He heard Lara's comment about push ups, and Patrick's response that muscle mass didn't stick. He lifted his whistle, put it between his teeth and let loose two blasts for silence, the pointed out one of the students, "You. Start them properly on stretches while I take roll call." The young man was a jock and so he ran out to take his place as he moved off to one side with his clipboard and started them in proper calisthenics as he began calling off names in alphabetical order. If he wasn't answered instantly he called the name a second time, waited three seconds before writing something on the board and moving on to the next name. By the time he was finished the stretching was over and he dropped his clipboard, motiong for the kid who lead the stretching to go back to his place, "For those of you who are new, my name is Professor Blaze. You can call me that or Coach, or Coach Blaze, I don't really care. Some things you need to know about my class. One. If you show up late, you owe me five hundred push ups. If you mouth off, you owe me twenty laps around the field. If you injure another student or attempt to use your powers against me personally, you will be reported to the Headmaster and you will get the lash. Everyone understand?" When he got general assent he nodded, "First up, the mile. You have three minutes to complete it. If you don't finish in the designated time, you will finish and run a second one. Your time. . ." He paused to pull a stopwatch from his pocket and then held it up, "Starts now." And he pressed the start button.

11:04:23 [August`] Indigo colored hues looked around the field as she stood, one of the first ones to arrive. She was quick to dress, never one to care about how she was presented. The navy blue shorts were the right size for her, dropping to a few inches above the knee when the waist was rolled up twice. The shirt, however, was large for her, as it hung a bit large over her small frame. Standing at only five feet exactly, the female had trouble fitting into some of the uniform items, such as the navy dress or the P.E. uniform. Her hair was braided over her shoulder, loose with a few strands of auburn hair hanging about her heart shaped face. The navy colored uniform was an odd combination for her dark blue eyes, though the slightest twinkle could have them standing out. She didn't have the best coordination, but the one thing that she did have was speed. Push-ups? She could do about twenty before falling to the ground in defeat. But sprints? She could go and go without the slightest hint of fatigue. It might have been the fact that she was such a strong swimmer. Mermaid abilities, for the win. She watched as others began to fill up the field, and she was one of the few who had already stretched out her legs and back. Those were the two parts of her body that could really grow sore. As everyone arrived and a few whispered among the crowd, Coach Blaze began to speak. Her eyes flickered over to him. One of the students beginning to lead stretches, she followed along, pulling a slender arm over her chest to tug, feeling the stretch and closing her eyes a moment, listening for the M's to come around. When it did, and August was called, she called out, "Present." Her voice was rather different, low for a female, but still feminine. Her stray locks of hair blowing in the breeze, she heard the coach's next order. Nodding at all of the rules she already knew from the past, she would smile as she heard the mile was first. She could do this. Easily. But it was almost the only thing she could do. As he started the clock and sent them off, she allowed her small frame to dart off, legs easily stretching out for her feet to catch onto the track, her arms moving along with her as she bolted off past many of the students, some sending shocked looks at each other. Most failed to take note that the female was a mermaid, so the small female being able to run so quickly came as a slight shock. ||E||

11:09:40 [Brax] Had him a study period. One, free-as-fuck study period. Generally he managed to get himself in enough mess to land himself in Study Prison, but to land himself in that kind of fate, within the first week, was a little ridiculous even for Kennedy. Rather than confining himself to the offered classroom, library, dormitory or anywhere else indoor the Shifter had given himself leave to 'study' outside. The book in his hands was open, but he went no further in pretending to work. Instead, he and Jed who were lounging on Courtyard benches were propped up perfectly to watch Coach Blaze torture their underclassmen. Both had already experienced a Sixth Year P.E class, and it had not been pretty. With the natural Athleticism of a Shifter, he'd kept up with the back-breaking workout, and managed to keep himself relatively obedient, and relatively well behaved. Lounging on the stone bench there was a grid plastered on his chiselled features. Why? He was beginning to see that this class of P.E had itself some Grade A scenery. A typical straight man, he didn't pay much of any attention to Patrick, but focused his attention on the girls, casting his eyes on August with a soft “Mm.” Obviously, there was no recognition of her being 'the burger girl'. Now his attention swung to Lara Locke's ass when she bent to touch her toes. Throwing caution to the wind, his fingers came to his lips in an obnoxiously loud wolf whistle. “Nice ass Locke!” Jed who was equally obnoxious was giving the air a spank whilst singing, badly, Apple bottom jeans, boots with the furrrrr.

11:18:51 [Trix] As it were, Trix would have a free period. Time to merely sit and relax, enjoy the moments of not having to learn something for about an hour. The girl was intensely happy as the morning had be, thus far quite the kafuffle. Having felt trapped within the confines of the large institution, Trix’s first reaction was to head outside. Get some free air, find a nice place to sit down and read. Books in hand, the young female manoeuvred her form, her black polished shoes traipsing over the stone flooring as she made her way outside. The breath of fresh air that hit her was welcomed in by a soft inhalation before being expelled in a even more gentle sigh. It felt good. Her pale blond hair was free of binds today, and the gentle breeze whipped it lightly as wisps danced around her features, while almond shaped eyes surveyed the courtyard, the blue pools accentuated by the clear hue of the sky. Lips parted into a soft grimace however as she heard the cat-calling from the boys, though they were in the area she planned on studying herself. Knowing Brax and his rude, perverted antics, Trix wasn’t put off by them in the least. If fact, to her - he was just being a guy. Like most guys were that age, Trix was use to them being around having been in school with them for some time. They were friends and as such, the every friendly Trix would saunter her way toward the lads, eyes coming to land upon Brax while she shook her head gently. “You know this isn’t a construction sight, you guys..” The smile that played upon her rose-tinted lips however was merry, far from the scolding tone she’d taken to say the words. For a moment, she peered toward the field, catching the students and teacher preparing for Gym Class. Thank goodness she was done that class for the day. “Mind if I sit here”? She questioned, turning her attention back to the males, not sure what their intentions were. “If you plan on studying, I brought my text book too, maybe we can study together?”

11:25:23 Lara threw her head back with melodic laughter, “Lucky me, I have biceps!” This was said to Patrick as she flexed one slender arm. Absolutely nothing happened. Her lean muscle may of tensed but their were no 'bulge' so to speak, and she certainly wasn't the physically strongest, not when compared with any of the other races. Were's were very, very strong, Shifters born athletics, and even Mer and Fae had more strength on them from swimming and slight. She followed the boy in stretches, and rolled her eyes heavenward as Brax made his comments but there was a smile on those plush lips of hers, and she may have given him a wink and a blown kiss as she continued to stretch, but who's counting? When her name was called, her attention shifted to Xan. “Present,” she practically purred. He was the resident T.I.L.F for the girls, and she was more than pleased to find herself in his Physical Education class. Her appreciative, and unhidden checking out dropped with a shocked expression as he delivered the bad news. A mile? A dancer didn't run miles. Grumbling about child abuse, she darted into a run. The girl was graceful and limber, and fast in short sprints. A mile, was not a sprint. No athlete, she fell easily behind August and panted in her effort to complete the mile quickly enough.

11:31:09 Patrick “Biceps? Are those what those things on my arms supposed to be called? Who knew?... Straaaaange” he commented, looking at his arms. Poor slender little fae. His name was called, so Patrick spoke up “Oi!”. Some kid led them on stretches, and he stretched, trying his best… but it was hard to take any of this seriously. Oh yeah! Coach Blaze. Like Johnny Blaze from Ghost Rider. Only, with nothing similar between them other than the last name… Pat’s head worked in some pretty mysterious ways. Why was the coach introducing himself? Wasn’t this a class of mostly people who have already been here a few years? Maybe the coach took one too many knocks to the head? Yeah, so he is forced to live every day of his life like he was teaching first year students. Like that guy on My Name is Earl, who forgets everything he did when he went to sleep, so the guy would live every day the same way. While they were stretching, some big guy, Brax started trying to use his Charms to woo some of the women folk. would laugh. “Oh shit. This must be one of the bad boys that the girls love because he seemingly has no respect for women. I’m sure deep down he’s really a good guy… Ooooooor he’s just a real jackass. It goes either way. He looks more like one of that tough exterior, I’d place years of watching Generic Teen television on saying that he’s a real softie at heart” he commented mostly to himself. However, the coach started them on running! Oh boy! A test partially of speed and partially of endurance! Patrick looked around. He didn’t say the Mile had to be finished through running, right? Nope. He said that a mile had to be completed. Just like in the Fairlyodd Parents, there’s always a loophole. However, the coach then said that a second one would need to be Ran. So, Patrick merely assumed that the coach lacked the mental faculties needed to formulate the sentence in the right fashion. Soooo, Patrick decided to hedge his bets and not complete the mile in record time with flight. Instead, the small little Fae would choose to run the dam thing like one of those Neanderthals that were like the guys from Gears Of War. 90% shoulders. Apparently, that was what was ‘attractive’ these days. I don’t want to live in this world anymore. And they were off! Everyone had their own approach. Some people sprinted… Patrick took the steady Jog approach. Hah. Go ahead, Hares run yourself into the ground… This here turtle gonna steadily win the race.

11:46:29 Xan watched them run off and shook his head a little when Brax and his friends made their comments, "The Peanut Gallery will shut its collective bloody mouths unless they want their asses beat in their next weightlifting session!" His then decided to address Partick's smart mouth, "Patrick! Don't make me give you extra laps! Just shut your mother and run!" He moved toward the bin that held the equipment for today's activities. He drew out four soccer balls and tossed one to each of the four delineated fields that used every inch of available grass space. There were goals at each end of the non-regulation fields. The point of his class was to get these hooligans off their asses and exercise, but he also looked at it as a way to get their used to their abilities. These would be very specialized soccer games. There was also a second bin overflowing with breathable red mesh vests so that teams could be told apart on each field. He checked the stop watch. Two minutes to go.

11:50:45 [August`] Hearing the loud wolf whistle, she hadn't looked back as she was already running. Apparently, someone was diggin' Lara's ass. She hadn't really spoken to Lara, but most knew who she was. She'd said a few things to the girl, and yet she knew nothing about her. As she ran, she paid no mind to others, in her own world as she easily moved around the track, sticking to one lane as one was supposed to do. Track and field? She could probably do it. A minute and a half winding down, the halfway point, only a werewolf was ahead of her. She didn't mind coming in first or last, as long as she didn't have to run another lap, but then again... Peering over to see soccer balls, she frowned. She was good at the running with the ball part, but not the shooting. Maybe she would just... Hm. Well, moving to the finish line, she crossed it just after the werewolf, and the two of them slowed, her auburn locks a bit dishevelled atop her head as the werewolf turned, a grin across his face. "You're pretty quick, mermaid." She smiled sheepishly, avoiding his gaze as she looked over at the soccer balls. As long as she wasn't goalie, everything would be fine. Teeth clamping down on her lower lip, her arms wrapped around herself, their eyes moving to the others who still ran around the track. She didn't realize just how quick she really was. Looking over slightly, that is when she saw him. Her face paled. Great, this is exactly what she needed. The guy that embarrassed her with a burger down her chest was now going to watch her royally suck at soccer. Could the day get any better? ||E||

12:01:57 [Brax] He wasn't surprised when Lara flirted back. New and obviously popular she had taken every challenge he had thrown at her and even once put him in his place. Brax gave her a wink in return, but left her be for the moment. Instead, he watched as the grunts began to run. He was surprised to see a girl almost leading the pack, and was always amused to watch smaller guys attempt to make it, he and Jed snickered at Patrick because a small guy like that, was fair game. The Peanut Gallery wasn't threatened by Blaze's warning, accounted to the fact that jocks liked to test the limit during weights and besides, Lara was crossing his path during her mile. When she came close enough he called out, “You know you're mine tomorrow, right?” Jed snorted his laughter, and the two bro-fisted because they were The Peanut Gallery. Could you expect any different? When Trix came to join them he gave a gallant pat of his thigh. “Be my guest, dollface.” Her offer that they study together had Jed snickering and explaining “Sure you can study with us. We're bird-watching though, Transfig's orders.” In Transfiguration it was necessary to study other animals and objects. By 'bird' watching, he blatantly admitted that all they intended to do for the entire period, was watch some girls working out. Brax was doing just that, when Jed called his attention “Hey isn't that.. that girl you burgered?” He'd shouted it pretty loudly, and pointed out August. Brax's turned his molten amber eyes to the Mer, and admitted quietly “Ah, think so.” So he'd been in a bad mood. Making a girl cry wasn't his proudest moment, especially now that he realised she was a looker.

12:07:49 [Trix] Little Miss Bookworm held her book under her arm, her head canting as Brax would speak, her gaze lazily wandering between both males, while occasionally being pulled toward the others when the Gym teacher shouted out his commands. Trix had kept pretty busy over the last few days since the start of school, focusing and getting right back into her studies again, despite the events that had occurred, some of which still left a sickly feeling within her gut, a sinking feeling that something more terrible was going to happen. Though, she managed to brush it aside as best she could. Rumors were often flaring around school and Trix was well aware of most, she liked to be kept abreast of situations while remaining in the background. She wasn’t one that needed the limelight to excel, or like wise she wasn’t one who had to prove something to others. For the most part, she was content with who she was, though, she did get a little jealous around some of the females for most were so incredibly pretty, it seemed almost unfair. None had small points on their ears as Trix, or the almond shaped eyes that were equally fae like having inherited them from her mother. At times, Trix felt out of place because of this, but she did her best to ignore the facets of life in that regard. She was who she was. People either liked her or they didn’t. She could accept that - or at least she tried too. The pat to the thigh was given a roll of her eyes, though as Jed spoke, Trix’s face lit up into a smile. “Bird watching! Oh.. That’ll be fu..” she paused, suddenly realizing as a flush of pink rolled over her cheeks, and she was left shaking her head as she caught grasp of the full meaning behind the words. Opting to not sit on Brax’s thigh as indicated, she gathered herself to the end of the bench, lowering herself to sit, both feet planted on the ground, legs closed like a proper lady would. Book was opened on her lap to the appropriate page, though she turned again toward the other two guys. “Why did you do that, yesterday, Brax? I mean, I know you can be mean, shallow and all of the above, but a burger in her chest. You really embarrassed her you know.” There was a pause as her lips curved into a smile. “You should be careful, one day someone will get you back for all the stunts you’ve pulled. I think I’d like to be around to see that..” Eyeing Jed, then Brax, then back to the book - her words spoken in a teasing, near jovial manner though. In her mind, the situation would be quite funny.

12:18:50 Lara sprinted at first, but never the type to wear herself down, she slowed to a little more than a jog. She didn't want to become a sweating mass of ugly in front of everyone, did she? Panting breaths left her full, parted lips, and her pristine pony-tail swung down her back. She may have been running rather close to Patrick, but he could have overt-taken her at some point. When she passed by 'The Peanut Gallery' and Brax mentioned the next night she smiled, for everyone knew Siren's loved receiving attention. Lots of it. The world revolved around Lara's pretty head, and everyone had best get used to it. She waited until she'd almost passed him, turned to run backward a few steps and replied with “No, you're mine.” Then she was turning on her heel once more and sprinting for the finish line, only making it just on time to save herself another dreaded lap. Out of breath, she leant forward, hands propping herself on her thighs. When almond-shaped orbs of Jade caught sight of the soccer balls she groaned, and muttered to August and Patrick, for they were the closest, “Soccer? Seriously? If I have any bruises for tomorrow, I'm going to kill Blaze.” It was a matter of students picking their teams, despite her limited athletic ability, Lara would never be picked last. She was swift and nimble, smaller and hard to catch but that wasn't why she would be picked first. A resident Queen Bee, in only days she'd accumulated a throng of friends and followers even after her screaming fit in the girls bathroom. If anything, it had only made her more popular. Miss Locke rose to a proper stand, her arms coming to cross over the swell of her bust as she awaited the Professor's instruction.

12:22:56 Patrick Coach heard what he said? He might as well have said it louder, then! Instead he gave the coach a Salute. Patrick was in his own little world and making good time. Time for the home stretch. His steady pace was now ratcheted up as he now sprinted the last leg of the race. Some of the other guys were way ahead of him in finishing, but ya know what? Honey badger don’t give a shit. The last leg of the mile would have Patrick running faster than he had been. Not super sprinting, energy was still being conserved, but it would allow him to finish the mile with no problems time wise. By his count, about two minutes will have passed… which meant he would be finishing with time to spare! And soon! The little Fae kid would cross line. Signifying that he had ran a mile. He slowed to a stop and adjusted his glasses and moved his hair out of his eyes. “Ah!” the Irish accent sounded, as he saw the balls. “Football, eh?” he asked sort of loudly as he walked over to one and poked it with his toe ever so slightly. Stuff was going on around him. Apparently the Peanuts gang was dealing with some sort of drama. He decided to figure out who was who. The loud guy, Brax would probably be Lucy. The other guy, would probably be Charlie… Since Lucy secretly wanted Charlie, it was so blatantly obvious. The girl could be Marcie. The peanuts gang was woefully incomplete. Taking a few deep breaths he waited for the coach to give them their next set of instructions. Which would probably be: Play Football! Yeah! Cause we’re British and we love that game! That’s how he imagined Brits thought. “Football, yeah? Cool” he decided to offer up a contrarian opinion to some of the others. Why were they calling it Soccer? Weird ass Brits.

12:35:06 Xan nodded to August when she finished second behind the werewolf, "Nicely done." He checked the stop watch and, exactly at the three minute mark, he blew a shrill blast on the whistle. He turned to look at students, still running and shouted, "Anyone who hasn't finished, you've just earned yourself another four laps. Pick up the bloody pace!" he turned to those who had finished and nodded, "Good. Teams of five. The first six who finished pick your teams." Since there were ten kids still running, it all pretty much worked out. He waited for teams to be picked and then moved the rolling bin of vests into the middle of the group, ointed out three teams, "You three teams will wear these. Now, football is one of my favorites here at Hex. The only traditional rule that still applies is that you may not touch the ball with your hands. Everything else is fair game. You may use your powers however you see fit, but remember! Any serious injuries and the perpetrator will by reported to the headmaster and they will get the lash! Do you understand?" That general assent and he nodded. He selected teams to face off and told them which field would be theirs. He followed the students and after they had decided who would play what positions and faced off at the mid line, he blew the whistle to start all the games simultaneously. He would pace around between the fields watching. Every now and then he would shout things like, "Get that weak shit off my field and play!" Or, "You should be ashamed of yourself! Move your ass!" He never stopped a game in progress, however.

12:40:30 [August`] Hearing his friend call out the memory, her brows furrowed, fingers rising to rub at the back of her neck. Shaking her head slightly, her eyes met Braxton's for a mere moment until she had to look away, cheeks flaming as the werewolf looked over to her, his brows risen. "Burgered?" Jaw clenched, she shrugged, trying to pretend she didn't know what that meant. Though the embarrassed, almost pained look in her eyes might have given her away. She felt odd, knowing that most everyone would now know - if they didn't already - that she was the girl that Brax embarrassed in the middle of the hall. Even worse? He got away with it. Worse still, she wouldn't dare tell anyone. As the others began to accumulate in the field beside she and the werewolf, her eyes turned to Lara, something of an acquaintance. They knew each others' names, and exchanged a few words here and there, but it hadn't exceeded that. Hearing her words, she cracked a small smile, replying, "Sports aren't really my thing. I prefer running. And just running." She shrugged a bit towards the female, indigo-hued eyes looking her way. As Coach began speaking again, she heard that she would have to pick a team, but she figured people would sort of be shouting out at her. Looking out towards the others, she smiled towards Lara. She may as well try to make a friend in the process. Pointing to Patrick and then picking up other promising werewolves or mages, her team was moved to the field closest to the Peanut Gallery, or... In other words, her worst nightmare. Go figure. She almost brought it up to Coach, but merely moving along, she would ask her team, "Anyone want to be goalie? I'm surely not." Scoffing a bit, if no one else were to volunteer, a large werewolf would merely go to the goal, another team matched up with theirs. Her brow furrowed, she couldn't help but to peek over towards the three observing them, hoping that they were through talking about her burger incident. ||E|

12:43:33 [Brax] So the Shifter King had secured himself a date in the short week before the Masquerade. Who would have expected any different? He found himself feeling a little sheepish as Trix began to interrogate him, and he habitually tousled his shock of tawny hair and shrugged his wide shoulders. It wouldn't suit to admit that he felt bad about it and had taken his temper out on a girl who had only gotten a little too big for her boots. “Ah well. Tits are my favourite thing ever. Burgers are my second favourite. So I decided to put them together and make something magic.” Now the Adonis was grinning away the moment of awkwardness, and Jed only encouraged the jock with his laughter. “What ya gonna do, Trix? Shifters gonna shift. Haters gonna hate.” There. It was explained. Making conversation, he eyed the babe beside him, “You found yourself a date yet, Trix?”

12:53:04 Trix watched as Brax made (to her) more of a fool of himself by pushing aside her words and questions with a joke. Though Trix was perceptive enough to note her words had made him think amount. For the smallest glimpse in his eye changed momentarily before the brash character returned to the now. Deep down she knew Brax was feeling bad - it was a gut instinct, but she laid the question down, leaving it alone. He’d given his excuses. “Ah I see. I suppose that makes sense..” As she laughed, the throaty tone was alluring in how it flowed while the minx herself turned her attention back to her book for the moment. Turning the page, she realized she wasn’t truly focused on the item itself and therefore closed the book with a soft sigh then lowered it to the ground. Eyes of blue peered upward to Jed and Brax as the question came to her about the Masquerade. She was well aware of the Ball. In fact most students were - it was an exciting event that was happening and even Trix found herself looking forward to such a thing. It wasn’t often one got to get dressed up - and not have to wear their school uniform. She angled her slender form on the bench, twisting to see the two as another flush of red rose to her cheeks, but she naturally shrugged it off. She hadn’t thought about a date and no one had thought to ask her yet. Mainly because she was typically doing her studies or hidden behind a book somewhere. Though, she was embarrassed to answer, she did her best to hide it. “No. I don’t have a date but I’ve not been looking. And I thought the boys were suppose to ask the girls anyhow? Isn’t that how these things work?” She quipped trying to not feel the anxiousness that welled up inside. Would she be the only female without a date? In her year? Chances are it would likely be so. “I’m sure you both have dates, no doubt. Some pretty model type creature to hold on your arms to add to your studdliness..” She quipped, the smile playing on her lips as she nudged Brax with her elbow, trying to pull the attention away from herself and back onto the man who loved the very thing.

13:01:43 Lara remained particularly irritable about the sport chosen but then, athletics or anything physical education related wasn't really her thing. Her lean, shapely form had been inherited not worked for, and while she was fit enough due to her experience and skill with dancing, there was no 'strength' nor sporting knowledge to assist her. A competitive Miss, she didn't take kindly to playing a game unless she was sure she would win. Her eyes slid, piercing effervescent eye roaming his muscular form and his masculine countenance. Mmmmm. Wait, what? Apparently they could use their Gifts. The French girl announced, “I'm okay with this. So, okay with this.” The injuries 'thing' would prove a little difficult. How exactly did one make use of the Fire Element without causing injury? Lara was a girl whom luck, or whatever Deity was in rule seemed to smile upon <i>and, in other words, she was almost certain there would be no lash for her, did she 'accidentally' burn someone's face off. The smile sent her way from the fast girl, 'August' or something who she heard had been humiliated by her new date was considered an invitation to her team. Again, so okay with this. Ever the confident youth, she slung her arm around the taller girls shoulders. “We've got this in the bag. I'll be goalie.” Standing in a box where she wouldn't have to exert herself, and had the full leave and immunity to oncoming tackles meant she could concentrate like a beast. That other team? They were goners. Lara's team was notably the vestless side of things, and she jogged to the goal she would protect at all costs from any incoming missiles. The brunette bent forward, hands on her thighs to prop herself as she waited for the whistle. When it blew? Those Jade eyes took to the haze of concentration, power tingling in her fingertips and burning through her like liquid fire. So, got this. Already the other team was coming at her. An Air Mage who was pushing the ball as much with his foot as the air, easily keeping it pushed from the control of any others. Before he could get anywhere, near her goal, Lara had plucked her handy-dandy pink zippo from her pocket, flicked a flame while her other hand was shifting, already conjuring. The flame was pulled from the zippo with a flick of her right hand, eyes narrowing as she wielded the the fire in a circle until it grew larger and larger. In seconds she's evolved a small flame to a a ball of fire which, with a swing of her arm she sent on the field. Rather than aiming for the student or the ball, she blocked his path by setting the grass alight. Lara's head canted as she beckoned and coaxed the fire to rise, creating what was more or less a wall of fire that kept the player from coming any closer. When he turned left to work his way around it, she drew the wall wider, until it reached from one end of the field to the other. A couple of players were locked on this side, but the ball was on the other.

13:13:19 Patrick Oh boy! This was like all those Shows. The anxiety of getting picked. Apparently the girl, August picked him and some others to play on her team. For a moment, he thought about being funny and being like a character from this American TV show, Rafi, from The League. Going all out, ripping off his shirt, even though it was not necessary at all… and taking things way too seriously. Apparently they were moving towards the Peanuts gang. He now decided to assign Peanuts names to others. Coach Blaze was obviously any adult from the TV show. Patrick would be Snoopy, because Snoopy was awesome. Goalie? Nope. Patrick didn’t find the idea of using his head to stop a ball, all that enticing. Besides… Being a forward was always more fun. “Yeah. No problem” the small Irish kid piped up. “I got forward, I just need two wing mates”he said looking at whoever didn’t run to play goalie. Slight smile was accompanied with his right hand adjusting his glasses ever so. Patrick waited for people to speak up, as he corralled a ball and proceeded to occupy himself for a moment by juggling the ball ever so between his two feet. Long high loops as he waited for the other team to organize themselves as well. “Anyways. I’m Patrick…” the talkative yet awkward Fae would introduce himself. Yes. These misfits don’t look like much, but with enough work they will make their way through the big tournament, defeat the team of bullies, and finally make a name for themselves! Instead. This just seemed like a sort of social time. Patrick liked football, so this was a time for him to be enthusiastic about something for a small amount of time. The little Fae’s wings unfurled themselves. Nothing out of the ordinary about them. They looked like that of any normal Fae. Eventually he kicked the ball towards the center and lined up, staring at some huge kid. That’s cool. The small Fae smiled and focused. Once everyone was lined up and ready the whistle blew for the game to begin. The whistle blew and the guy used air powers to push past him. Yeah! Starting off on the right foot! The Fae took off into the air and followed, through flight. Their goalie decided to create a huge fire wall. “Well! That’s one way of keeping them at bay…” he mumbled and moved to swoop in. Patrick began using his sparkly-fairy magic to coax the ball away from him as he was distracted by the wall of fire. He came in from the side, used a hooked foot to scoop the ball up and into the air. Next, Patrick shot towards the ball as it eventually gave into gravity and started to fall. Slight use of his magic kept it in place long enough for him to deliver some strange, unnecessary, and extravagant spinning Kick-thing to launch the ball shooting past the team’s Blockers and goalie… straight into the goal. “Yeah! Go team…” he said as he landed on the ground.

13:18:26 Xan Not only was his version of this game totally unfair for anyone who wasn't very good with their powers, but it also forced people to use their brains. He turned to look at the field where August, Lara, and Patrick were playing and couldn't help but chuckle as Lara created a wall of fire in the grass. It wasn't against the rules until someone got burned. Or set on fire. Those vests were somewhat flammable. Of course, it wouldn't last very long. The air mage had the ball stolen from him by Patrick and the Fae on their team gave chase through the air. The air mage and a water mage on his team attacked the flames together to put them out to get at the goal and the slender girl guarding it. Not only had she effectively shut out the opposing team for the moment, but she had also isolated herself from her teammates. Save for Patrick who could just fly over the flames. His attention was turn to another field where a deliberately harsh sliding tackle ended with the audible crack of breaking bones and a scream of pain. He stalked onto the field, grabbed the perpetrator to his feet and shoved him toward the main building, "Headmaster's office now! If you don't have lashes on your back when I come to check on you you'll get double!" The player sulked off the field and Xander carried the injured teen off the field so that the now 4v4 match could resume. He looked toward where Brax was sitting with Jed and Trix, "Oi! One of you run and get the doctor!"

13:19:55 [August`] As she moved towards the field, and Lara offered to be goalie, she couldn't help but to feel a bit sick. Smiling a bit towards Patrick, though, she forced a smile, "I'm August..." Lara's arm slung over her shoulder, her brow furrowed, and she would see the werewolves changing, becoming something more, where she was completely out of her element. A mermaid. What could she do? There was no source of water here. Shaking her head, she would dart away, a blur as she sprinted towards the building, breezing right past the Peanut Gallery - knowing her team would surely be able to handle things without her. Stopping outside the door, she closed her eyes, fingers rubbing at them slightly as she tried to catch her breath, which came in gasps now as she knew she was stressing out. Too much was happening in these few days, and tomorrow? The dance? How embarrassing. Everyone was talking about how they were going with this person or that person. August? She was going with no one. A burger stain on her shirt, maybe. Leaning against the wall by the door to the gym, she tilted her head back, swallowing. Would anyone follow her? She doubted it. She made sure to leave when Coach had his back turned. And really, she didn't know whether or not he would even care. If he did, she would have to tell him that this activity was plain unfair to those of them who were mermaids. Sure, she was fast, but against those with fire and strength, she was a small fly on their windshield. ||E||

13:26:37 [Brax] A result of placing the Masquerade only after one week of classes, just as many students who would come with dates, would come without. The Freshmen had barely met their peers, new students hadn't settled in, and the younger forms were as likely as having the balls to talk to the opposite sex, as a pig was to sprout wings and fly. That thought actually made him consider attempting to Shift himself that way, but Brax wouldn't risk his rep' by channelling a pig. Not a chance. “Give me a girl that's got the balls to ask, any day.” Probably not the best way to describe it. Kennedy very much enjoyed his women without balls, just clarifying. “You just heard me ask mine, dollface. That French girl, remember?” First day back he and Trix had eaten lunch with Locke. Only days ago but it seemed like weeks had passed. “Jed's taking Maya.” One of the Sixth Year Shifters that was a part of their group, but obviously not considered one of the boys because she had these two, eye-catching mounds of flesh on her chest. Mm. He quite liked those. Speaking of things he liked, Lara in the nearest field was bending over again, and when she turned and stood a bit he had a nice view of her chest. Brax's fingers rose and he wolf-whistled yet again, trying to distract her after the girl had conjured a wall of fire that if left untamed would ruin the Hex grounds but with Ether on their side, an Earth Mage could as easily fix the damage she did in the same way a Healer could heal, no scar and all, any student that was injured. Provided they weren't already dead. “That's gotta hurt.” He commented to his company, pointing to the next field over where some kid had broken something. Then Blaze was sending one of them to the Healers and Brax was quick to, “That's you brah.” Spoken to Jed. The other Shifter wasn't pleased because he was enjoying the show of staring at Lara and the occasional mutilation of other kids but, with a smack upside Brax's head he accepted the decision and jogged off to get the Healer whilst singing lougly “Apple bottom jeans boots with the fuurr. The way she moving that thing, Shawty get low. Sweat dropped down my balls.” Apparently he wasn't good at remembering lyrics to a single song. Trix and Brax were left alone.

13:35:24 [Trix] The screech of pain was heard over those playing on the field as Beatrix’s head darted upward, her body lurching to the side as she stood, peering toward the football players. One had gotten hurt and from what it appeared, badly. This was soon confirmed by the stern voice of Blaze who bellowed out toward the small group she found herself sitting within. Get a Doctor!… Trix was immediately concerned for whomever it was that had been hurt, though she had no healing powers herself to help with the situation. However that wouldn’t stop her from being a part of things as she would look to Brax. “Shouldn’t we go out there to help?” Thoughts of the Ball were still plaguing her mind. Of course she -could- ask someone but she’d been so busy as of late with school and studies it had hardly been a priority. Thinking she had enough time on her hands to get everything done, she realized just how close to the Ball they truly were and time was running out. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s gone alone however and likely wouldn’t be the last. “Come on, I think we should go over..” meaning to the field as her hand motioned to tug at Brax, her words spoken in true concern. The touch given was light, but enough for him to feel the woman for it was within her hands held the gift of power. At least from her Mother’s side. Alluring in ways she didn’t imagine she could be, Trix when she used her Fae gifts became very much an intricate creature, enigmatic in the way most didn’t, nor had they really gotten to truly know her. There was something elusive about the girl that often left others wondering, thinking - though they never fully got what it was. She had the ability to manipulate via a touch, to control via a simple word with graceful fingers that her connection to Brax would be felt momentarily by the male, unless there was some reason for him to block the surprising touch. After a moment, she released the grip on his hand, though began to run toward the Football field, making her way toward the scene of the injury, her full hues, vivid in their blue coloring peering toward Blaze, then down toward the Student. “Anything I can do to help”? She questioned, before whispering a few words as the Earth underneath the student became softer, the grass thicker, the area much like a mattress as the student remained where they were due to broken bones. Trix was merely trying to make them more comfortable while waiting.
13:41:30 Lara 's wall of fire had all but been doused by some Water pansy just in time for her to see as Patrick made a goal. “He shoots!” She shouted, “He scooooooress!” The girl was jumping up and down in her little goalie box, relatively alone given that most of the players were down the other end. She didn't notice the Mer leaving either, for she was too busy doing a victory dance of some form. Lara was momentarily distracted by a whistle coming from The Peanut Gallery and in the seconds wasted turning to look, she'd missed the advancement of the game where a Shifter, who had no one on him (courtesy of August), on the opposing side was coming at her with the ball. He passed to the air guy, just as she turned to look. Acting quickly with her Zippo, let there be light, and she was wielding her flames to form another ball of fire she'd use for a wall. But she wasn't quick enough. As his leg made to kick the ball, the Siren acted on competitive instinct and threw before she thought. The orb of burning flames moved with the same speed as the football, and hit the poor guy straight in the chest, easily setting the flammable vest alight as he screamed and dropped to the ground. Lara didn't notice. She'd got him just after he kicked and somehow, will skill she didn't know she possessed, the petite little Miss threw herself in the air and blocked. The ball got her straight in the breasts which hurt like a mother, as did gravity when she landing sprawled on the grass after her leap of death. One thing registered. One thing mattered. Lara had stopped the ball. Slender arms shot up in victory fists before the winded girl even tried to clamber to her feet. “Did you see that?! Lara for MVP!”

13:53:43 Patrick What was going on in the other game? Patrick didn’t pay much attention to it. Once again, they lined up and the other team started it off. Again, the prick with the air powers shot past him. This time, as Patrick moved to give chase he was tied up in a struggle with the Fae on the other team. “C’Mon mate. We’re brothers in arms here” the Irish kid said as the two tried to block the other from moving. Patrick was too tied up to make a move on the guy who was now taking a shot at the goal. She just set someone on fire. Wasn’t that against the rules? Yeah. Pretty sure it was. “Fuuuuck” he muttered and finally made his way around the other Fae. Right in time to watch Lara stop the ball. “Grats! But put it back into play!” he swooped around the goal. She needed to give it to him or one of the other forwards. What was going on in the other field didn’t matter to him. The little Fae was busy having fun! If she put the ball up in the air, Patrick seemed to have the slight edge on the other Fae in terms of speed and control… so he would be able to get to it first. But of course, there was no telling what the little fireball would do.

14:10:01 Xan watched as Jed reluctantly walked off to go get a healer mage and turned back to the youth who had been injured. He heard a soft feminine voice behind him and turned to look at Trix, "You want to help? I suggest you do what you can to help him get comfortable." Something behind Trix caught his attention. There was a ball of fire streaking toward the young air mage. It struck him in the chest and ignited the vest, making his scream. The kid panicked, waving his arms around turning in circles trying to put himself out as the fire burned through his shirt and hit his flesh. Xander was already moving, sprinting for the boy. He slammed into the burning kid and shouted for the water mage, "Douse him! Douse him now!" He had rolled away as the boy began rolling in the grass to try and put himself out. The water mage helped and soon he was out, but he had suffered serious burns. He told the water mage to be gentle as she helped him off the field. He turned and stalked toward Lara, "The bloody hell was that?! Get to the headmaster's office! Now!" He pointed up toward the school, glaring at her all the while. When she was well on the way toward the school he'd turn toward the rest of the students. He didn't see August and he swore to himself. He pointed out one of the kids wearing a red vest, "Switch teams. Corner kick for the vest team." Then he walked off the field to check on the two injured kids.

14:21:04 [Brax] He was watching a few games going on. Now that he'd seen the crush of bones, there hadn't been any need to continue watching that paused game. No there was no concern in Braxton's eyes, not when they had shifted to watch Lara's impromptu 'victory dance' and then the action that followed. “Shit, that had to hurt.” This is what happened when Xander allowed multiple games with Gifts allowed to run at once. He wasn't going to be able to control them all. “Uh.” His attention drifted back to Trix who was tugging on his arm, and for a moment he found himself willed to rise and assist the injured underclassman. When he did get to his fist, his attention was robbed by a Xan's loud yelling at Lara, snapping him from the hold the beautiful Fae had gripped of him. “I... no. Healers will fix it, kid will be fine.” Another day at Hex with so many powerful kids in one place, the Healers had full hands every single day. “You go ahead. I forgot I had to be somewhere.” Lie, and not one he tried hard to cover. So he didn't care about an injured kid? Did everyone? Brax left the stone bench when Trix did, and headed back inside. Meanwhile, the Healer Jed had sent for arrived on scene.

14:23:06 [Violette] Snuffing out her cigarette she slipped from her hiding place, walking through the courtyard grounds Violette kicked a rock. She'd gotten out of P.E. because of 'horrible cramps' -- she didn't want to run around like a fucking moron. Hearing the commotion violet hues flickered as she walked up just quick enough to see a kid being douched on water, as Lara was snapped at to go to the headmaster's office. Taking in a deep breath she shook her head, this was all very interesting to say the least -- shoving her hands in her pockets she shivered slightly. It'd been a messed up few days, walking slowly she passed Lara -- tonguing the inside of her cheek she nibbled her lower lip "Smooth..." she whispered the words towards the siren girl, a smirk dancing over her lips she bat her lashes. Violette was clad in the standard uniform, but she chose not to fix her skirt, it was still hemmed shorter than it should have been. Violette had been snapped at about it more times than she could count, but yet no one had 'forced' her to do so -- lifting a hand she rubbed the back of her neck eyes landing on Brax as he moved to go back into the school -- lifting a hand she saluted him in a lazy manner.

14:24:47 Basilio Clear skies gave birth to a bright an promising day. Not even a steady breeze had graced the campus this morning. Today he had a free period. Unlike the others that we replaying ability allowed sports for P.E. he was free to do as he wished. So he had decided to do a little light training, some cardio, and practice drills. So today he was wearing his simple running shoes, along with the school P.E. uniform. His hands were wrapped in a fighters bandage, much in the same style as boxers. Making his way out to the field in a steady slow jog, he held his hands up to his jaw line and threw punches into the air. He kept a steady pace, oblivious to what was happening. It helped that he had headphones in and was listening to music.

14:31:19 [Trix] Left to her own devices, she nodded to Xan as he snapped an order, though she took it merely from the male as being concerned. The male on the ground however needed much help and she gently touched the man with her hand, allowing him to feel the light of her Faeness deep within. “Shush.. Everything will be alright.” She cajoled letting an enigmatic smile play upon her lips, while the grass around the young man continued to be soft, some leaves and such motioning over him like a soft blanket of green. “The Healer will be here shortly. I promise.. You won’t feel much pain now.” As she controlled the male under the wanton tone of her voice. Other things were happening around her, but Trix was merely left alone. Brax had lied about needing to be somewhere and had long since left, and the other game was still going on until stopped by Xan, Lara being sent of the field. It wouldn’t take long for the Healer to arrive on the scene, thanks the Jed who’d actually done a good thing for once in his life. “Move away child..“ The elder woman was crotchety as she was aged, but she knew her work well and understood what was needed. Two other students had followed her out with a stretcher for the male to be placed upon after the Healer was done. Trix would back away from the small group, watching for the moment as the Healer placed her hands upon the boy, fixing those broken bones over a small amount of time, long enough to have him placed upon the stretcher. Before long, the party was moving off the field and Trix was left standing, gazing at them before she turned her attention toward the field where the fire had been. A few choice words were ushered and the grass had grown into place, leaving the field unscarred by the fire. Moments later, Trix herself was moving of the field, her slender form treading lightly over the grass, hips swaying slowly with her walk.

14:33:08 Lara clambered painfully to her feet, out of breath. Her chest was killing. Lara nodded with a grin to Patrick, barely noticing the injured screaming kid or Xan who was heading for her with murder in his eyes. “Okay!” The ball was thrown back into play, passed to Patrick when Xan arrived at the scene. Doe-eyed, she looked every bit the innocent Princess. “What?” He said they could use their abilities. Why was he yelling at her? Her arms crossed over the swell of her bust and she scowled her irritation at the Professor. “No! Why? I'm winning.” She couldn't believe she was being kicked from a game when she had practically sealed the deal for a win. Grumbling, “Fuck you.” she stomped one sneaker clad foot and stormed from the field, right into Violette who was supposed to be playing with them. Poor Patrick. Stuck on a team with a pansy who had run, and a psycho that tried to kill their opponents. “Implying that I'm going to the Headmaster's office. It's not like he'll check that I've been there.” After saying it, Lara began to feel a little better. Scoring a free rest of the period? Even better than winning. As for the 'lashes', the girl hadn't really been listening nor would she have understood. Her last Academy wasn't as violent and 'hands on' as Hex. Loitering on the edge of the field with Vi, it was clear she didn't understand the serious kind of trouble she was in. “Where have you been anyway?”

14:45:00 Xan 's attention wasn't on where Lara had stopped to talk to Violette. It was on the elderly woman who had come to heal the boy with the broken leg and the other who had severe burns on his upper body. He watched as she fixed the two of them and then turned toward the rest of the games. He walked between the fields before realizing that Lara was still on the side of the field talking to a girl who was supposed to be in this class. One that he had marked as absent earlier. He growled to himself and headed for them. He looked a little pissed to say the least. When he stopped in front of the two girls he looked first to Violette, "You, young lady, are supposed to be in this class. So if I ever I don't hear your name when I take roll, I will get someone to cover my class, I will find you and I will drag you out here. I don't give a shit if you're laying in bed dying from the plague." His gaze shifted to Lara and his brows perked, "I thought I just sent you off to the Headmaster's office? You've got a choice right about now. You can either walk yourself there right now, or I can find you after class and drag you there by the hair. It's up to you."