GYm Class(All Students)

[Landon Jacob Harper]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Landon was running late for work since his alarm clock did not go off this morning, he had just gotten out of the shower and in his track clothes before running out the door and to his car. He pulled up to the school parking lot and got out, closing his car before heading inside towards the gym. he was told that today he was to evaluate his students and what they are capable of doing in class.

Landon nodded then headed to get set up before his classes arrived, those words to him meant pain for his students. They would have to climb ropes run around the gym and even do a stupid course where you have to run and crawl and do other stupid things and look like an idiot while doing it. Landon had everything ready by the time his class showed up which was a good thing, he also grabbed some bottles of water from the cafeteria a few minutes ago.

He looked up at his class when they came in and sat down "Okay guys so instead of our normal schedule we have to test your abilities in gym and your skills, which to me is stupid but we also have to test my abilities as a teacher. " he shook his head and then smiled "Yet if we get through this quick I will stop gym and I will play you a few song son my guitar and you guys can relax for the rest of the class. So what do you say who wants to go first?"

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[Rorianna E. Quinn]

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Rorianna looked down at the obsacle course and snorted. She was sooo not doing this. She was sitting on the bleachers in her gym clothes which consisted of a baggy white t-shirt and black shorts that were probably a tad shorter than they should have been. She was wearing black socks with white rings around the top and a pair of chucks.

"I am sooooo not doing this." She growled. She took all of her gym requirements in her first two years for a reason, so she would not have to do shit like this anymore. Gym wasn't her thing. It wasn't because she was out of shape, or because she was a prissy little girl like most teens her age were nowadays reguardless of their gender. In fact, she was pretty physically fit, not to mention she had certain abilities that she adored, and usually excelled at sports and things of that nature. The principal of it was that she did not like sweating. It just wasn't her thing. Not only that, but with her pale complexion she bruised easily. It didn't hurt, but she usually got them pretty bad. Last time she played dodgeball she was asked who beat her up. End of story.

Her legs were crossed as were her arms. She could make herself hurl, or pass out. Logically she could just ditch, but they already seen her in class. She hadn't known they were going to make her do this bull. She could find someone who controlled earth, steal their powers and cause and earthquake, but she was sure someone would get caught for something on such a large scale. She was definitely thinking passing out was the best option here. She met a few telepaths in her day, and they could access parts in their brain that other people could not, and if she pushed the right buttons, she could just pass out. She didn't like the falling parts, but honestly that was inevitable.

Tag: All students
Word Count:398
Muse: pretty good
Date: unknown
Weather: unkown
Time of Day: morning?
Outfit: Here

[Janie Gordon]

Janie was so not in the mood for this. Usually it would be right up her street. A little bit of sweating and working the muscles could really sort out the tension and put your mind at ease.
She was sat quite near a gothy girl who she had seen maybe one or two times, around the place. She was in a pretty good mood considering and though she didn't mean to she heard that girls thoughts. She tried her best not to laugh, that girl was pretty funny. She also felt happier as she was confident that that girl was gifted too. It was nice to finally pin a gifted down through the masses.

Janie then changed her thought. Seen as everyone had to do this she might as well go first and get it over and done with. It was better than sitting around for god knows how long. But then again, she wasn't really one for putting herself out there. She wasn't really confident enough yet. She hadn't even talked to anyone yet, never mind made friends. Feeling invisible was sometimes comfortable and safe. She decided she would stick with safe for now but she would be one of the first to get it over and done with.

[Matthew Lee Stone]

Matthew stood at the back of the class, occasionally glancing at the course and then debating about it. He could do all of this just fine, really. At his old school they did drills with bits of what was before him daily. With a tiny smile, Matthew glanced down at the baggy white shirt and the black basketball shorts that were comfortable and would be easy enough to manuever with.

"Besides," he thought to himself with a smirk, "I could just lift a few things up and get this all done in a breeze then slip out of here before anyone noticed." Matt stood up from the bleachers, clearing his throat with a small grin.

"I'll go," he offered, raising his hand partially in the air. Matt walked down the bleachers, his head held a little higher as if he actually had confidence. He figured since no one knew him from being a new person, he could make an idiot out of himself, and just go back to being the person no one knew or cared about. What did he have to lose?

Matthew walked up to the teacher, refusing to look back behind him. "Just talk me through it once of what I have to do and it'll be done," he calmly said, the smile still tattooed upon his lips though he despised to be there. At his old school, people knew him and liked him. But here, no one cared. Why should he?