fandomhighdorms | The Gym, Friday Morning

Kate had told Warren she'd flown away from the crazy when she'd come to Fandom.

Now she'd started to realize that actually, leaving home had merely been a jump off the top of a figurative building. Sure, she'd gotten some distance between herself and the mess at home. But now the mess inside her was starting to seep out.

Her wings weren't working yet. She was still falling.

It wasn't exactly the easiest of thoughts to deal with, so today was a very good day to come down to the dance studio, to concentrate on her body and to get her mind to shut the hell up.

Later in the day, she had plans with Jason. For hanging out in his room. This could easily mean talking, or a massive make-out session, or a fight, or something else. She had no particular vision for what she wanted to happen; she'd deal with whatever it turned out to be when it was that time.

But it wasn't that time yet. Some mellow electro pop was playing, and Kate was at the barre. Focused.

[ooc: As always, post is open for all your gym/dance studio/Kate-bothering needs. ~~SP warning for the next couple of hours, though.~~ I'm around!]

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Hannibal tended to do his exercising outside but it was a little chilly today so he'd come down to the gym, already tugging off his shirt to get some kind of jog in.

He saw Kate at the last minute and sent a smirk her way but didn't say anything for the moment. He wasn't such an ass that he'd distract during something she looked intent on.

Dru found a place on the mats and started to stretch as she waited for Dinah to show up.

Kate was pretty damn concentrated on going through the five basic positions.

It was good for doing them right, but not so good for noticing the smirk. Or, y'know, Hannibal.

But hey, at least it gave him a chance to see a rare side of her. People would be forgiven for thinking she looked older when she was doing this. Or at least more mature. Her inner brat couldn't shine through when it was just her and the moves.

And he was content to watch, shirt draped around his shoulders. His inner brat could take a back seat to enjoying something nice every once in awhile. He wasn't staring but that smirk was a smile now.

And the quiet thoughts of knowing there was no way in hell he could do something like that and not injure himself.

Kate finished with the positions and stepped away from the barre, breaking out of whatever hypnosis the routine put her in. Time to decide what she wanted to do next. Maybe something for that choreography she'd been--

Oh. Hello Hannibal.

"...You been there long?" It wasn't an accusation by any means, just a way of figuring out just how spaced out she'd been.

"Not really," he said, shaking his head. "Long enough to watch a little. I didn't want to distract you so I was just watching until you saw me."

Dinah got there looking chipper, but not perky, and sporting a slowly purpling bruise on her jaw; focused on the spar to come. Possibly because last night's fight had drained off some of the frustration she hadn't even consciously been aware of until after the fight was over.

"Hey. So. Want to talk styles, or let it be a surprise?" she asked, starting to stretch after she stowed her gear.

"Ooh. How... creepy of you." Only not really. She grinned.

"It'd be creepy if I was at the doorway with binoculars in my hand," he countered. "You just looked busy. I can be nice sometimes. You're pretty good at all that."

Priestly had kinda fallen down on any sort of workout regimen over the break, and he was starting to feel a little bit soft, so he headed down to the gym.

And then, of course, had to check on the source of the mellow electro pop.

"Look at you," he said. "You're all dancy!"

"I'm very good at being nice." She had to say it. But dropping that... "Yeah, I am. Not good enough to become a professional, though."

"As dancers tend to be," Kate smirked, stepping away from the barre for the moment. "Hi Priestly."

"And if I'd known you were a dancer, I'da known that," Priestly said. "'Sup? Other than the, uh. Bendy-danciness."

"Better than me," he said, wandering closer. "What type of dancing do you do? All sorts?"

"Which some of us call ballet," she teased. "Not much. Meeting new kids, seeing how insane classes are this time around. That kind of stuff. You?"

After the spar, Dinah took a minute to watch Kate in bemusement. "Wow, you're really good at that. Seriously good."

"'Bout the same, only with some work thrown into the mix. Anyone interesting this time around?"

"Classical ballet, mostly," she replied. "But I've tried other types, too."

"Such a girl," he said, smirking. "I've heard it's good exercise. You won't ever find me doing it but to each his own. Bet it makes your legs really strong."

"Met a few people from pretty special worlds," she said, shrugging. "That's always interesting."

"Thanks," Kate replied with a genuine smile. "I try my best."

"Any of them talk about giant, man-eating crabs?" That detail about Jak's world had definitely stuck with Priestly. "It always makes me glad that the worst we get back home is, like, shoplifters and douchebags."

Being mid-stretch made it difficult to shrug. "I don't have one per se. I do Tai Chi, but beyond that it's basic fighting to stay alive." Which would sadly limit Dru since she doubted she'd fight as dirty with a classmate as she would with someone that was trying to eat her for dinner.

Dinah sat down to do a little more stretching, almost as bendy as Kate, but not as graceful with it. "How'd your first week back go? Did you get a new little Sib? I've got two law-type classes this time. Two!" Very pleased about that, yes.

"It does. I can kick pretty hard," she admitted. "It's also good for balance. And posture."

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