sportsball funtimes [o]

'You must be tired after the trip - rest up these days before classes start.'

Exhilarating, to not follow instructions. He had never felt more independent or alive. Although this display of independence must've seemed pretty minor, to anybody watching. Just another pasty teenager kicking his soccer ball around, following it as it bounced off walls, then kicking it again for good measure. Every sound echoed off the tall walls of the gymnasium, every skid of his trainers against the floor screeching back at him. He'd never been in such a large room in his life, and the space made him restless.

Part of him wanted to recommend he practiced phasing in this new, spacious enviroment, but an overwhelming part of him just wanted things to be normal for once. To run around, ordinary and pointless. Perhaps without realizing, he began falling into it mechanically, his mind somewhere far away as he ran. That until the opening of the door startled him, the ball bouncing off the wall and into his chest with enough force to send him back a step, feeling the space in-between his ribs and waiting for the air to return.

After a couple of weak, wordless motions of his mouth, he managed to conjure up words. "Hey, hello!" he called, a tad bit too... excitedly? Likely.

Wallace opened the door to the gym, completely unaware of the person on the other side of it. He watched, in awe, as the boy kicked a ball in such a manner that would bounce back in the exact angle needed to knock the wind out of him. That took some skill! He smiled and held out a hand to the boy, now on the ground. "Hello, hey!" he replied. He only meant well with his greeting, there wasn't a mean bone in his body, so he wasn't trying to mock the boy. Wally was just being a goof.

Cora Cassidy, a newer student that had enrolled at Beata Academy. Her first impression of the school wasn't to great since the first person she had met had rudely bumped into her, not even looking back to even murmur an apology. Ever since that happened she didn't really find time to socialize, since she was the type of student who needed to pass every class she was in. However since it was Friday and she had finished all her classwork she thought it would be a perfect opportunity to go out and mingle.

So she had headed towards the gym, hoping that she could meet some folks while she relieved some stress on a punching bag. As she opened the doors to the gym she had heard loud noises from a ball being tossed around. She looked down to see a boy playing soccer, and thought to herself 'Perfect.. I can show off my athletic side to him' She smiled and greeted him. She was surprised to see a second person and waved towards them both. "Greetingsss!"

Revere followed the soccer ball absently, stopping it under one foot while his gaze followed the stranger - the two strangers, apparently. His skittish smile grew a bit wider, and he matched the girls greeting with a friendly wave. Both of them seemed fairly nice, for all he knew. Of course, he was not very used to people, but he liked to see the best in them. In a couple of breezy steps, flashing in and out of existence when his excitement got the best of him and teleported him forward faster, he had crossed the distance between himself and the pair.

"So... any of you gonna play?" he offered, a pleasant expression on his pale, albeit flushed, face. The Initiate cradled the soccer ball against his chest, having picked it up when he approached the two.

Wally's eyes opened wider when the boy was teleporting over the field to approach them. What a cool power! He wished he could have that one instead of the one he had. It would've been closer to his dad's gift. "Yeah sure, I haven't played soccer in forever!" he said with a beaming smile.