Austin grinned at the exercise today. Fantastic. He hoped on a open treadmill and began to run, his body naturall dropping into a small crouch as he did so. Not much, but just enough to notice it. Afterwords, he hoped off, not even breathing heavily and went and stretched out his muscles carefully, so he didn't hurt himself. Finally he got to the weights. This he liked. He immediately began to lift the weights, adding more until he was at the highest he could go. Which was actually pretty heavy, considering his superhuman strength. He finished, only slightly breathing faster then before. He hopped onto the treadmill and began to run, setting it a bit slower then the top then at the fifteen minute mark, to the top speed. He might be fast, but his stamina was much like a tigers. Can run a general fast speed for nearly ever, then bursts of the insanely fast speed. Afterwards he came and sat down beside Connor and Kyra, smiling with a small pant.

Kaya got up And walked to the weight room. He did various amounts of exercises but nothing fazed him so he started shooting some hoops to pass time.

Mike waited for the next task to do though he did stretch out his wings in his human form just for a little breather as it made things easier for him.

Kijani was at a bit of a loss. She was embarrassed. Once she'd warmed and stretched, she'd moved onto the weights. Her weak point had been found. While she saw the other students lifting 100 pounds or more easily, she could barely do 50. She felt her thin arms wobbling as she tried to work out. It just wasn't fair. Her body wasn't built for raw strength. Speed, sure. Dodging, of course. But she wasn't going to win a fight by punching anyone's lights out. That was a job for a simple fighter, she was rather more complex.

After tying back her dreadlocks, she went running. That, at least, freed her mind a bit, and she sat down once it was over, hoping no one had really seen her failure.

Mike began to lift weight's that were very heavy as he smiled doing it

Kaya got tired and sat next to Kijani. "..Hi :3 "

Sue

It was finally time for gym class, her caretakers pointed out. Sue was all ready for gym in her slack clothing that fitted and was comfortable – the traits of being a long-time dancer; her white rubber shoes, her loose cargo track trousers, her white tank-top that revealed her black bra straps, her black earmuffs that blended well with her black beanie. She looked as though she was heading for dance class once again, ready to teach or be taught choreography. Gym class was all the same, really, except there was really less freedom. Fitness and health were some of Sue’s life priorities so gym was always something Sue felt would not necessarily excel in as an intent of academic progression, but a value and life choice that helped her stay ahead of the pack.

Just before she entered, she heard the loudest howl that must have belonged to the cat dude yesterday. Her classmates were there! As she entered the gym, she noticed a new face walking up to him and she grew interested of his vibrant hair. She wondered if he was a new classmate of hers and whether she’d be seeing him often. This must mean that she’d have to tell him that he can’t make too much noise again. Sue had gotten used to owing people the knowledge of her state of being. The gym was loud again, and so Sue made everything louder with her passive ability. Her earplugs from jogging were still in her pocket, but they were less desirable as they didn’t block out as much sound as the earmuffs did. Where the earplugs blocked most air from entering in, her specialized earmuffs topped it by absorbing some of the sound before it even enters from its outer surface. The only downside was that it was cumbersome and quite considerably warm. She’d found that it was the earmuffs to go, so she put them on.

knight125 said
Dr. McCoy

Dr. McCoy walks into the gym… He waits a moment until everyone's eyes are drawn to him, then says, "Ok everyone, today's test is going to be a lot easier than yesterday's test. It's simply a measure of your strength and stamina." He points to a row of treadmills, a rack of yoga mats, and finally a weightlifting area. He says, "Contrary to popular belief, stretching before exercising leads to more tears than warming up your muscle first. With that in mind, I want you to jog on those treadmills for as long as you can. Next, get a yoga mat and stretch, without over exerting yourself, while you catch your breath. Then go to the bench pressing station and using as much weight as you can without hurting yourself, do forty repetitions. Finally, I want you to return to the treadmills and jog for 30 minutes, if you can. Any questions?"

She smiled, this was no problem. She did this every night, and had just jogged enough this morning for her to be warmed up already.

She waited for as many people to finish off the treadmill and went on. She used to run track for her in-school sports competitions, and so went on for 3,000M, around 3 whole laps of a standard race track. Her record was, on the top of her memory, 10 minutes. Her lung capacity was adept and sizeable, a feature she must have possessed from genetics by her screaming father Banshee, and her heart paced regularly from repetition of action and therefore was done after her run and headed for the yoga mat.

Sue was a flexible person, and in her days in the dance studio often people stared in awe of the way Sue could contortion her body. Granted there were limits of just how much people could bend, and Sue was not a contortionist with mildly-stocky body, but she pulled through with years of practicing, almost literally. She giggled silently at her own pun.

She sat on the yoga mat, and while Dr. McCoy watched, she stretched as much as she could. She did the split, folded herself forward and arched herself backwards, all sorts of angles and folds that could be achieved from ballet dancing. She was an aficionado of dance forms, and so she joined many classes to broaden her horizon and learnt to absorb, assimilate and create dance styles that suited Sue’s style. She wasn’t impressed herself, because to her it was just warm-up.

Now came the harrowing part – the bench pressing station. Sue did her pushups and had refined muscles that were obvious in certain angles, but she was not a strong person. Her muscles were trained to handle her own weight for long duration, but she couldn’t imagine how to even hold the barbell. She pulled out the previously used weights, dropping them to the floor with a loud thud that reverberated through the gym and amplified even more by the ears. She made note to do the other side just as quickly, and put on the 50 pounds weights. 40 repetitions with 50 pounds were not impossible; she was used to doing 100 pushups every night supporting her own weight of about 130 pounds. She thought she could have pushed more, but she might have struggled around 20 with anything heavier. So she completed her 40, struggling at the last 10, and then went back to the treadmill, then back on the yoga mat.

She was exhausted, and she liked it. It was always better to feel as though you were improving, because once you were perfect there’s literally nothing to do anymore. She was at least happy that she didn’t have to do her exercise routine again tonight after just now.

Mistress Dizzy said
Kijani

That, at least, freed her mind a bit, and she sat down once it was over, hoping no one had really seen her failure.

After all that, she just sat at the top row of the bleachers, and watched the rest. She saw Kijani to her left, and happily, she ran to her and hugged her, uncaring about her own sweat to her. She waved at the new boy, with a giant grin. She immediately placed her finger to her mouth, indicating for him to keep his volume down.

Kaya smiled, shrugged, and sat back. "I'm going to relax..."

Kyra smiled at Austin, but her phone rang, and rolled her eyes, smiling. She answered it. "こんにちは。ああ ！おはようスキ ！旅行はどうでしたか？[はい].良い ！さて、あなたを参照してください ！" and she hung up. "Sorry about that..." she said.

[[i guess I'll put the Translation down here: Hello? Oh! Good Morning Suki! How was your trip? Yes.... Good! Okay, see you!]]

[[dat tis all i guess]]

Austin smiled back, listening to the conversation but understanding none of it. She then said," it's fine. Come on when's my first lesson in Japanese?" He grinned, lacing his fingers together, his claws retracted. He was glad that Kyra didn't mind him being shirtless most of the time.

Connor listened, shaking his head "I've learned so many languages and I ignore Japanese"
He said, leaning back wondering when they could leave the class

Kijani was suddenly hugged by Sue, and grinned with surprise, wrapping an arm around the girl. She was glad to see Sue, because she had a bit of a surprise for the girl. She lifted her hands and started to sign, slowly, but certainly.

"How... is... you... morning?" She frowned slightly, knowing she'd missed something but not knowing exactly how to fix it. "I... do.. not... enjoy-" She had to stop and spell out "Weight". Then she smiled, rather proud of herself. Languages had always been great fun for her.

(It's going to be another 90 minutes before I can post, so I'll edit this with Ben, Anthony, and John's performance later.)

Ben grins, "If there's one good thing that years of wall crawling does for ya, it's giving you great stamina!" He hops on the treadmill and using a nice, long stride, he jogs for about an hour before deciding to call it quits. After a series of quick, mostly useless, stretches, Ben approaches the weight bench warily. While his enhanced strength had begun to develop, it was still merely a fraction of his father's strength. He decides to try and not overdo it. After a few moments' deliberation, he puts 500 pounds and pumps out 40 reps, working up quite a sweat. He returns to the treadmill for the 30 minute jog, then signs out of the classroom, and heads for the history class. "I hope. what's her name? Aver'i? I hope she's at the history class. I can't even begin to imagine how boring it will be."

Anthony frowns. "Well won't this be fun?" He halfheartedly jogs for 30 minutes, then walks to the weight bench. Knowing his physical limitations, Anthony puts 125 pounds on the bar and struggles through the forty reps. He finishes the test, drenched in sweat, and begins to leave the gym, but is stopped by the bulking form of Johnathon Brock.

John raises an eyebrow and says, "Hey there pretty boy. I noticed that you were struggling quite a bit back there. If you want, I could train you some. You're already considered a jerk by most of the other new kids. Why not try and fit in with the jocks?"

Anthony laughs and says, "I accept the offer for personal training, but I don't need to hang out with the so called 'jocks'. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to my next class."

Dr. McCoy smiles and says, "Great job everyone. There's a paper by the exit. Please write how long you ran the first time, and how much weight you lifted. I'll see you all tomorrow."

Sue

Mistress Dizzy said
Kijani

Kijani was suddenly hugged by Sue, and grinned with surprise, wrapping an arm around the girl. She was glad to see Sue, because she had a bit of a surprise for the girl. She lifted her hands and started to sign, slowly, but certainly.

"How... is... you... morning?" She frowned slightly, knowing she'd missed something but not knowing exactly how to fix it. "I... do… not... enjoy-" She had to stop and spell out "Weight". Then she smiled, rather proud of herself. Languages had always been great fun for her.

She smiled and she clapped happily at the thought that Kijani tried to do sign. It was so exciting. She removed her beanie, and shook free her long red hair, before putting the beanie back on. She wanted to correct Kijani, so she showed her the correct gestures for the right sign. In fact, Sue did not really try to sign as fast as she normally did, so she did it nice and slowly for Kijani to learn. Sign is a fun language to learn, but one of those that was easily forgettable because of how tiring it can be.

“I enjoyed all of it,” she signed, then giggled.

knight125 said
Dr. McCoy

Dr. McCoy smiles and says, "Great job everyone. There's a paper by the exit. Please write how long you ran the first time, and how much weight you lifted. I'll see you all tomorrow."

She grabbed Kijani by the hand and pulled her over to the paper by the exit, and after Sue wrote her running time and lifted weight, she went outside and waited for Kijani – hoping that they’d go to the next class together, even if they were to be in different ones.

Connor looked up, "I think we have another class and then lunch" he said to Kyra and Austin, stirring down what he had down during the lesson.

Kijani watched carefully as Sue corrected her signing. She laughed silently and signed 'good' as Sue responded. Then class was dismissed and she was being tugged along to the door. She stopped just long enough to put her weight of 50 pounds and her run time of 45 minutes, on the paper, and then followed Sue out.

"I have..." Kijani paused and tried to think of the right sign, but she simply didn't know it. So she spelled out the words 'ancient weapons'. Then she pantomimed swinging a sword. "You?" She asked with her hands.

Announcement

Would the following students please attend the History class in Room 4505 in The Arts Faculty - They are... (all RPers)

Again, would the following students please attend the History class in Room 4505 in The Arts Faculty, thank you.

"Well, that answers that question" Connor said with a laugh. "Let's got to history then" he shrugged his pack on, starting towards the classroom

"History" Phoebe sighed, gathering her gear

Sue

Mistress Dizzy said
Kijani

Kijani watched carefully as Sue corrected her signing. She laughed silently and signed 'good' as Sue responded. Then class was dismissed and she was being tugged along to the door. She stopped just long enough to put her weight of 50 pounds and her run time of 45 minutes, on the paper, and then followed Sue out.

"I have..." Kijani paused and tried to think of the right sign, but she simply didn't know it. So she spelled out the words 'ancient weapons'. Then she pantomimed swinging a sword. "You?" She asked with her hands.

“My ears amplify sound,” she signed to her. She raised her eyebrow, and she queried further on the sword: ”Ancient weapons?”

Dioxide said
Announcement

Would the following students please attend the History class in Room 4505 in The Arts Faculty - They are... (all RPers)Again, would the following students please attend the History class in Room 4505 in The Arts Faculty, thank you.

They were interrupted by the announcement, and the caretakers went over to her and gave her a fresh water bottle and her schoolbag.

She signed to Kijani, ”Room 4505? That’s really high up.” The two went together to the Arts Faculty which was near the centre of the whole Academy, and it certainly was a pretty sight to see. The towering building was covered in glass and spiralled all the way to the top, but it housed so many of the larger rooms in the whole Academy it was so well designed for its interior.



The two sat inside the classroom on the 45th floor, and waited.

He had someone help him press the 45th floor for him, his suitcase on his lap, heavy with handouts filled with notes and timelines of important events throughout the history of mankind – especially those pertaining with superhero-supervillain conflicts and battles. Upon reaching the floor, he reached up for the door knob and strolled in.

Professor X

He moved his wheelchair to be sat in the middle of the floor, the seats arranged in a semi-circle so all angles ensured that he could be seen and heard.

“They see me rollin’, and they hatin’,” he joked, Xavier’s attempt of keeping up with the younger generation.

“Never has the phrase “Those who don't study the past are doomed to repeat it” has never been more accurate when war and death are concerned. Many people have lost their lives in confusion, aggression, jealousy and all sorts of malicious intents. More was needed to just stop the villain; we had to learn from our mistakes, and make sure it will not happen again.”

“Now, I know some of you will likely become villains, and this school does not stop you from doing so. We would just like you to know that the consequences of certain evil actions are disastrous and human lives are at stake. Please, let us pay our due respect to our fallen men. This is, after all, History of Mankind – we are all man, and we are all equal as man.”

“Alright, let’s begin.”

The lecture went on for an hour, and Charles went over the course of evolution of man and the societal factors to the sprouted revolutions, as well as some politics that he touched on for the sake of macro-sociology. A brief account of the two world wars and the many disputes and civil wars, but without mentioning the recent Human-Mutant war, was taught.

“That is the end of our class, you are dismissed. Should you have any questions, and I know you do, please come to me anytime,” his chuckle audible with the mention of his telepathtic powers.

Announcement

Lunch is now available in the cafeteria and for one hour.