#sal 01

It's clear as day that Red agrees with her weapon, though no words leave her mouth as she watches the young man strum confidently to the tune of a song she doesn't recognize. Instead, she attempts to keep up with the notes that he plays; humming the correct ones in correspondence with each stroke of his fingers.

[ Not bad. You two sound good together. 's that something you wrote yourself? ]

Most dancers practiced and trained at Ray Charles Hall but technically Elena wasn’t in Turing as a dancer. She hadn’t set foot in any of the dance studios there. However, over the summer she discovered the last pilates class at the Student Fitness Center ended at 7:30 p.m. and she could have the room for herself for about half an hour -sometimes up to forty five minutes- before someone came in to clean. That someone was normally a familiar face.

She wasn’t supposed to do what she used to do, she wasn’t supposed to push herself, not after the kind of damage her ankle sustained after her fall. But fully giving up ballet just wasn’t an option. With Ludovico Einaudi’s music playing the in the background, Elena worked through some excercises until she noticed in the mirrors on the wall that she was no longer alone.

“I’m on my way down. Meet you all there!” he shouted through his communication device after hearing the code was in June’s possession now, and the rest of the group would gather at the base of the tower to flee before any of them got killed. He moved as fast as his body allowed, running, leaping, grateful for his avatar’s agility and swift motions even though he could feel his energy had lessened, but he was lucky enough to reach the ground floor without losing any more lives along the way.

for an Academy Starter

          For Jotaro, his class was dismissed only an hour ago and yet he still had yet to leave the room he’d been set up in. It was a moment of peace and quiet in an empty room before he packed up and left, but right now he was stuck to grading papers. It won’t be long before winter break came, he planned on getting more sleep then but after a couple days he knew he’d end up running out of things to do.

          The silence didn’t last long when he heard the door knock and he glanced up from the papers along his desk. He wouldn’t be relinquishing this room for some time but then again a few of the other teachers would like to start early. The marine biologist gave a soft sigh, picking his hat up from the table to put back on his head.