The Minami Trainer's Guild: Year 1--Battle of the Bonded

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I glanced back up to see the teen introducing himself to the girl who was playing with her pokemon. he seemed to be mentally kicking himself. I couldnt help but giggle once again. Bubbles looked bemused and just stared at the scene and then me. 'He gets like that sometimes remember Bubbles, he'd stammer and say silly things then curse himself' I sighed 'I wonder what he's doing right now?'
 
Flushing again, I looked him over. "Yeah, I go here. I've been attenting the Guild since I was about five. It was the o-" I broke off, taking a step back.

"It was a wonderful opportunity for me."

Malina growled again and sat protectivly beside me. She huffed a bit and a trail of smoke wound it's way out her nose. If he gets any closer to you, I'm going to bite his fingers off.

I placed a hand on her head. Hush, Malina. Don't scare him away just yet.
 
Ryan laughed, "That's cool. And your Flareon looks well trained; it has a very fluffy coat." He waved to it not sure of the expression on its face weither it would attack him or not. He put his hands in his pockets, "Taking any interesting classes? Tommorrow should be a fun day to start." he noticed another girl outside her window under a tree. He titled his head and shrugged.
 
I smiled a bit. "Mayhaps you should go talk to her," I said easilly. "She looks like she could use a friend."

I smiled. "I'll see you around.." I trailed off, realizing I didn't know the boy's name. "What is your name, by the way?" I asked gently. "I'm Killian."
 
He dazed back in, "Oh, Ryan. Sorry hah. Maybe I'll go see that girl on my way back. See ya!" he waved and walked in the opposite direction, returning Poliwhirl. He went outside to the girl by the tree and waved. "Hey there! I haven't met you yet, I don't believe. I'm Ryan and I'm new here. What's your name?"
 
I smiled to myself and walked down to the amplitheater. I wans't paying attention to anything much, just leaping down the stair gracefully. I laughed a bit and turned a couple of pirouttes on an occasional stair.

Malina laughed at me as I noticed someone on the stage. Flushing furiously, I took a step back, prepared to retreat as quicly as humanly possible.
 
"It's not like you can't watch!" I shouted with a laugh. "I prefer an audience, y'know! C'mon down!" I had dropped the regal persona in favor of my own, much more comfortable one. I didn't feel out-of sorts now.

With a smile, I moved forward to meet her at the edge of the orchestra and with another bright smile, said, "You ever seen a production here?" I laughed and spun around, arms spread wide. I couldn't help but be happy, I was home again. And home was a wonderful place to be.
 
I smiled at him. "i've only been attending since I was four," I whispered, looking at him shyly. "I'm in the orchestra. I play the flute..." I paused, laughing quietly. "I'm first chair."

I absently gestured with an open-palmed hand, reavealing a pink pointe ribbon tied there as though it was a bracelet. "I've also danced on the stage occasionally. Last year, I performed a pointe solo on this stage last year during the spring recital. Perhaps you saw that?"
 
I noticed a shadow appear over me and Bubbles squeaked, I look up to find the teenage boy I had been watching while he spoke to the shy looking girl. He had asked me my name. 'Hi, I'm Sakura Heart, it's a pleasure to meet you. if you dont mind me saying you and that girl very cute over there, it reminded me of some one I know'
Bubbles happily offered a piece of cake to Ryan.
 
He happily accepted the cake, "Someone you know huh? Hm." He sat in the grass with her and fiddled with a fork, "So you like to draw eh? In any art classes, or is there nothing here you don't know?" he smiled and poked the frosting.
 
Bubbles smiled as Ryan accepted the cake. she setteled herself down next to me. I blushed at the thought of "someone I know" I always blush when I thought of him. 'yes an old and dear friend of mine' I blushed even more. I began to sketch again. 'yes I'm taking Intro to Art and Drawing classes, is this your first time at the Guild too?'
 
"I did," I said with an easy smile. "I was actually a little surprised, I'd never seen you before that..." I realized how that must have sounded, and hastily corrected, "Well, I mean, I'd seen you, but, you know, never actually.. Heard of you, I guess. You danced beautifully, by the way."

I laughed and asked, "Out of curiousity, did you come to see Skitty On A Hot Tin Roof here? That was a fun one."
 
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I flushed a bit at his compliment, tugging on the sleeve of my baggy sweatshirt. "I saw that one," I said quietly, my eyes on the ground. "You were brilliant. I could never do something like that. I'd be so afraid that I'd forget all those lines. I'm just too shy for something like that. Much too shy..."

I broke off, blushing further as I realized how much I'd been speaking.
 
I laughed and blushed as well. I was unused to hearing compliments on my ability as an actor. Logically, there had to be something, I mean, I usually had at least a decent part. Running a hand nervpusly through my curly brown hair, mussing it even further as I said, "Thanks... It was a challenging role, actually. The emotion in the play is so variable, it changes so quickly. It's like trying to keep your balance on a twig. But it was definately fun, y'know."

I smiled and said, "and really, it's not that hard. The Fourth Wall convention really helps if you've got stage fright. If you wanna try out, I think we're starting up this year with a comedy. Check it out."
 
I smiled softly at him. "No. I'm not cut out for the theatre. I'll stay with the other arts." I looked back to the ground, tugging at my sleeve again.

I laughed a little and looked back up. "Well, I suppose you've had enough of me. I'll head out. Thanks for talking to me, though." I paused, an odd sheen taking over my gaze. "Most poeple don't."

Turning, I started up the stairs, rather slowly.
 
"Hey, stick around," I said with an easy smile. "I don't mind talking to you, y'know." With a laugh, I added, "I know I don't look easy to approach, I mean, I am the self-admited class clown. But I like people, okay?" I lept up to the seat beside the stairs she was on, jokingly saying, "But if you won't stay with me, I've no choice but to come to you. After all, Absol's nappingg. I'm kinda company-starved."
 
I laughed. "If you really want to be bored to death with a few bar exercises, you can come with me. I'm headed over to the studio for about an hour. It's been too long since I've been in my pointe shoes. I'm going to end up bleeding like nothing today."

I smiled a bit and turned a gentle pirouette. "I'll probably end up bleeding for a good week before I just start bruising again."
 
I laughed and said, "I'll tag along. Don't have much better to do at the moment, and I could use some time to streach and the like. It's been a long summer and I've been working all the wrong muscles for Parkour." With a smile I displayed my callused hands, saying, "At least these won't get torn up again. The first few weeks of Cat practice are hell."
 
I merely smiled at him and turned to walk to the studio. The "studio" didn't exactly have it's own building. Instead, it took up the entire second floor of the Elective's building. I smiled as I pulled a key out of my pocket and opened it up. I'd begged Miss Anye for my own key a few years ago, and she obliged. Miss Anye and I got along very well, which was nice. She was really one of the only friends I had around here.

Flicking on the lights, I took a deep breath, almost smelling the passion that radiated from the room, at least for me. I cast a glance over my shoulder. "Feel free to do whatever," I said lightly to... I laughed, realizing I had no idea what his name was.

Flushing very slightly, I pulled off my sweatshirt, revealing a tight black leotard with a crisscrossed back. I lowered my head enough so that my hair covered my face and growing blush. I wasn't used to being watched while I practiced, save for the other couple of girls that danced on my level, and the one boy. The only other person who saw me out of costume while I danced was Miss Anye. Pulling down my jeans showed nothing other than the bottom of my leotard and soft pink tights.

I gently lowered myself to the ground and reached into my pack for my shoes. Pulling off my tennies, I slipped my pink-footed tights into each shoe, lacing the pink ribbons up my calves. Standing again, I reached back into my bag and pulled out a sheer, white wrap-skirt that barely managed to cover my butt. We all wore these skirts while we practiced. It let Anye make sure we weren't slacking off by leaning too much on one leg.

My cheeks red, I moved over to one of the barres, looking at myself in the mirror that extended all the way down one long wall. Beginning with a simple plie exercise, I smiled at the boy through the mirror. "I'm Killian, by the way."
 
"Mal," I replied. "Derria, actually, but I hate the name, so I call myself Mal." I dropped to the floor into an indian-sit. Placing my palms on the ground, I hoisted myself up and extended my lower body parallel to the ground. I then took one hand away and rotated to the side, my bottom knee line perpendicular to the ground.

I held the pose a few moments longer, before pushing myself up and into a handstand. Like that, I had a good view of Killian's legs and a little more than that besides. It took me a few moments longer to catch my balance and start doing my set of handstand push-ups, scrupulously keeping my eyes away from her.
 
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