Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2014 19:49:13 GMT -5
Tightening the robe’s sash abound his waist for the umpteenth time, the boy reached up and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a sign of nervousness for the blond. Matthew let out a shaky sigh as he stared at the locker room’s doorknob, dreading to leave the room. The soft robe that he wore, though it was pleasant to the touch and warm, the Canadian boy felt naked in it, vulnerable, and for good reason: for one, he actually was naked beneath it with his clothes being locked up in a locker and so far away. Clothes and Matthew didn’t always have the best relationship. The teenager crossed his arms and stared at the door like it was alive and telling him to move it on already, get going, and get this over with; in truth, the boy was not at all happy or pleased… or comfortable for that matter with what was being asked for him and that was a dangerous notion.
Nervous as he was, he rubbed his chest for he could already feel his powers, his other nature, stirring, provoked by his nerves and anxiety. Taking another deep breath and closing his eyes, Matt tried to calm himself, lest he reveal his other form in the locker room and not on the other side of the door like he was supposed to. Matt had not been at Asher Academy for long, perhaps a week or so, but already the teachers and administration of the school wanted to" begin his personal training, the non-academic aspect of the school that focused on him controlling and masters his reasonably new powers. In Matt’s opinion, he had been doing just fine training himself out in the Canadian wilderness but his attendance at the school was a favour to his parents. Plus, it was nice to be with his younger brother again, for he had missed Alfred.
“Well, it’s now or never…” The boy muttered, opening his eyes with a frown upon his expression. This was going to be humiliating. Matthew did not, absolutely did not like transforming in front of others because he was afraid that he’d end up hurting them. Then again, this was a special school that dealt with a whole bunch of freaks like him, perhaps some even more dangerous, so a 1,600 lb polar beat should be no problem! Reaching over to grab the handle, Matthew froze, his shoulders dropped and he groaned in defeat. Never once before had Matt disliked school, maybe the bullying that sometime happened, but performing in front of a teacher, listening to instructions, and having his strengths and weakness measured and recorded to “train” was not something within his comfort zone.
Forcing on a smile, the blond-haired boy finally opened the door only to squint at the lights of the huge training area dubbed the “Combat Dojo,” how original. In the expanse of many rooms were mats, various exercise machines, a few sets of intimidating looking obstacle courses, and other intense looking things. Clutching his robe tightly shut until his knuckles were white, the shy Canadian padded out from the safety of the doorway out towards where his teacher was waiting. The man in question was large and fit, scribbling or reading a notepad and only looked up with Matt was a few feet away, looking comparably smaller.
While there remained a smile upon his face, Matt’s face was red with he quietly apologized for taking so long, but the man seemed to understand, marring his strong image with a gentle tone. However, Matt’s shyness was momentarily forgotten when he was informed that they were in fact waiting on another student, another animal transformer. Matt blinked and looked around just at the same moment that the main door of the dojo opened to reveal a figure. ‘Another person can transform like me…’ the Canadian thought, intrigued, curious, and now even more embarrassed that his audience just got bigger.
Nervous as he was, he rubbed his chest for he could already feel his powers, his other nature, stirring, provoked by his nerves and anxiety. Taking another deep breath and closing his eyes, Matt tried to calm himself, lest he reveal his other form in the locker room and not on the other side of the door like he was supposed to. Matt had not been at Asher Academy for long, perhaps a week or so, but already the teachers and administration of the school wanted to" begin his personal training, the non-academic aspect of the school that focused on him controlling and masters his reasonably new powers. In Matt’s opinion, he had been doing just fine training himself out in the Canadian wilderness but his attendance at the school was a favour to his parents. Plus, it was nice to be with his younger brother again, for he had missed Alfred.
“Well, it’s now or never…” The boy muttered, opening his eyes with a frown upon his expression. This was going to be humiliating. Matthew did not, absolutely did not like transforming in front of others because he was afraid that he’d end up hurting them. Then again, this was a special school that dealt with a whole bunch of freaks like him, perhaps some even more dangerous, so a 1,600 lb polar beat should be no problem! Reaching over to grab the handle, Matthew froze, his shoulders dropped and he groaned in defeat. Never once before had Matt disliked school, maybe the bullying that sometime happened, but performing in front of a teacher, listening to instructions, and having his strengths and weakness measured and recorded to “train” was not something within his comfort zone.
Forcing on a smile, the blond-haired boy finally opened the door only to squint at the lights of the huge training area dubbed the “Combat Dojo,” how original. In the expanse of many rooms were mats, various exercise machines, a few sets of intimidating looking obstacle courses, and other intense looking things. Clutching his robe tightly shut until his knuckles were white, the shy Canadian padded out from the safety of the doorway out towards where his teacher was waiting. The man in question was large and fit, scribbling or reading a notepad and only looked up with Matt was a few feet away, looking comparably smaller.
While there remained a smile upon his face, Matt’s face was red with he quietly apologized for taking so long, but the man seemed to understand, marring his strong image with a gentle tone. However, Matt’s shyness was momentarily forgotten when he was informed that they were in fact waiting on another student, another animal transformer. Matt blinked and looked around just at the same moment that the main door of the dojo opened to reveal a figure. ‘Another person can transform like me…’ the Canadian thought, intrigued, curious, and now even more embarrassed that his audience just got bigger.