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Blair ignored the chair comment in favour of taking care of the more urgent business at hand. Theatrics is what I do, sweet-cheeks, he told the coach, turning to walk with her. Travis, you're in charge again. That was the final direction the gave his club and turned his full attention back to the conversation at hand. I heard about the new situation. It's ridiculous. We need the space just as much as you lot. And when it comes time for prom, we can't have soccer balls hitting our decorations! What the art club didn't know yet was that they would be in charge of following the prom committee's directions and make up all of the much needed decorations for the large event. We need to work something out on days like this. Across the gym, Skyler stood ready, eyeing the teachers for a minute before turning to her team. Alright, we stretched. Let's go warm ups. She tossed a ball across the gym and kicked a second, watching them hit the wall and roll to a stop a foot away from it. Into teams. Relay to the ball and back, tag, and send the next person. The team did as told, splitting themselves into two teams, which would later be used for the large practice, and stood behind the coloured lines of the basketball court. Careful of slipping, the captain warned, setting her fingers against her lips. On the whistle. She waited another few seconds before sending a short pulse of air between her fingers, letting the loud whistle sound through the room. The first two at the line broke into a run, sliding around the ball at the end of the lap and tagging their teammate, sending them into the same run to repeat the action. It was simple, but it got them moving. Being more used to it on the field, the gym floor caused a few problems, but eventually they all got a solid grip on the floor and performed their task without sliding.
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'What? Aren't you blending functions of your student's clubs? Well, it isn't any of my business, but be careful that you aren't creating a more volatile mixture than you already have. She noted, as while she couldn't say that the man had an eye for fairness, he was very good at keeping his students involved and constantly active. I do think it's best to let the students work this out themselves, try as we might, we can't force them to get alongthey're teenagers in case you've forgotten. She mentioned, taking a moment to pause as she looked out of a nearby window. The weather has just been awful... She noted, shaking her head in disappointment before donning her glasses. I'll see what I can do, maybe fold in the stands to give everyone some more room. That just looks like a lot of work... Travis said, as interested in the soccer team's activities as those of his group. The rest of the club was focuses on familiarizing themselves further with pencil and pen, as Travis didn't want waste any expensive materials on practice. They would invariably have to study other subjects before a major project anyway, assuming that they were on a generous schedule. The advantage to having Mister Levy as an adviser was that they often received first dibs on anything that required the touch and eye of an artist, and if they pooled their talents, they could manage at least that. Alright, stop working. He clapped a few times to get the club's attention. Time for some group critique, pass your work forward so we can tear down each others self-esteem. He said, sounding much too happy about the prospect. Given time, they went over each piece, pointing out areas that were in need of improvement and how to actually go about doing sosomething that Travis himself had found lacking in most critiques sessions. As a note for the future, we'll continue to use the art class for honing technique with a proper nib, since those tables are the best working surfaces I've seen. He said, as everyone started to pack up for the day. Also, in the future, prompts should not have titles like 'I hate those people' or 'I wish Travis wasn't such a loser'. Its just mean-spirited. Dismissed! He waved to the group, who began the march back to the classroom. The young man held back, waiting for the soccer ream to wrap things up on their end.
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The male teacher didn't seem impressed by her 'solution'. The only thing that would do was give the soccer team a better shot to his group. Keep them out, for now, he told her. Last thing I need is a ball hitting any one or thing. He waved over towards the team, who was still performing their laps and beginning exercises. We'll talk to the administration soon and work this out. That was his final word and after a short nod, wiping the foul look off his face, he turned back to his students, as happy and cheerful as ever. He continued to let Travis lead the club, but tossed in his comments and 'professional opinion' when it was needed. Between the two, he and Travis gave hints and negative feedback on what the members of the club were working on. While the art club was verbally abusing each other, Skyler's soccer team was doing it physically. Some of the girls were on multiple teams and often times they would forget which practice had which rules. Skyler hit the mats more times then she could count, which was far more painful then landing on the ground during a game. She sprang up, just as always, and continued, spiking balls across the gym with all her limps, getting revenge on each hit and entertaining others with her playful, even showy ways. At the end of practice, Skyler called them all back in, tossing the ball they had been using into the proper bin before they all turned their attention back towards the coach, who would close the practice with a few words before sending them back into the locker rooms. During her closing remarks, Skyler's eyes fell on Travis, who was by now, giving his own ending speech. She had never paid attention to art clubs in the past, or any activity other then soccer for that matter, but now that she had a chance to at least half see what the group was doing, she was curious.
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Giving you what you want isn't exactly great for my girls either. She said, truly becoming irritated with her coworkers attitude and demands. She had a fairly decent working relationship with the man, and she didn't want to jeopardize that for something a petty as this. Best to table the issue for another day, as she returned to her girls reminding some of them that the sport they were playing was called football elsewhere, it lacked the full contact aspect of the American variety. She didn't need injuries, not this early in the season. The girls needed the experience in order to continue their development as players, not to mention that sitting on the sidelines was not what she would describe as an enjoyable experience. Practice came to a close, and Wilhelmina offered the team a few words for them to consider. Excellent practice in spite of the accommodations, but keep in mind that this is a shared space for the time being. She looked to Skyler in particular for a moment before moving forward with her wrap up of practice. Also, keep in mind that while this is a team sport, you all need to think as individuals as well. Skyler, I'd like you to set up small scrimmage games in order to emphasize this and to develop everyone's one-to-one abilities, as there will be times where strategy will not be enough to carry the team through a match. That's all you'll here out of me, take it easy girls. She closed out her speech and returned to her office, as she wasn't driving home in a track suit. Travis, for his part in things, had stayed behind, but he also fielded some questions for a few of the stragglers from the club. He was looking over a young man's sketch-pad, nodding in understanding. Well, you have a better eye than I do for this sort of thing, but your technique needs some work. Try going home tonight and work on line weightdon't just look at it, but try to do it, commit it to muscle memory. That goes for pretty much any problem you'll encounter really. He waved the students on, as he was always uncomfortable with giving advice to people he thought were much better artists. The young man caught sight of the young woman from before. You can come over if you want, I'm mostly harmless. He joked, waving in her direction. She hadn't said much, though he knew that she had something she wanted to say about this whole mess.
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Skyler gave a half-ass salute to the coach, giving the sign that she understood her new command. That would be her project once she got home and she already had a few ideas of who to put together for the matches. Skyler slapped a few of the girls on the back as they started back to the locker room, signalling there was a plot in mind, before her attention was grabbed by the man across the room. The soccer player took a second, almost unsure if it was a good idea, but decided on it anyway, crossing the gym to Travis. She tipped her head slightly, taking a look of what he had still laid out in front of him. She remained silent for a few seconds before choosing to speak to the other. So how much space will your club need? she asked, trying to spark up some sort of conversation. She didn't know much of anything about art, so this seemed to be a good enough place to begin.
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The young man had gathered a small stack of in-house sketch books, as he liked to review them or shop them around to other teachers and people that he knew in order to provide a more robust and individualized critique for each of the club members. He saw that the young woman was taking a look, though she didn't offer any comments of her own. The silence seemed to speak volumes, but she finally asked the question that he hoped she would ask. It's hard to say, as right now we don't need much space at all, but once we actually receive a project to work on, we may need as much as half of the gym in order to really get a grasp on the work before us. He didn't mention anything about how Mister Levy was with projects, as while he enjoyed the teacher's company as much as the next person, there was always something being booked or double-booked with that man. Sometimes we help out with decorations for school events, or even help out with set and costume design for the drama cluband then there's what the club members actually want to do... He wanted to share the proposed details of some of the projects, but nothing was really solid at this stage. You could say that my responsibilities are more like those of sheep dog than a shepard. How about you and your team? We saw that sometimes balls fly over the cross bar, so I'm a little worried about space myself. He mentioned that shot at the fine arts club, but didn't want to throw any accusations our directly. Oh, name's Travis MacKenzie by the by. I hope we can figure this thing out, it's already so stressful... He sighed, as while he always tried his best to get along, he rarely attempted to mask his feelings.
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Skyler Cole, she told him with a casual nod. We'll need a good bit of the gym when we're stuck inside, she told him, rubbing her upper arm where she was slammed into some time during the practice. I mean, we're all hoping that we won't be inside all that often, but when we are, we'll need a good bit of space. Casually, she reached down and picked up one of the books, flipping through it as she thought. The two clubs would have to work something out if they wanted to get anything done. It would be impossible for them to be constantly fighting over space, certainly not when they both had work to do. Hopefully, we won't have to be inside much. We need time outside more then we do inside. She paused at one of the pages, looking over it before flipping to the next one. Is this yours? she asked, raising one of her eyebrows as she studied the pictures. She wasn't trained on what sort of medium was used for the picture, but she knew that it was well done and quite beautiful. Her eyes travelled to Travis, eyeing him carefully. Could you do your larger projects while we're outside? she questioned, coming up with the thought. Gives us both what we want in that case. Unless our coaches can come up with something else.
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Right, this place doesn't really match up to the field outside. I'll see if I can do something about those hot heads on my side of the fence, as I don't want to lose any members if I can help it. He said, sliding his thumbs into his belt loops. Yeah, I'm hoping that we can get approval for the larger art roomsomeplace where those guys can really shine. He hadn't noticed it, but Skylar had picked up his sketchbook, one that he generally used to practice along with the group.Oh, that? Well, I've had to work at it, since I don't really have that much of a talent for it like some of the other studentsI just happen to finish what I start more often than not. The young man admitted, taking it back from the young woman when she was done with it. We can certainly try, though it may become an issue if we have a deadline. I'll keep you informed, in factand don't think badly of me for thisbut let's exchange numbers. He wanted to remain jovial, since she was taking the time to come and speak to him one-to-one.
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The teen handed the sketchbook back with a smile. Looks pretty good, she told him, crossing her arms across her stomach. I'll cool down some of my own as well, she added, agreeing to whatever they had come up with so far. Calming their own 'sides' was going to be an important part of this whole deal. If any of the soccer players got upset, Skyler could bet money that they would and could crush the art club with little to no trouble. But some of the art members could put up a good fight, she could tell by just spending the few hours around them. There was no question there. Either way, she didn't want a problem with either club, as that risked one or both of them being shut down in quite a rude fashion. Skyler eyed a few of the other sketch books, but hadn't had a chance to look through them when Travis asked for her number. Just to discuss this? she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. It was a bit entertaining to her that he had asked, but she wasn't against the idea. Even if that was all they did, it would be good to have someone like him in her phone anyway. Just to say she had someone as... good looking as him in her list. Sure. My phone's in the locker room, so I'll give you mine then you can send me a message with yours. She smiled and shifted her weight to her other leg.
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Thanks, that means a lot coming from someone who has to tear their body apart just to get strongerthat is how muscles work, right? Travis looked off to the side, as while he appreciated the human body as much as anyone should, he wasn't an expert on how any of its processes worked. If he were, he would concern himself with other matters that are more important to adolescent minds other than how the specific mechanisms of muscle growth actually work. As for the young woman's number, she made light of the matter, though whether is was a gesture of goof faith or a measure of pragmatism was up for debate. They were sort of stuck with each other, at least on days like today. Ha, and to think it only took the near meltdown of two faculty members and the threat of violence among more than two dozen students for me to get someone's number-- He laughed, retrieving a phone from his back pocket and taking down the young woman's number. I have to get going, but we'll work this outprobably. He said, waving to the young woman. Glad we could talk like this, and good luck! He added, taking the remaining books and extra supplies back to the art classroom they were currently using as a staging area. Sasha was hanging back, as was Annieforming the unofficial triumvirate that ran the club. Making nice with the enemy MacKenzie? Figures... Annie began, You're being too nice, whatever it is that you have planned. Some people just don't respond to anything other than force, its nave to think otherwise. She explained, as the larger young man motioned for her to calm down. Easy, I'm sure that Travis was trying to keep the peaceour adviser certainly wasn't going to do that much. Sasha sighed, as Annie immediately wheeled around an brought her attention to bear. Mister Levy cares about the Fine Arts Club! That's why he's so passionate! You two could learn a thing or two from him, maybe some of that bravado will rub off finally? The young woman offered her criticisms as Travis walked past the pair to put the sketch pads and other things in order. Is that so? Well, I'll keep that in mind. Sasha, take care of the keys for now. See you two tomorrow. He said, slinking away from the pair and going about his business for the remainder of the day. Sometime later, he found himself at the end of his his shift at the local hardware store, lingering behind near the paint and painting accessories. He removed his phone and sent off a quick text Just sending you my info, sorry it's latebeen a long day for me. He sent the message on its way as he finished up his duties and headed home, collapsing on his bed and drifting off to sleep. The next meeting day, most of the students were in the art room, working on personal projects as the young man sat in one corner of the room, head buried in his arms. They wouldn't need the gym today, though he also hadn't touched base with Mister Levy about any upcoming projects.
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Skyler shrugged her shoulders. She had never actually gone into the study of what happens to her muscles when she trains, as more likely then not, she wouldn't want to touch her exercise after she read about it. She imagined that Travis had done more work then she had, being that he's an artist and had to study at least the outline and look of human muscles to her the form of their body right. She laughed when Travis mentioned the way he got her number. Traditional isn't my style, she joked. That pretty much fits perfectly then. To the side of the room, she could feel the two other members of the club staring her down. It made her a bit uncomfortable but luckily Travis decided to pull away and let Skyler into the locker room. She shot the teen a wink and a quick point of her finger, clicking her tongue along with it. She didn't doubt that they'd work it out, but it would take a lot of talking to get even have the slightest bit of progress. She went into the locker room and after jumping in the shower and goofing off with several of the team members, she headed home. Her normal clothes were now applied, a pair of skinny jeans, high top converse and a light t-shirt. She had her trusty pearl blue motorized scooter as her transport home and got there in a record time. Skyler wasn't surprised to find out her father wasn't home but she had dinner with her three other siblings before heading to her room to hit the books. Her phone buzzed on the desk behind her and she swiftly picked it up, looking at the message. She smirked. ' Nah, all good. Day's crazy ' she responded and set her phone back to finish her homework. And soon after that, it was time for bed. The next day was just as crazy as it was the day before. This time though, she was assured they would be outside, as there wasn't a cloud in the sky. She smiled to herself in the locker room and sent a short text to Travis. ' You get the gym today. Congrats to you '.
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The young man found the tapping of ink nibs and the scrape of pencils to be just the sort of thing he needed to drift off to sleep. A lullaby that seemed to be tailor-made for the young man judging by how effective it was, and what was more, he felt great whenever he arose from his slumber. His phone happened to be near his face when it lit up, disturbing him as the screen flickered on and off. The young man slid his hand across and checked to see if it was anything importantthere had been a few times when his father demanded that he come home immediately, and it usually wasn't to tell him what a good son he had been. That's good news. Have fun playing in the grass. He sent a quick message to the young woman, as he saw a shadow looming over him, intensifying the back lighting of his screen. Something the matter Justin? The young man addressed his peer, always shortening in his name for the sake of convenience. Nah man, I was going to give you a scare or something, but I didn't want to interrupt your love letter. He said, as Travis gave the young man a strange look. Nothing like that, and I'm no good at that stuff anyway... He said, sliding the phone into his front pocket. Anyway, go talk to Annie and Sasha, the gym is free, but there isn't much we need to do for the moment. Just get some measurements for different areas, just in case we need to finish something but can't work on-site. He said, as while he didn't mention his conversation with Skyler, he did make it clear that the gym was not their personal workspace. Sure, sure. I'll meet you down there. Justinian said, slapping Travis on the back leaving him to do as he was asked. Travis soon linked up with the other three members of the club, tape measures and ladders in hand. Good to see that we actually have use of the gym todaya day where we don't even need it. Annie mentioned, ever willing to play the pessimist. Yes, well, this is how things go sometime. Now, let's get a measurement of the north wall over there, Sasha is on recording duty. Travis delegated tasks as he set up one of the ladders. I also wish to know if we can mount anything on the walls up here. He mentioned, as Justinian and Annie measured the total length of the base of the wall. Meanwhile, Wilhelmina was out observing the girls, monitoring their progress on the field when she found an opportunity to flag Skyler down. Cole! Come here for a minute! She shouted, waiting patiently for the young woman before continuing. I'd like you to take few of the girls aside and see which ones would work best as offensive forwards, I'd like to give the team some dedicated wings, since other teams in our league don't use them so much. Maybe organize an extra practice session using the gym, since they'll need more work and attention than they will get on the field. She mentioned, whistle resting on a chain around her neck.
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Skyler smirked at the message and let it go, leaving the locker room and heading out onto the field. Her team came out with her and after their normal outdoor warm-ups, they started on the skirmish plans she had set up. That didn't last very long and soon enough they slowed to a halt and the typical practice started. There was nothing special about this practice, until Skyler was called by her coach. She slowed down before jogging over to the woman. Yes? Again, Skyler saluted her coach. Got it, she agreed happily. She turned on her heal and watched for just a second before she began shouting out names. Using the voice her 'military commander' voice that she grew up responding to, it was easy for her words to carry over the commotion on the field. Carly! Sarah! Nikki! The girls attention was grabbed and they all came over to join their captain. She explained to them that they would all be going inside for some special training and they quickly nodded, happy to get out of the heat. Practice is yours, coach, she said with a smile before heading inside with the select few. As soon as they got to the door they stopped. Oops, Skyler muttered as she took the ball from Nikki and set it on the ground. Heads up! she called before spiking it right next to Travis's head, into the wall and back, watching as it bounced right under the ladder and back to their attacker. Morning, sweet cheeks! She approached the art club and her teammates followed. We need the gym.