this should be fun

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

At least this shouldn't be stressful; no, in fact, this should be fun. Zoe had met a few students from across the Atlantic, and most of her interactions with them had been quite pleasant overall. True, she hadn't seen the girl or met her yet, but Zoe had high hopes.

But at least Zoe didn't have the near crippling social anxiety she normally felt. She had even dressed cute: adjusting her school uniform and opting for one of her page-boy caps atop her head. Zoe had always preferred skirts and what have you before, and the uniform policy had actually come as something of a relief, vastly expanding Zoe's wardrobe. Her gloves had been allowed too, of course, and now the cooler weather made leggings and so forth all the easier.

Now Zoe just needed to make sure to adjust the mirrors and what have you. Zoe had actually been sort of gambling with there being actual mirrors present, seeing as she'd never actually been there. The place did have the mirrors though, which nearly made Zoe sigh in relief. She began moving things about as best she could, trying to find angles and mostly wishing she had lights.

There were a few various bars set up, and Zoe wondered if she could actually move them. She moved to grab one, surprised to find she could adjust it slightly. However, she must have set it off balance, for soon it fell over, and Zoe found herself pinned to the ground. She had to fight off tears while she attempted to push it off, only to found that, as to be expected, she lacked the strength to do so.

"Well, at least she should be here soon... if she doesn't get lost," Zoe's eyes went wide and she looked around, but her phone lay a few feet away, next to her camera, where she'd set both while she went around. Well, surely someone would miss her? No, Oneyka would figure it out... right?

Oneyka A. Duffuor

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

Even though Onnie would never admit it, she enjoyed and almost lived for being pointed at with a camera lens. It was one of her  guilty pleasures and would make her seem absolutely conceited and full of herself if she ever verbally admitted that. And even though she just wanted to help a follow student and mutant out with their current project (whether it be for themselves, portfolio or for class), she was used to photographed and enjoyed it.

She was even sure that this Zoe was a very friendly and kind person, seeing how that was the vibe she received when they contacted each other via email. So maybe this could even be fun? Onnie would soon find out in a few minutes.

Oneyka had on one of her one piece bodysuits for ballet that she usually wore during practices and rehearsals, along with black sneakers and a pair of her ballet shoes that were tied together by their lace and hung over her right shoulder. Though, when she finally found her way to the dance studio, she opened the door before heading in. Only to find the place set up but also a female student had been pinned to the ground by one of the bars. There would be time to ask how and why but right now it didn't seem like she could get up by herself.

"Oh my God. Are you okay?" Onnie's eyes widened as she hurried to the girl's aid as she stood over her, bent her knees and grabbed onto the bar with both hands. Hopefully she wasn't hurt. "Are you able to push it away from your body as I pull?" Oneyka was the complete opposite of a she-hulk but she dealt with the bars before, and they were a pain to move around.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

"Well, nothing feels too broken," said Zoe, unable to keep all the relief from her voice. Someone had showed! Admittedly, that someone didn't happen to be anyone that Zoe particularly recognized, but they were there! Oh, this was probably the girl.

Introductions later: they had to get Zoe out first.

"Um, I might be able to?" said Zoe. "I'm not, um, very strong, but, uh, I am thin, skinny," she raised a hand, smiling a bit. "So, um, we don't have to raise the bar too far."

Zoe nodded and then shifted, ready to start pushing the moment she saw the other girl start pulling. This meant turning to look at said other girl, and as Zoe did, she noticed what the girl was wearing, not to mention the girl's overall attractiveness. A dancer, perhaps? Though Zoe had asked about this room before coming here, and she'd been told that it would be available. Either way, the girl was going to be helping soon: that was what really mattered.

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

"Well, nothing feels too broken," Thank goodness for that. Hopefully she was right and nothing was broken but everything wouldn't be confirmed until they got the bar from off of her. Nodding, Onnie took a deep breath. If she couldn't push as much that was fine, Onnie was sure she could do more to lift it giving her more than enough space.

As the girl shifted and pushed, Oneyka just enough strength to lift it and hold it steady until the girl was able to get from under it. It was probably awkward, having to help with what she had on but she hadn't expected to have to hover over someone to help them from being pinned down by a bar. Once she was able to get from under, Onnie let go of the bar and stepped aside as she stared at it. Someone else would have to fix it but as for now, she had to figure out of this was the girl.

"Those things can be really tricky, and are you sure you're okay? Are you the Zoe I am supposed to be meeting? Do you need me to help you to the nurse?" She kept asking because she just wanted to make sure that the girl was okay. Not everyone had super strength or durability.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Together, though it was probably mostly the other girl's work, they managed to lift the bar enough for Zoe to squirm out. She did so quickly, wiggling and worming. Her body felt sore, particularly where the bar had landed, but other then that, Zoe felt fine. She was even able to draw herself fully upright, taking a deep breath and only wincing a little. She couldn't help but cry with relief, and even moved to give the other girl a hug before remembering her power.

"What? Oh, oh, yes," Zoe said. She lifted a hand up to wipe at her tears, gesturing with the other toward the camera. "I'm Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe, and that's my camera," she nodded, then giggled a little, the noise sounding stressed. "I can't believe I just introduced my camera. I'm really sorry I'm just," Zoe took a deep breath, waving at herself with her hand and turning away.

She needed to pull herself together. Should be easy, as the emotion flooding through her right now was more relief then anything else. Positive emotions were usually easier to handle, right?

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

Onnie looked at the girl, checking her once over just to make sure there weren't any visible injuries. Those bars were pretty heavy and the girl seemed to be an adorable little thing, fragile even. Well Onnie couldn't talk, she looked fragile herself but was known to eat a ton. Fast metabolisms just worked that way. She made her way over to the girl but when she tried to hug Onnie, she suddenly stopped, which was weird but Onnie was okay with it.

She was wiping her eyes? "Are you sure you're okay?" Hopefully they weren't tears from pain, she'd hate to ignore any harm that had been done but if the lovely Brit claimed that she was okay, well. Onnie laughed, "It's quite alright. Breathe." Reaching a hand out to shake Zoe's hand, she also introduced herself. "I'm Oneyka Duffuor, it's a pleasure to meet you." She then gestured at her camera, chuckling. "As well as your camera."

Glancing around, she realized she still had her ballet shoes hung over her shoulder. "Oh! I should probably be ready, huh. Just so I don't take up more time than needed." Moving to the center of the dance floor, Onnie sat down, took off her shoes and socks and started getting her ballet shoes on and the long silk laces tied. "I'm sure you have plenty of people to get through." Onnie hadn't been sure how many people Zoe was seeing but that didn't mean Onnie had the right to waste anymore time. She then put her hair into a ponytail before she started stretching.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

"Yes, yes, I'm quite fine," Zoe insisted, nodding a few times and taking another breath. She shook her body slightly, trying to work out any remaining kinks. A few more deep breaths, taken almost in time with Oneyka's suggestions she do so. that made Zoe laugh a little, the noise expressing more of the relief then her tears and whatnot certainly had. "Excellent, yes, good to meet you," repeated Zoe, nodding a few times.

She took a step away from Oneyka, again wiping at her tears, wanting to make sure that she'd gathered herself before actually beginning to real photography part. She walked over to her camera, picking it up and adjusting a few things, running through settings and making sure everything was in order. Zoe nodded as she turned back to Oneyka.

"Oh, I made sure to give you plenty of time! And there are a few people, but, well, I don't want to rush anyone," Zoe smiled bashfully and met Oneyka's eyes for a moment before looking away. "you, um, really are quite striking, which will be great and all. For the picture," now Zoe was blushing and trying to remind herself that complimenting and flirting weren't necessarily the same thing. "We'll just get a few basic shots of you sort of posing fairly naturally,' she said, walking about and gesturing, "as establishing shots. Then we'll transition into shots of you using your power and how that goes," Zoe nodded as she explained, taking another deep breath, glad that at least her tears were all dried up.

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

As long as the girl was okay. Onnie just wanted to make sure she hadn't any injuries or ignored injuries that may effect her later on. That was the funniest thing about a dance studio, as beautiful and peaceful as it seemed, the damages that occurred when inside were horrible. From twisted ankles, to broken legs, as well as bloody toes and feet from endless ballet practices, it got ugly and sad to say, Zoe only happened to get the small percentage of a bar falling on top of her.

As she stretched, she looked over to Zoe and smiled. It was good to know that she wouldn't be wasting anyone's time. As for the compliment, she was very flattered. "Why thank you, Zoe. I appreciate it." Onnie had noticed Zoe looking away and smiled. The girl was absolutely adorable in every sense or maybe it was shy? Either way it was an interesting trait to have as a photographer. She moved her body in a way that allowed her to move into a handstand and then getting back on her feet. She looked back at herself through the dance studio mirror just to give herself a look over.

She nodded at Zoe's plans for the shots. "During our time together, I'll be your puppet." She tightened her ponytail, "So just let me know what to do and when." Gesturing at her camera and set up, Onnie was curious. "When did you decide that photography was for you?"

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

"It's nothing, really," insisted Zoe, the flush continuing again. She hadn't been able to not admire the whole headstand thing when it happened, looking at the feet and sort of marveling that someone could so easily do that. And without relying upon a mutation or anything either! Clearly the girl had some talents that went beyond her mutation. Though, then again, so did Zoe, really.

"Well, uh, I don't really want you to be a puppet or anything," said Zoe. She chewed at her lip for a moment, looking at Oneyka and then the room. She could feel that twinge along her body but opted to ignore it, instead focusing on the photography and all. "Well, we'll---oh? Um," Zoe laughed lightly, "I can't really remember when it started. Feels like I've always had a camera in my hands. I certainly had it all through junior high and most of senior..."

Zoe paused then, looking away. She'd developed her powers incredibly late, which usually didn't feel too embarrassing until she got around other mutants her own age. Then it came out that they'd had their powers for far, far longer, leaving Zoe feeling like some sort of child. She fidgeted again, taking another deep breath. The photoshoot, focus on that.

"We'll probably do a few shots just setting things up, some basic stretching poses, mostly," said Zoe, pointing at the mirrors. "We'll want you situated so that you get all the reflections..." Zoe walked about, comparing angles and nodding to herself, clearly looking for the best shot, again. This time, she only bumped into the balancing beams instead of knocking them over, at least.

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

Cartwheels and handstands had been the easy stuff so they were simple for her, the only reason she was able to get her body to do anything even close was because of ballet and modern dance. Certain postures, movement, and positions were only getting easier for Onnie the more she stayed focused on her disciplines, not like her parents would let her focus on anything else. They weren't too strict on her but they always assumed that she would follow through with what they had spent so much time and money on her to do.

She nodded, taking note to be as free-flowing and natural as she wanted to be, along with any set directions from Zoe. Eyeing her camera, she smiled brightly. "Ah. So it's just natural, which is always a beautiful thing. Some people try to force themselves in said talents, while it comes to you naturally. Something I hope you embrace for years after now." It was true because tons of people saw amazing photographs on tumblr and google and tried to just hop in on the fun when really, stuff like that didn't just happen. It came naturally, and even though she wasn't a photographer (far from it) it was like that with other many talents as well. She appreciated Zoe's love for what she did.

Turning around, she noticed the many reflections from the mirrors and nodded. "Will do." She allowed herself to balance on the toes of both feet, slowly rolling them around. Sometimes the ballet slippers became uncomfortable after not wearing them for a while.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe smiled bashfully, lowering her gaze as Oneyka mentioned her talent as being beautiful. Not that she disagreed, as horrible as that was: she did realize that she had skill at this. That was part of why she kept going, kept pursuing photography, insisted on putting herself and her art forward in that realm, determined to make her mark.

It also helped her slide into it now, nodding and pulling up the camera. Oneyka started posing almost too naturally, and it helped Zoe get into the groove. She brought the camera up, moving into it. The photos began and she began moving, working, walking, determined to snap several photographs and determined to make sure to get all the best angles.

"Could you move slightly?" she asked, directing, sounding almost different, more confident, more assured of herself. "Just, a bit to your left,' Zoe gestured and stepped forward, seeming to want to actually help pose Oneyka. Something stopped her though, and she drew her hands back, licking her lips nervously.

No touching: the first rule of being mutant Zoe.

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

At first, Onnie had no idea that Zoe had began taking photos as she rolled the toes of her feet around and about against the ground. She at least wanted to make sure they felt comfortable seeing how she would be in her ballet slippers for the rest of this shoot. Once she noticed the attention of Zoe and her camera, she remained natural. Most of the time before practice, or just when she was alone, Onnie had a habit of looking at herself through the mirrors. It allowed her to appreciate herself as a whole, visually. Sure, some parts of her weren't perfect. Like how skinny she tended to be despite the fact that she ate a lot, or the ratio of her forehead to the rest of her head but that was the greatest thing of full body dance mirrors, they allowed you to become familiar.

"Could you move slightly?" Lifting her head slightly, she looked at Zoe through the reflection of the mirror, before turning her head towards the actual girl and scooted slightly to the left, smiling softly. "Is that good?" Rolling her shoulders, she slightly bounced her head to the current song playing in her head before allowing herself to go through some of the basic positions, from the first to the fifth a few seconds between each. Even though she had messed up a bit on her fifth position, Onnie chuckled it off as she looked at herself in the mirror and tried at it again.

"Sorry." She apologized for the tiny mess up but doubted that Zoe would had even noticed it. Well, she noticed it and that was all that mattered.

Grasping at perfection had been so normal of her to do.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Oneyka seemed to not have even realized Zoe was snapping photographs, which pleased Zoe tremendously. She'd always had a knack for catching people at their normal tasks, for having them be so comfortable that they literally forgot that there happened to be someone there with a camera. It probably helped that Zoe was eerily quiet. Oneyka at least heard her and adjusted. Zoe nodded, taking a few more photographs. She switched to a more rapid version, the camera whirring softly.

"Sorry?" repeated Zoe, blinking, wondering if she'd caught an echo. It was usually her apologizing needlessly, not someone else. She blinked a few more times, looking around the camera at Oneyka. "You're doing fine, really," she said, looking the girl over and nodding. "We'll take a few more, and then if you could sort of naturally progress to using your ability? I'm afraid that, um," she paused, camera lowering, lip being bitten, "I don't know how it works... your ability, that is. Would you, um, are you comfortable... explaining it, maybe?"

It felt so odd to say it that way but, well, Zoe really did need to know if she was going to do this right.

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

Oneyka nodded, taking Zoe's word for it. It was comforting not having to go through a harsh and stressful photo shoot and actually allowing herself to be free for once, to have fun. She wasn't used to this type of freedom on the other side of the lens, so she would have to remember to keep it as natural as possible and not worry about the minor things. Which was sometimes easier said than done.

She stretched both of her arms over her head and more so towards the left as she nodded, "Okay." But when Zoe paused and then continued, Onnie looked at her through the reflection of the mirror, chuckling, she shook her head. "It's quite alright, I don't mind at all. I don't even remember if I got to explain it thoroughly for you in the email." She stood back on pointe; the points of her toes, for no reason really but to stretch her calves out. "I'm a shapeshifter, a human shapeshifter- Though it's easier for me to shift into other females and more difficult for me to shift into men; which mind you, gets pretty painful. Apart of that is my vocal mimicry," She cleared her throat before her voice changed into Zoe's. "Which allows me to mimic sounds and other voices, accents, that sort of thing." She switched back to her original voice, chuckling. "But that part probably doesn't interest you seeing how you can't capture that in photos."

Onnie stood back on the flats of her feet as she smiled, "I'll show you but I'll do it slowly so you can see and I should be able to give you at least two full shifts if I take my time." She began shifting as she stood somewhat still, swinging her arms back and forth as if she was waiting for something. Starting from her toes, a ripple of her skin going from chocolate to a bronzed skin that seemed naturally tanned, her body added a bit more curves but stayed slim. Even though her lips became a tad thinner and certain facial features shifted, her eyes stayed brown and her hair became curlier with lighter brown and blonde tips towards the ends of her hair. Her source had been from a very pretty college student she had seen walking around with a few of her friends. Even though Onnie had never met the girl, she had seen her more than a couple of times to get the full effect of her look.

"There." Her voice, the accent, it all remained the same.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe watched as Oneyka kept moving. First she watched and listened without thinking much of it, then about halfway through the description, it occurred to her to keep snapping a few shots, as she didn't have any idea what would actually prove to be useable.She soon found herself stopping and letting out a little cry of surprise at the sudden voice change.

"Well, it's still interesting," replied Zoe, smiling shyly. Oneyka was right though. Zoe then moved back, getting ready to take photos. She had to be ready, and she immediately set her camera to the fastest frame-rate possible. This would be tricky and--ah, she was moving. Zoe began taking the photos as quickly as possible after locking her body in place, not wanting the photos to be disturbed in the slightest.

Zoe then took a breath and took a few more photos, nodding. "That is quite stunning and, um, you picked a very pretty girl," distractingly pretty, actually. Not that Zoe hadn't thought that Oneyka was pretty in her natural state but... Wait, was that even her natural shape? No, Zoe couldn't ask that. It would be much, much too rude.

"That was really impressive," said Zoe, nodding. She walked around for a bit, observing and nodding. Then she brought the camera up, looking. "Oh! I managed to get you in between! See," she turned the camera, showing the series of images that painted the picture of Oneyka becoming someone else. Zoe beamed, thrilled that it had turned out well. Now that she knew how it worked, maybe she could set up something...