Post by Alexandria Parker on Mar 2, 2014 19:54:40 GMT -6
Alex stood leaned against the wall, fidgeting with the zipper on her jacket. She was bored, insanely so, but there was little she could do about it as she stood there waiting for a trainer to arrive at the appointed session. She hadn't cared to note the name, she rarely did. It wasn't that important. She didn't really care, and since she usually was the one being late - or not showing at all, waiting for a few more minutes couldn't hurt too much, right?
Whatever.
With an annoyed sigh, the girl pushed herself from the wall and rubbed her hands together, feeling the static heat frizz in her palms, and as she slowly dragged her hands apart, a small fireball had replaced the empty, nothingness that used to be. She held it up and studied the way it moved in the lights from the lamp above her. Fire was probably the only thing Alex felt any kind of kinship with, which in its own wasn't really that weird. But she often saw her own personality as cruel, destructive and fierce as that of a flame, and she found herself enjoying the labels.
The second she heard the footsteps, she rubbed her hands together again and the fire disappeared. A man approached her - most like the trainer and Alex pursed her lips, clearly unamused, ''Better late than never, I assume,'' she said dully with another annoyed sigh.
Oh boy, out of all the trainers she could get, they sent an old geezer? Not only did she have to worry about hurting someone, but now she had to worry about breaking someone's hip? Then again, that would probably end in amusement rather than worry. She was a joy like that.