Early Morning Practice (Open)

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor often had a way with words.  It certainly explained how he'd managed to secure keys to the gym.  Sure he promised to only use them to for personal time on the basketball court or, if necessary, get into the locker rooms and he wasn't allowed to break curfew or any of that nonsense.  Truth be told, gaining access to the court was one of the few endeavor's he'd undertaken lately that had pure intentions.  He didn't conduct any sort of shady shenanigans in the gym when no one was around nor did he take advantage of the open space for any other reason than to be alone with a ball and a hoop, usually at the ungodly hours of the morning.

There was a little attention paid to any of that, as Trevor jab stepped and crossed over an imaginary opponent. He was rusty and that didn't sit well. He'd been playing football lately but basketball would always be his true sports passion. It was such a smooth game that felt so comfortable to be a part of. It wasn't as violent and harsh as football, even though he loved playing that as well. He charged toward the hoop and smoothly laid the ball up and through the net. His game was, at least, beginning to come back to him even though it'd take a few of these impromptu practice sessions to get back to where he wanted to be.

Collecting the ball, Trevor returned to half court and turned back toward the hoop. His eyes narrowed as he envisioned a play in his head. He took an invisible screen and dribbled right, the help defense caused him to stop abruptly, cross the ball behind his back to his left hand and change direction. Having evaded that defender, Trevor made a beeline for the basket. With a short hop to his right he dodged the imaginary center coming over to help defend the hoop and put up a soft double-clutch runner that found its way up and into the net. He was beginning to feel it now as he jogged a few steps to gather the ball once more.

After wiping his forehead with the back of his arm, Trevor moved back to the sidelines where his gym bag sat.  It was well before any classes were due to start and only half the gym's lights were on causing pale shadows to stretch across the gymnasium, bathing the lone hoop in a shower of white light.  Kneeling, Trevor dug into his bag and withdrew his phone, taking a moment to check his messages before tucking it away.  Once he got to his feet he paused and gave a bit of a smirk.  "Sorry."  He said with a faint shrug of his shoulders.  "I didn't think anyone was up this early.  I'll be done here in a minute."

[Stella Davenport]

She was going to shoot some hoops before class. Find a way to unwind before having to deal with nonsense for the rest of the day. She didn't like how crowded the hallways seemed in between classes. It was like she wasn't able to breathe right. She had thought everyone was sleeping, that would be the perfectly normal thing for people to do. Even the waves that assaulted her so frequently were slow, that's why she enjoyed the early mornings. She heard brown, she turned towards the sounds and almost dropped her ball. She hadn't expected anyone to be I'm here and she was lost in the thought. What had he said? Her eyes quickly flickered towards the phone and back towards the green wavelength coming from it, nothing...he was talking to her. What had he said... Done in a minute?

"That's fine, there's no rush, there is more than one hop in here" She said smiling and bouncing the ball towards the hop off to the side. Green, green, shot, red the pattern continued on like that for two baskets. She was curious as to why the boy was here so early. If he was checking his phone, surely that met he was social...shouldn't he have been sleeping to?

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor nodded faintly, accepting the girl's answer. Usually those who ventured into the gym so early preferred to have the space to themselves. He was largely no exception to this, though he usually didn't mind some company now and again. He often did consider everyone a mystery primed to be discovered and anyone who would be up at this time to play basketball certainly fit that idea.

"So." Trevor said, bouncing the ball deftly between each hand as he slowly made his way across the court toward the girl. He didn't recognize her which meant she was probably new to the Academy. That made him all the more curious. "What is it that brings you out so early?" He asked curiously, taking a moment to study the girl's movements as she went about her business.

[Stella Davenport]

Stella, was positive that Trevor would go about his business and she would be left alone to her devices. However that was no the case, instead she saw the colors before she heard the sounds, red, yellow, red, yellow. All the way until he reached her, the closer he got the brighter the colors. She pretended that she was distracted by the colors, at least she tried to. Absentmindedly throwing the ball tpwards the net, and the surprising swoosh sound, as she heard the brown voice again.
"It's quiet, not a lot of distractions from things." She said vaguely. She wasn't sure how upfront people were about their powers. What was she supposed to say i might have heard your conversation, by accident? No she wasn't too keen on sounding like a creepy so she decided it was best be vague. Of course direct asking was okay right? What was the protocol for mutant power sharing? she had no earthly freaking clue, perhaps he just wanted to play ball?
She tried her best not judge based on the colors people sounded like. It was hard, she figured people sounded a certain way for a reason right? Even then she had a hard time seperating their actual colors when they mixed in with the color waves of everything else.