(2016-04-29) The *POP* and Dash
The *POP* and Dash
Summary: Daxton and Gabrielle meet for the first time. Things could have gone smoother
Date: 2016-04-29
Related: None
Scene Runner: NA

Ocean Floor Hub Coral Springs

The central hub of the lowest level is utilitarian in nature, simply an open space with white walls. There are serval tunnels leading off from here. One is wide open and the ocean can be glimpsed from this tunnel, it is marked Paragon Island. There are double doors that can seal off this tunnel if needed. Of the other tunnels, the prominent ones hold plaques overhead. Each indicated it belongs to one of the four school teams. There is an occasional soft sofa like bench all the walls for students, along with some plants that do not require much sunlight.

It's late, not quite detention worth late, but late enough that the hub that all the dorms connect to is fairly empty. In steps the Ares speedster, dressed in a grey hoody and jeans. Undeneath the jacket is a very distinct "Lighthouse Pizza" t-shirt, and if that wasn't enough of a clue as to where he's been, Dax is carrying a to go bag. The smell of decent pizza surrounds the teen as he slowly makes his way towards the Ares door. Soemone looks tired.

For her part Gabrielle is coming from the direction of the gyn, dressed in a midnight blue dance leotard, white tights, and blue shorts. Under one arms she's carrying a small blue ball that matches the color of her leotard and over the opposite shoulder she's slung a bag out of the top of which poke the handles of two swords. Her gaze is a mile away and as she walks she's making strange little movements with her free hand, almost as if she was dancing in her mind and her free arm was involuntarily mirroring the dance's movements…

Daxton's attention is drawn, as any health male would. An eyebrow raises slightly at the silent dance. He's seen her around, but has never spoken. Instead of just barreling into Ares, he slows. "Hey." He doesn't quite make eye contact but offers a soft smile in greeting.

*POP* There's a quick spark of light as air fills in a vaccum incredibly fast and suddenly there's nothing in the hallway but a bouncing blue ball where Gabrielle used to be. A moment later the sound of someone panting very very quietly can be heard from up above, where Gabrielle is now clinging to the smooth ceiling of the tunnel.

Well, ironically at the *POP* Dax is also no longer where he was. The speedster, while not quite as impressively in the ceiling is at the door to the training grounds, fists up and in an automatic defensive stance. He's pretty built, so it's not an unimpressive sight. Blue eye dart and very quickly find the girl upside-down. His head tilts, but he does move besides that. She can make the first move, either to come down, or pop somewhere else. His leftover pizza bag is on the floor where he was, still smelling delicious.

Gabrielle peers at Daxton from where she's clinging to the ceiling. After a moment she slowly starts to come down, first a hand, then the other, leaving her 'standing' on the ceiling. Then one leg drops forward, her shin touching her forehead just as the second leg comes loose, creating enough momentum to have her flip and land on her feet. Through the whole process her eyes are glued on Daxton and finally she says, in a small, shy voice, "I'm sorry. You startled me…"

Daxton waits a beat until she's on the ground and talking before he straightens. His gaze drifts to her shoulder, but he gives a soft chuckle, "I startled you?" With none of the speed he just showed, he casually starts walking towards the dropped pizza. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were in the zone." He crouches down to pick up the bag, eyes leaving her to scan the bag for tears, "I'm Daxton, Ares."

Gabrielle reaches down to grab her abandoned ball and then clutches it to her chest, like a safety blanket or a shield. Looking somewhere over Daxton's shoulder she nods ever so slightly. "I know. I'm Gabrielle." Her eyes then fix on the pizzas and she adds, "Do you work in town?"

Daxton blinks in surprise, straightening again. People know him? He's knowable? He's not sure if that's a good thing or not. "I do. I just started a few weeks ago." He considers briefly the nervous girl before he holds out the bag, "Peace offering? Do you like pizza?"

Gabrielle shrinks back as if Daxton had offered her the most disgusting thing in the world. Shaking her head and raising her ball up the her chin she stares at the back as if it was going to bite. The only explenation she provides is, "Too many perservatives in pizza shop pizzas…"

Daxton's hands go up and he steps backwards, "Okay…sorry." Bad idea, no pizza. He looks a little upset by her reaction and takes another step back. "I'm gonna…" He nods towards the Ares door and then starts heading that way.

Gabrielle seems to realize that she's done something wrong. Looking down at her ball she explains, "Sorry, sorry… I'm just really allergic to anything chemical. Store bought pizza could kill me because of the chemicals in the cheese and anything else that's not pure, fresh, and not treated with pesticides. I didn't mean to offend you."

Daxton's head shakes, "No, it's cool. I didn't mean to …freak you." The bag is held slightly away now, like the extra foot of distance might keep her safer. "I won't offer anything like that again." He forces a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's a moody one, it seems. "You dance? Anna and Felicia have been talking about making a dance team or something…"

Gabrielle nods shyly, "I do… But They haven't asked me to join…" Not that she really has made much of an effort to get to know any of the girls. Then again, she's obsessive about training so more than enough people have seen her dancing in the gym over the last year.

Daxton's blue eyes dart up and he studies her briefly. He'll drop her name to them. He nods, "It's just a recent thing, I'm sure they will." His free hand raises and he rubs the back of his neck. The sleeve from his hoodie is pushed up slightly, revealing (if Gabby is observant) the yellow edges of bruising on his forearm. "They said something about a dance place in town, but I didn't catch the name."

That pulls her slightly out of her shy place. The blue ball goes back down to her chest and she finally looks /at/ Daxton himself, "Really? There's a dance studio in town? I haven't had a lot of time to explore…" And apparently she hasn't heard about the internet either.

Daxton gives a half shrug, "I don't know for sure. You'll need to ask them." He's certainly not going dancing! "It's a nice little town." He gives her a smirk and then nods, "I'll catch ya later." and then the speedster head soft to finish his left over.

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