(2016-09-22) Coward vs Pretty Boy
Coward vs Pretty Boy
Summary: Besa and Rebecca talk in the gym, neither particularly happy.
Date: 2016-09-22
Related: http://coralsprings.wikidot.com/log:2016-09-22-pretty-boy-petrichor
NPCs: Players go below, other chars that deserve mention can be listed here
Scene Runner: Who ran this scene, NA if no-one or mutual

A massive dome overhead is completely revealing of the ocean above it. This is a full size gym, with basketball hoops along the walls ready for play. Ropes hanging from a section of that dome ceiling ready to be climbed are tied off to not impede on gym floor activity. Excersize equipment and weights are off to the far end. At anytime the floor can be sectioned off for multiple team games to be played if needed. There are locker rooms for girls and boys to one side and opposite this are wooden bleachers that can be pulled out if needed for spectators. Opposite the bleachers there is a rock climbing wall, that goes right up to the dome itself overhead.

After a very frustrating conversation with Grayson, Besa is on the climbing wall, about half way up. He's in a goth looking tank top(is that even possible?) and coracle springs sweats. And most importantly, no harness.His pretty hair has been pulled back in a top knot while he climbs. All his concentration is on the wall and his holds to it, not who's is in the room.

Walking into the gym, Becca glances at the wall and relaxes. Well, if it's just Besa she got lucky. Tossing her gym bag against a wall, she walks over to a rack of hand weights, swinging her arms and warming up a little as she moves. She's in a red tank and white shorts, Athenian colors.

Besa keeps going up, although the holds get harder to find the height up it goes. This is his first go at climbing in a long time and his arms are starting to ache. He pauses to use his shoulder to wipe soemof the sweat off of his chin and cheek.

Glancing at Besa, Becca calls out a friendly "Yo." Before considering the hand weights. She selects two that pull her shoulders down as she hefts them. Making a face, she stands up straight and focuses on walking around the gym doing lunges with the weights.

That gets Besa's attention, he turns his head and calls down, "Hello Rebecca." There's a brief consideration and he'll start back down. It's not a race, he doesn't need to reach the top this tonight. Maybe he can ask her what Grayson meant by his words.

Huffing, Becca does her lunges. She needs to get stronger. She was at the gym this morning too, working out until her muscles screamed. She glances at Besa again briefly, noting his lack of a harness and hoping he doesn't fall. Probably best not to distract him.

Besa's a little more hesitant in his decent. But down he goes slowly until his foot is close enough to the floor to jump. He lands with a small huff, his arms feeling like they are on fire. Maybe there's a reason he's not rock climbed in a long time. He shakes them and glances over to see what Becca is doing.

Becca is taking huge lunging steps walking around the gym with an extra seventy five pounds in weights in her hands. She looks a little relieved Besa lands safely. "Good climb?" She asks between breaths.

Besa nods, taking a deep breath. He needs to try working out more. "It has been a while…" An eyebrow raises at the amount that Becca is holding, impressed by also confused. it seems like a lot for the girl. "Are you doing well?" He casually reaches up and rubs on of his shoulders.

"Yeah, great." Becca nods, her arms shaking. "I'm just an idiot sometimes is all." She shakes her head and looks at Besa. "You? Learning in English isn't throwing you off too much?" She wonders.

Besa stands there a movement and then nods, "I suppose we all can be…" He smiles at the concern, "It is difficult sometimes, but more so with talking to the students. Some works are just used oddly." What a wonderful segway, "Is…pretty boy a compliment or an insult?"

"It can be both I guess. Usually some males throw it as others to be rude, but some men are beautiful. It depends on the context." Becca's eyes flick to his face, hair, trying to decide if he might fall into the second. She continues to lunge and pauses after a few, setting the weights down to look at Besa. "Why?"

Besa blinks and sighs, so there's that. He nods, "Alright." So Grayson insulted him. Good to know. He shrugs, "Someone called me that, after saying I did not look like I belonged in the gym." To be honest, he probably doesn't look like he belongs anywhere but a shampoo commercial. The egyptian teen steps over to where the equipment is and picks up his disguarded jump rope from earlier.

"Hmm? Who said that?" Becca wonders, looking at Besa, his arms. "You seemed to handle that rock wall fine." Her lips press together and she picks the weights back up with a grunt. Back to lunges. "If it helps-I seriously hurt my boyfriend's trust, he stormed off on me…I'm a coward. Better to be a pretty boy."

Besa doesn't want to start fighr causing rumors, "It does not matter. His opinion does not mean anything." Although Besa does seem to be down about it. He full frowns now, "Why would that help? I am not happy that you are not." He doesn't see any correlation to what she's saying, "How does that make you a coward?" The teen has no experience with dating or the dynamic that goes into it.

"Misery loves company, Besa." Becca offers and keeps hauling the weight. It's not terribly obvious when she starts to phase and take the weight with her. "I'm a coward because I broke a promise to him and thought I could live with his anger over it, but then I couldn't so I lied about it, told him way after the fact." She looks at the ground. "He has a right to be mad. I don't know what to do but wait, I can hardly take what I did back."

Besa's nose wrinkles, he's always hated that phrase. "I am sorry. that sounds like a bad position to be in." Again, he's never had any type-wait…The teen has clearly thought of something, the jump rope is now put away instead of used. "Sometimes people change into a different person after a promise has been bad." He doesn't know if Becca changed, but his own situation definitely has. It's definitely something to think on.

"It was just a bad time…it was complicated but if I kept the promise I might have lost some friends to an enemy, but by breaking it…" Becca shrugs, ankle deep in the floor as she walks with the weights. Looking at Besa she tightens her eyes. "I hope I'm not different, not bad. I didn't think it'd hurt him." She adds softly.

Besa nods, but doesn't comment. It sounds complicated, and he has no words of wisdom for that. Dark eyes do flicker to her sinking into there floor, unsure if she should try to help her. He wouldn't want her to end up in the ocean! "I am sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

"Better not. He gets scowly when I hang out with Aidan too often." Becca looks down and tsks. "It's the weight." She steps back up onto the floor and focuses on her feet as she keeps up training and talking. "So you got on a kid's bad side huh? Some of us are pretty prickly. It might have just been an off afternoon for them."

Besa frowns more, "I have female friends. And I am forbidden from dating." Does that help? He lets it go and just shrugs, "Perhaps. i do not know how though." He can't think of anything, besides… "He did not like my choice of reading the other day. Make me take something different. perhaps he was mad about that?"

"I don't know that he'll talk to me anytime, but yeah, maybe it might." Becca shakes her head a little and trudges back to the weight rack, her arms are shaking, they might just fall right off. "Mad about a book? Maybe. Seems a little silly to be mad about a book." She sets the weights up and offers a small smile at Besa. "Keep your fingers crossed for me. Gotta think of something I can do to fix things."
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