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Ross Reid

"Sup Dude"

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a character in “Boot Camp for Heroes”, originally authored by Duct Tape, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Full Name:
Ross Jay Reid
Gender:
Male
Age:
24
Orientation:
Straight
Role:
Camper



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Personality:
Going to a camp is something Ross never saw himself doing, everything was different now though. A week before, he had nearly died due to his power setting him straight that he needs to learn how to better control the power he had. He is a procrastinator and this had been one of those things he always put off, figured it wouldn't do him that much because he had a basic understanding of what he was capable of, up until he fired a beam out of his mouth destroying half of a building that was luckily abandoned.
When Ross isn't losing control he's an easy going guy that can get along with almost anyone. He doesn’t care about what people have to say about him and is a strong believer in “if you don’t mess with me I won’t mess with you.” Even though people can get along with him he does tend to miss cues when people are getting annoyed with him.

Strengths:
- High Endurance
- High Agility
- Fearless

Weaknesses:
- Naive
- Carefree
- A Flake
- Procrastinator

Fears:
- Silence - Nothing gets him more on edge then utter silence. Something always has to be making noise for him to feel comfortable.
- Spontaneous Combustion - Ross is terrified of losing control over his power, it almost happened once and he never wants to experience it again.

Power:
Plasm Manipulation - Ross has the power to control plasma from high energy that generates inside of him. He can shoot plasma balls them mainly out of his hands and feet and also has the potential to shoot beams out of his eyes and mouth. When he starts to use his power a green aura surrounds his hands and feet while his eyes glow green. If he does not release built up energy it is possible that it may seriously hurt him or worse.



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Quirks:
- Rubs his nose and sniffs when he talks to people
- Cracks his knuckles all the time
- Brushes his hair back when focusing

Hobbies:
- Bike Riding
- Watching Movies
- Sculpting
- Rock Climbing
Their Song: Agent Orange - Miserlou

So begins...

Ross Reid's Story

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Character Portrait: Finnian Andrius Carmichael Character Portrait: Arabella Esstence Character Portrait: James Stone Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Ross Reid Character Portrait:
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Jeremiah woke up to see his campers sleeping in their beds. His bed was a double bed and in the center of the cabin. The rest were single bunk beds, lined against the walls. He got up quietly, made his bed and left the cabin. It was 6:15 am. The sun was coming up, but it was cold and brisk. Jer looked at the other cabins, and walked bare-foot to the cafeteria, where he would help the cooks prepare breakfast for the campers. Everyone was allowed to sleep in till 7. Breakfast was served at 7:30 and cleaned up by 8:30. When his morning duties were finished, he headed back to his cabin to wake everyone up.

The closest bed was Finnian's. He shook his shoulder gently and said, "Time to wake up, buddy." He moved onto James, Ross, and Arabella, and did the same before moving to his dresser and taking off his sweatpants. He knew that undressing in front of the campers was not a good idea, but he had no real choice. It was either that or go to the outhouse to change. Jeremiah never felt like it, so he always changed in the cabin. "Come on, kids. Time to wake up~"

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Character Portrait: Patricia Amelia Carmichael Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Finnian Andrius Carmichael Character Portrait: Arabella Esstence Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer
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Amira was up by 5:35 am. Meditation passed the half an hour or so she had to kill. Even though she had been at camp for several years she did not leave the cabin until 6:00 am on the dot. Better to not piss off Jeremiah on the first day back. Dressed in black shorts, a white tank, and grey running shoes with her hair pulled up she headed out on her morning jog. She had been cutting out this path in the woods for three years now. She knew where every fallen log, every rocky ledge, and every vine infested part of the trail was. She could almost run her path with her eyes closed. She took deep even breaths as she picked up her pace, sweat beading on her forehead. She spotted her old cedar tree with a slight indent in the middle and grinned. This is where her trail got fun. About a year and a half back she had started picking up parkour...and now she incorporated it into her run every morning. She ran up the tree, using her momentum she pushed off the center indent and grabbed a branch, swung around twice Olympic style and landed on another branch. She felt it bow under her weight and sighed.

"Couldn't have gained that much..." She grumbled to herself as she shot forward jumping for another branch, then swinging from another. She loved her morning run and was fairly proud of her athletic abilities. After a half an hour of branch bouncing she landed lightly on the ground and continued on her run.

Amira only stopped her run for one thing, the relatively large creek a little further than halfway through her run. She paused long enough to wash herself down in the stream, braid her hair and catch her breath....and then she was off again. When she got to the end of her route, at the edge of camp, she started her cool down stretches.

Checking her watch she smiled. It was only 7:00 am. A new record for her.

Amira spotted Jeremiah and waved but didn't bother trying to make conversation. He was busy and she wasn't much of a talker in the morning...in her opinion, it would be a perfect world if everyone only hugged and drank coffee before 10:00 am.

Amira finished her stretches and went to her cabin. She changed into a black Godsmack v neck tee, a pair of skinny jeans and her wedge boots and headed to the kitchen. She liked to help out in making the food when she could.

"Hey guys" She called to the staff. She got a warm welcome back of hugs and pats on the back before she started making breakfast with the rest of the staff.

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Character Portrait: Finnian Andrius Carmichael Character Portrait: Arabella Esstence Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: James Stone Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells
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Ross Reid


With a nudge to his shoulder Ross rolled his eyes awake with large yawn, kicking off his blankets and placing them under his legs all while rubbing his eyes and cracking his knuckles. A couple of minutes passed, figuring he should get up he let out a sigh while throwing his legs off of the bed and onto the floor. Mornings were not his strong suit, a schedule wasn't either and to be on a schedule where you had to be up by 7 was just awful. Ross did a slight jump to get the blood flowing and proceeded to change, or at least to a point. He changed out of tank top and into a white baseball shirt with grey sleeves he didn't bother to change out of his red plaid pajama bottoms and slipped on an old pair of skate shoes.

Stepping outside gave him a slight chill but it was nothing too extreme. Shrugging it off he made his way to the cafeteria, there wasn't many people around that he could see but not everyone immediately goes for the where they keep the food as soon as they wake up, he may be smaller be he can pile food away. When he got to the cafeteria he tripped inside, catching onto a chair before he slowly let himself slide to the ground. "Good job Ross." he murmured getting back to his feet. Shaking his head he couldn't help but laugh at himself and with a smile on his face he grabbed an orange and sat in a chair closest to the wall with his feet up on another waiting for everything to be ready.

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Amira spotted Jace as she entered the cafeteria. Jace gave her an enthusiastic wave and hollered ‘hello’ as she jumped into the jumbled mess that was the kitchen staff.

“Morning Jace, wanna give me a hand with these scrambled eggs?” She called as she started taking pans of food out to the main table were everyone dished themselves.

Once everything was set up she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at a table a little further towards the back so she could do one of her favorite pass times. People watching.

Amira watched Victor come out of the shadows and smiled. What a cool ability…she wondered for a moment if she could mimic it if she got close enough…Then she shook her head and laughed at herself. She did her very best to avoid using her own powers.

Noah walked in just behind Victor looking like super tired. Poor kid. She gave him a friendly smile as he found a seat.

Next there came Ross. When he got to the cafeteria he tripped inside, catching onto a chair before he slowly let himself slide to the ground. Amira giggled as she heard him mutter "Good job Ross." To himself. She watched him laugh at himself and shake it off. Dang his smile was pretty damn sexy. She shook her head. Too much time alone. She thought to herself as she watched him grab an orange, sit down and put his feet up on another waiting for everything to be ready.

Amira sighed as she sipped her slowly cooling coffee and waited for the others to arrive.

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There was nothing Kitty Fetzer despised more than the morning. It was the worst part of the day, in her opinion. However, today was different. Today, Kitty opened her eyes as if she were programmed to do so. For a few moments, she stared up at the bottom of the bunk bed above her. The way her eyes darted, it appeared as though she were looking for something. Then, her eyes stopped, and she gingerly lifted her arm. According to the wooden watch wrapped around her wrist, it was 5:50 am. Much too early.

She silently groaned to herself. Kitty was never one of those people who could fall right back to sleep. Her body wouldn't allow her. When she was up, she was up. She had ten more minutes before she was entitled to escape the cabin, so she spent that time getting changed into an outfit that actually looked nice and put-together. Kitty never really cared much about her appearance, but whenever she had the time to look good, she'd use it. She checked the hour once again, slipped a beanie hat over her jet-black hair, and then stepped outside into the Canadian morning weather.

It was still a little chilly, (as most early mornings were,) but it was nothing too unbearable. Kitty was at least happy to see that there was no snow covering the ground. Taking a fern-colored ipod out from her leather backpack, she scrolled through the list of songs until she found one that would wake her up. She placed a small pair of headphones over her ears, and began to let the music take control of her walking pace.

She was heading out towards the lake; one of the only places that had actually stayed the same since her early adolescence. Kitty had never told anyone, but she had attended the same camp ten years ago - when she was just fourteen years old and still an amateur at wind manipulation. For some reason, she could never remember her entire experience at camp. Only bits and pieces remained in her memory. She remembered some of the people and places, but never what she had learned. There was a reason, though. There was a reason for all of this. There was a reason why she had returned to this place - why she had forced herself to come back. It was a reason she knew existed, but not a reason she was willing to believe. Of course, it was a reason she wasn't willing to tell anybody.

Once she had reached the misty waters of the creek, Kitty collected the flattest stones she could find, and started to skip them upon the water's surface. She had gotten a lot better at skipping stones since her childhood, and combined with her wind powers, she could hear a loud 'whoosh' sound before the tiny pebbles hopped across the water at mind-blowing speeds. She could see another girl, Amira, come over and and wet her flaming red hair in the creek, braiding it at a quicker pace than Kitty could ever manage. She thought about talking to her, but with the concentrated look on the girl's face, she knew that Amira was 'in the zone'. She also thought she heard someone else, but every time she turned around, nobody was there.

Afterwards, Kitty traveled alone to the cafeteria. She walked briskly, as she was so hungry, she was about ready to peel the bark off of the trees and eat them. On the way in, she managed to catch a tired Ross stumble through the entrance. She silently laughed to herself, and then entered the building, grabbing a blueberry muffin and filling her magenta thermos mug with coffee.

She leaned on the wall next to Ross, ready to bust his chops about his grand entrance.
"Morrrrnin'," she said, addressing him with giddy smirk. "Saw you fall on the way in...how much booze did you drink this morning?"
She raised her thick eyebrows and swigged a long sip of coffee as she delightfully awaited his response.

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Jace was more than happy to help Amira with breakfast. When it was done, she settled down at a table with the others, drinking a glass of milk and eating eggs, sausages, bacon, and a slice of toast. She needed a lot of protein because of all the exercise she did and all the muscle she was building. She was quiet as the others ate. She didn't talk much, except for a good morning and hello.

She finished quickly and helped the kitchen once again. She has been at this camp for the longest time, so she knew these staff members really well. They were like her family, and it's where she spent most of her time. She smiled at Jer as he walked back into the cafeteria in jean, converse, and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was a little too small on him, as it was nice and tug over his bulging muscles.










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Jer made his way back into the cafeteria, seeing as Ross was the only to get up and go to breakfast. He pulled on his shirt, feeling it was too tight. He needed to buy new shirts... He was working out to much.

He greeted Victor as he made his way towards the cafeteria, and as entered the building, he saw his sister was already done with her meal and in the kitchen helping the staff. He smiled at her, before grabbing breakfast himself and greeting the campers.

He saw Ross trip on his way in, and smiled. He patted his back gently before saying, "Mornings are rough, kid. I know." He turned to the others, "Good morning everyone." He made his way to Amira, greeting her with a warm smile. He was glad to have her around. She was so helpful with everything.

"Thank you for helping with the kitchen, Amira." He paused, talking a bite of his eggs. "How are you this morning? Ready to start combat training this morning?" Out of all the activities, combat training was Jer's favorite. He helped them with not only their hand-to-hand combat, but utilizing their powers in the combat. It was interesting to see what ways these kids could use their powers. They were so darn creative. It made Jer feel old, even though his was still in his 20s.

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Ross took his orange, turned it to a spot he liked and bit into it breaking the skin. There was nothing like the tart taste of an orange peel to wake you up. Making a face he put the peel in a napkin and took a couple sips of water to get the tart taste out of his mouth. Looking around the cafeteria he noticed some others piling in, Jeremiah was over talking to Amira and Jace was here. Fast eater he figured.

As he was peeling the rest of the orange Kitty, another camper, came over and leaned against the wall "Morrrrnin'," she said, addressing him with a giddy smirk. "Saw you fall on the way in...how much booze did you drink this morning?"

He nodded to her with a slight laugh “Well, what can I say? I am naturally talented at making an entrance.” he joked peeling the rest of his orange with his thumbs. “So, has your morning been? Has it been as . . . entertaining as mine?”

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“Well, what can I say?" Ross replied in the same joking manner, "I am naturally talented at making an entrance.”
Kitty snorted. "Suuuure. It's okay Ross. I'm so clumsy, I trip up the stairs half the time."
She took another sip of coffee, brushing thick pieces of messy hair away from her face. With every drop of coffee that entered through her lips, Kitty became more alert and awake.

She couldn't help but notice how big Ross's thumbs were as he used them to peel his orange. “So, how has your morning been? Has it been as . . . entertaining as mine?” he asked. She scrunched her nose and lips together, thinking of something witty to say, but coming up with nothing.
"Meh...not really. Mostly spent the morning skipping stones in the creek. I did see a duck, though." She took a bite out of her muffin, and gazed around, watching everyone eat. Out of all the people in the camp, she enjoyed talking to Ross the most. He wasn't the strongest, or the most physically fit, or the most determined. That's why she liked him. He wasn't a perfectionist - he was laid-back, and relatable. Perhaps the most realistic out of all of the people in the small camp.

She sighed, "So I don't know about you, Ross, but I heard that today we're doing combat training, and I'm really nervous." Kitty took another bite of her muffin, and started to talk while chewing, "In America, I'm what you would call a fat ass, so I'm probably gonna get whooped by these super athletic people." She swallowed, and then continued, "Plus, I don't think blowing wind in people's faces is going to do anything to anyone. I mean, you can fire freaking lazers, and fighting Amira over there would be like trying to beat a red-haired clone of yourself..."

Kitty started to think to herself. Maybe she didn't quite know how to properly throw a punch, but she was somewhat flexible. She could do a backflip, and was able to balance herself on a tightrope, thanks to her mother. (Who had used her own wind powers to perform in the circus during her childhood.) Still, wind manipulation wasn't considered to be as powerful as some of the other powers the other campers and mentors possessed...

Suddenly, Kitty's eyes widened in horror as a disembodied arm appeared on the wall next to her. "AAAAH!" she yelped, placing a hand on Ross's chair as she toppled backwards in fear. She watched closely as the arm passed through the wall. Suddenly, she caught the gaze of a man with silver-white hair, and a natural-looking scowl plastered upon his face.




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The man did not look back at the girl in front of him. Instead, he continued on his way, giving an other-worldy expression as though he were following some sort of predetermined path.

He grabbed a paper cup, poured himself some coffee, and then slowly turned. He walked past the rest of the food, as he was not intending on eating any breakfast. Instead, he phased through the wall nearest to him, just like he had done before. He was sure that the campers, as well as the mentors, would not mind his absence from the cafeteria. In fact, he was sure that some of them would take relief in the fact that he wasn't present at all.

Once outside, Gregory Reach made his way over to the creek, where he had spent the morning whittling away at a block of wood. Whittling was something Greg had always been interested in, but had never made an attempt to do in the past. A close friend had recommended it to him, as they told him it would relieve the ever-present stress he was constantly feeling. Everyone had their crosses to bear, and Greg treated his cross like it was the heaviest object in the world. Wood-carving did in fact help to diminish his mind-numbing stress, but that still wouldn't stop him from smoking whenever he felt like it.

Using his powers, Greg walked over the waters of the creek as though the creek itself were a flat surface. On the other side, he sat under the shade of a tree, and swigged his coffee down with a few long sips. Once finished, he produced a box of cigarettes, took one out, and started to light it. He sat there, blowing out the smoke from his mouth. It was the first time in a long time where he was able to carefully watch life pass by him. For a few good seconds, his mind was at something close to peace. And then all the memories came flooding back, and Greg was simply staring at nothing but a winding creek once again.

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"Oh really? Embarrassed? You mean like you've been every time I beat you in the past years?" Jeremiah grinned at her, giving a light laugh. "You may be incredibly skilled, Amira, but I have been in the field for 10 years, and I know every trick in the book. Age gives me an advantage. I'm not so old that I am over my physical peak." Jeremiah countered. Amira smiled at him as he put his plate of food down. "But then again, we will have to see what your solo training has done for you, won't we?" Jeremiah gave her a teasing smirk.

Butterflied burst into her tummy but Amira immediately squished them.

‘none of that’ she chastised herself as she downed the last of her coffee.

“Guess I’m either a glutton for punishment….or I’ve secretly become a badass ninja…you’ll just have to wait and see.” Amira said with a smirk and a giggle as she stood and stretched.

“So I don't know about you, Ross, but I heard that today we're doing combat training, and I'm really nervous.…Amira over there would be like trying to beat a red-haired clone of yourself..." Amira heard snatches of conversation coming from the girl, Kitty, and Ross. Amira grinned. So her reputation preceded her. She felt a little bad that the girl was nervous. In all honesty Amira rarely used her powers in hand to hand because it usually cause her more trouble than not. Just because she could copy the power didn’t always mean she knew how to use them properly….and that could be dangerous.

“Practice makes perfect…trust me, I’ve gotten my butt whooped more often than not…just keep practicing...and don’t let the losses get to you.” She called over to Kitty, trying to encourage her. Just then she heard the girl yell. Amira watched as Gregory entered and exited the cafeteria without a word.

“He really needs to lighten up…” Amira said with a shake of her head. She knew what it meant to have burdens, and knew she was in no position to judge considering the shape she was in when she first came here ….and she only hoped Gregory would open up like she had. Then again she had had Jeremiah to help her cope…maybe she could help him like Jeremiah had helped her….

“Hey Jeremiah ill meet you at practice…I’m going to go check on Greg…he always seems to have so much on his mind…Maybe he just needs a shoulder?” She murmured as she started across the room. She turned back and grinned at him.

“Don’t worry I’ll be there on time to kick your butt” she said with a flip of her bright red hair and a wink of her storm grey eyes.
She started on the path she knew he had taken because she used to take the same path to the creek. It only took her a few minutes to spot him on the other side. He was staring off into space. Amira put her hands in her pockets and leaned against a tree. She just watched him for a moment.

“You okay?” she called as she stood on the edge of the bank.

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Victor took one last long drag off his cigarette, burning it down to the filter before stubbing it out on the picnic table and tossing the butt into a trashcan. He saw people enter the cafeteria, but only saw one of his campers. "I guess Trish is still asleep. Jace wakes up at the crack of dawn so she probably already went in there. Hm. Ghost is probably off doing his own thing again. That's none of my business." Victor mused, rising from the table and strolling back towards the darkened spot. He emerged from a similar spot inside the cafeteria and immediately made a beeline towards the food, getting a plateful of everything except the eggs and a cup of coffee. Victor glanced around curiously for Jace before deciding to sit near Jeremiah.

Once he sat down, Victor immediately began wolfing down the various meats and other breakfasty items on his plate with occasional pauses to drink from his coffee. "So, dude, do I really have to take my campers down for combat training? It'd be damn embarrassing for them to see me get picked up and thrown around like a rag doll man. I mean, come on; I've got no straight up hand-to-hand skill. It's all cloak and daggers and setting other people up to fail before they even get in the ring. You know that more than anyone else." Victor said between mouthfuls, jabbing his fork in Jeremiah's direction. "I guess pretty much all of my campers have a good amount of combat skill, and it's just me that has to skulk around and wait till things are unfair for the other person, but come on man. I'm all about mobility, not punching a dude's skeleton out of his body." Victor continued, taking a few gulps of his coffee and gathering up the last of his food with his fork when he finished. He knew he would probably end up taking his campers down to the ring anyway, but he enjoyed complaining and giving Jeremiah a bit of a hard time was one of his few antagonistic pleasures since he switched from a life of crime to whatever it was he could be said to be doing now.

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I did see a duck though.” Kitty replied while eating her muffin, "Plus, I don't think blowing wind in people's faces is going to do anything to anyone. I mean, you can fire freaking lazers, and fighting Amira over there would be like trying to beat a red-haired clone of yourself..."

Well, it takes a lot from me to shoot lazers. I tend to stick with doing low energy tricks.” he said sucking an orange slice into his mouth, looking over to Amira A clone? That would be something to see.

His thinking was broken by Kitty’s yell. With a tug on the back of his chair Ross stomped his feet to the ground with his left hand on the seat steadying the chair and his right grabbed hold of Kitty’s forearm that was a hold of his chair to help her catch herself if she fell. It was only Greg, he phased through the wall and headed straight for the food.”Y'know, He knows how to make an entrance,” He joked, realizing he was still holding her arm he let go, eating another orange slice. “Hey, now you can say your morning was entertaining.” he smirked relaxing back into his seat.

Ross started thinking about combat training, it was good that’s what they would be starting with even though he wasn't that good with hand to hand combat, It also didn't help any that his powers are best used at long range. When he sleeps his power tends to build up and he could feel the energy pulsing through him, of course it was nowhere near as when he had the accident, but it was nothing to ignore, the constant fear was always sitting in the back of his head.

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His concentration was broken by the silhouette of a girl in the shadows. Upon further inspection, Greg noticed that her hair was an unnatural shade of red, and she was casually leaning against a tree, her hands in her jean pockets. Even more, the girl's eyes were intensely staring in his direction. Clearly, she was watching him.

Greg hadn't bothered to learn her name, but he had seen her face around the camp many times before. In fact, this redhead, whoever she was, seemed to be everywhere. Obviously she had the spirit of the camp that Greg lacked. Either that, or she just liked to make her presence known. She was definitely doing that right now what with staring at him while he was just drinking his morning coffee and puffing away at a cigarette.

Eyes glaring back at hers, he blew gray smoke from out of his mouth, and straightened his posture. "Can I help you, miss?" he asked. His gruff voice sounded polite, yet slightly annoyed.
“You okay?” she called out. Greg was somewhat taken aback by this. Of all the things she could have said, she asked him if he was okay.
He put the cigarette back in his mouth, and puffed on it for a few seconds. "Dandy," he replied with slight sarcasm, "Better than I've felt in recent years."

Greg wasn't really in the mood to have a full-blown conversation with this girl, so he decided it was best to get her to move somewhere else. "Can you do me a favor?" he asked, "How 'bout you go tell Victor...or even Jeremiah that I'll meet up with everyone once combat lessons start." He furrowed his eyebrows, "Can you do that, please?"




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Before Gregory Reach (or 'Ghost', as some people called him,) had appeared through the wall in front of Kitty, both Amira and Ross had talked to her about the combat training they would be experiencing later on.

“Practice makes perfect…trust me," Amira said, "I’ve gotten my butt whooped more often than not…just keep practicing...and don’t let the losses get to you.” With wide eyes and blushing red cheeks, Kitty nodded. It was nice of Amira to give encouragement and advice. After all, she seemed the type to have a lot of experience with combat. Still, Kitty had not intended for Amira to hear what she had said about her, and felt lucky that she hadn't said anything disrespectful.

Ross had then made a comment about how he tended to stick to tricks that used low energy instead of high energy. Kitty wasn't sure how that translated to her wind manipulation, but she nodded nontheless. After she had yelled in fear, Ross grabbed unto her forearm, steadying her in case she fell. Fortunately, she didn't, and so the young woman straightened up her posture, and started to laugh.

”Y'know, He knows how to make an entrance,” Ross said.
"Mmmhmm. Definitely. Almost pissed myself."
“Hey, now you can say your morning was entertaining.”
He smirked, and she gave a small chuckle while sipping down the last of her coffee. "Sure thing, Ross."

Once she was finished her breakfast, Kitty brought her trash over to the garbage can, waving to Noah when she passed him. His power was telekinesis - a power that Kitty had wanted ever since she was a kid. Her power granted her the ability to lift things using gusts of wind, but not lift them with the same formality that telekinesis implied. Deciding that it was better to do something than nothing, she entered the kitchen, seeing if there was cleaning to be done. She found Jacelyn helping out, and decided that she would do the same. "Hey Jace," she said brightly,
"What's up?"

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Ross Reid

Ross nodded goodbye to Kitty and woofed down the rest of his orange, carefully grabbing up all the peels and throwing them out. Following his stomach he grabbed a bowl, filling nearly the whole thing with eggs and topping it off with bacon and sausage. Lastly he grabbed two pieces of toast and shoved them into his mouth seeing that his bowl was completely full. Grabbing a fork he hurriedly went back to his seat. He wolfed down the food in mere minutes and leaned back to let his food settle as he let out a sigh.

With a stretch he cracked his knuckles, getting up he threw away his trash and left the cafeteria. Amira had just stormed away from Greg. If she was trying to hide her irritation it certainly wasn't working but that wasn’t any of his business. Either way Greg didn’t seem like the type of person to like talking to people and Ross knew better than to try and talk to people that didn’t have any desire to have a conversation.

He cracked each of fingers and headed back to his cabin figuring if the day was going to get started he should change out of pajamas. Though they are comfortable they don’t have the stretch for physical activity. He’s gone threw three pairs already from accidental slips or a misstep. Once out of the pajamas and into some jeans he headed out to the field where the training would be happening. Or atleast, where he figured they would be training.
When he got out there he sat down leaning back on a tree to take a nap. "I’m sure they won’t be out for a little. Time to catch some Z’s".