Log: Matt & Scott
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xp_logsLate night gym session and a heart to heart
The mansion and it's grounds were covered in a veil of darkness, and it's inhabitants were peacefully abed dreaming. Most of them were in bed, Scott narrowly avoided tripping over a table in the hallway. Sighing he continued down the hall towards the gym, he had been having trouble getting to sleep. He thought that spending some time in the gym might help. As he turned the corner he heard a noise coming from the gym. Frowning Scott quietly pushed the door open and took a look inside.
Bed was really where Matt wanted to be, but he had woken up and had been unable to get back to sleep. That was a rarer thing now that he didn't have migraines nearly as often, but it still happened from time to time. This particular morning he had decided to go to the gym and fool around on the bars. He knew it was a bad idea to do it without a spotter, but that didn't stop him at all. Hands chalked up, he swung from the high bar, body arcing as he gained momentum, then pulled himself up so the bar was at his hips and then....stopped. Realigning his bearings, he began to spin, gathering speed as his body swung around the bar,
Scott leaned in the doorway watching Matt spinning on the high bar with a feeling approaching awe. He knew that the blind mutant's other senses had been enhanced but he hadn't realized quite how advanced his spatial awareness was until now. he realized that he was holding his breath as he watched the student, unwilling to even risk shattering the moment.
Matt heard the heartbeat enter the gym, everything in the large space reverberated and echoed, which was perfect for him. The heartbeat should have been distracting since it belonged to Mr. Summers, but he didn't say anything so Matt just ignored it as he had been learning to do with his powers in training. Instead, he put his focus on the air moving around him and his body as he spun and twisted along the high bar.
He waited until Matt had completed his routine before allowing himself to applaud the performance. "Are you supposed to be doing that alone?" he asked with a wry smile playing across his lips.
Eventually, he slowed a little, dismounting, but tripping slightly as he landed. Well, it was good until that point. "No," he answered truthfully, stretching. His gaze was off from Scott as Matt didn't even bother to turn to try to face the other man. "I didn't fall to my death though. No one was up," not that he liked spotters, but he knew the rules.
"Well be careful," Scott replied solemnly, "the rules are there for a reason." He laughed as he continued "I'd hate to see anything happen to you; besides, the paper work would be horrific" he finished with a short laugh. "That was...amazing Matt." He pushed of the door frame and waled over to where Matt was standing, "How long have you been practicing gymnastics?." he asked curiously.
Ah, the paperwork joke. Matt smiled a little, politely, but it was definitely not the first time he had heard it, "It's hard to lose it when it's in your hands," he pointed out, confused. He had known exactly where the bar was, that hadn't taken any powers either since he had been touching it in some way the entire time. Matt could not fly. The powers aspect of gymnastics came from being able to handle being upside down and turning around without something to anchor his feet to the ground. "And um, on and off for a while. Mostly off recently," due to a lot of factors. Mostly being a blind kid in foster care with a drug problem. "It was cheap at the Y and my dad wanted to keep me off the streets and out of trouble. Didn't work."
Scott smiled sadly, "It never does, if you want to get in trouble you'll always find a way," he said speaking from personal experience. "It's never easy to get out of the spiral when you get caught it in. It was Professor Xavier and this place who really managed to save me." He cocked his head to look at Matt, "You've been here almost a year now, how do you like living at the school?"
Well, Matt had never wanted to get into trouble. He wasn't bullying or hurting others. He had just...ended up in trouble with the law anyways, trying to shut his brain down and his powers, though he'd had no idea that he was a mutant back then. "Tell me about it," Matt agreed, it was nearly impossible to stay out of trouble once he had gotten into it and then he had been labeled a 'problem child' and a 'trouble maker,' they had gone onto his file and that was it. Done. Inescapable.
"It's better than a group home," he replied truthfully, "and I've mostly stayed out of trouble. Got good days and bad," because while he was learning to control his powers, he was also barely a year off drugs too. Even when he was controlling his powers fairly well, he still sometimes had that nagging need for the addiction. He went through a lot of lollipops and gum on those days. Amanda helped too.
"Everyone has those," Scott replied, "what's important is to have more good ones than bad ones." He smiled at Matt, "A lot more if you can pull it off."
Matt shrugged, going carefully to re-chalk his hands. His cane was nearby on the floor, "I guess," he agreed. The logic made sense, but it was sort of hard to see the reality of it, "I mean, I'm trying. Doesn't always work," he loved having his own room though, a place he could retreat from the stresses of everything his powers created. It didn't help ease the addition part, but it helped with everything that fed into it. "So..." he jumped up to grab the bar, pulling himself back up, "You gonna spot me then?"
"It never gets any easier, even when you get older," Scott replied before giving a wry laugh. "Listen to me philosophizing. Truth is may you just gotta do the best you can, it's all anyone can ever ask of you." He moved forward to take up the spotting position next to the bar. "I'd be glad to spot you," he finished as he took up a bracing position ready to catch Matt in the unlikely event he fell.
Grunting, though whether that was with effort or because he thought Scott was full of crap, Matt adjusted his handhold on the bar and flipped so he had some momentum as he begun to swing on the bar again, muscles taunt.
The mansion and it's grounds were covered in a veil of darkness, and it's inhabitants were peacefully abed dreaming. Most of them were in bed, Scott narrowly avoided tripping over a table in the hallway. Sighing he continued down the hall towards the gym, he had been having trouble getting to sleep. He thought that spending some time in the gym might help. As he turned the corner he heard a noise coming from the gym. Frowning Scott quietly pushed the door open and took a look inside.
Bed was really where Matt wanted to be, but he had woken up and had been unable to get back to sleep. That was a rarer thing now that he didn't have migraines nearly as often, but it still happened from time to time. This particular morning he had decided to go to the gym and fool around on the bars. He knew it was a bad idea to do it without a spotter, but that didn't stop him at all. Hands chalked up, he swung from the high bar, body arcing as he gained momentum, then pulled himself up so the bar was at his hips and then....stopped. Realigning his bearings, he began to spin, gathering speed as his body swung around the bar,
Scott leaned in the doorway watching Matt spinning on the high bar with a feeling approaching awe. He knew that the blind mutant's other senses had been enhanced but he hadn't realized quite how advanced his spatial awareness was until now. he realized that he was holding his breath as he watched the student, unwilling to even risk shattering the moment.
Matt heard the heartbeat enter the gym, everything in the large space reverberated and echoed, which was perfect for him. The heartbeat should have been distracting since it belonged to Mr. Summers, but he didn't say anything so Matt just ignored it as he had been learning to do with his powers in training. Instead, he put his focus on the air moving around him and his body as he spun and twisted along the high bar.
He waited until Matt had completed his routine before allowing himself to applaud the performance. "Are you supposed to be doing that alone?" he asked with a wry smile playing across his lips.
Eventually, he slowed a little, dismounting, but tripping slightly as he landed. Well, it was good until that point. "No," he answered truthfully, stretching. His gaze was off from Scott as Matt didn't even bother to turn to try to face the other man. "I didn't fall to my death though. No one was up," not that he liked spotters, but he knew the rules.
"Well be careful," Scott replied solemnly, "the rules are there for a reason." He laughed as he continued "I'd hate to see anything happen to you; besides, the paper work would be horrific" he finished with a short laugh. "That was...amazing Matt." He pushed of the door frame and waled over to where Matt was standing, "How long have you been practicing gymnastics?." he asked curiously.
Ah, the paperwork joke. Matt smiled a little, politely, but it was definitely not the first time he had heard it, "It's hard to lose it when it's in your hands," he pointed out, confused. He had known exactly where the bar was, that hadn't taken any powers either since he had been touching it in some way the entire time. Matt could not fly. The powers aspect of gymnastics came from being able to handle being upside down and turning around without something to anchor his feet to the ground. "And um, on and off for a while. Mostly off recently," due to a lot of factors. Mostly being a blind kid in foster care with a drug problem. "It was cheap at the Y and my dad wanted to keep me off the streets and out of trouble. Didn't work."
Scott smiled sadly, "It never does, if you want to get in trouble you'll always find a way," he said speaking from personal experience. "It's never easy to get out of the spiral when you get caught it in. It was Professor Xavier and this place who really managed to save me." He cocked his head to look at Matt, "You've been here almost a year now, how do you like living at the school?"
Well, Matt had never wanted to get into trouble. He wasn't bullying or hurting others. He had just...ended up in trouble with the law anyways, trying to shut his brain down and his powers, though he'd had no idea that he was a mutant back then. "Tell me about it," Matt agreed, it was nearly impossible to stay out of trouble once he had gotten into it and then he had been labeled a 'problem child' and a 'trouble maker,' they had gone onto his file and that was it. Done. Inescapable.
"It's better than a group home," he replied truthfully, "and I've mostly stayed out of trouble. Got good days and bad," because while he was learning to control his powers, he was also barely a year off drugs too. Even when he was controlling his powers fairly well, he still sometimes had that nagging need for the addiction. He went through a lot of lollipops and gum on those days. Amanda helped too.
"Everyone has those," Scott replied, "what's important is to have more good ones than bad ones." He smiled at Matt, "A lot more if you can pull it off."
Matt shrugged, going carefully to re-chalk his hands. His cane was nearby on the floor, "I guess," he agreed. The logic made sense, but it was sort of hard to see the reality of it, "I mean, I'm trying. Doesn't always work," he loved having his own room though, a place he could retreat from the stresses of everything his powers created. It didn't help ease the addition part, but it helped with everything that fed into it. "So..." he jumped up to grab the bar, pulling himself back up, "You gonna spot me then?"
"It never gets any easier, even when you get older," Scott replied before giving a wry laugh. "Listen to me philosophizing. Truth is may you just gotta do the best you can, it's all anyone can ever ask of you." He moved forward to take up the spotting position next to the bar. "I'd be glad to spot you," he finished as he took up a bracing position ready to catch Matt in the unlikely event he fell.
Grunting, though whether that was with effort or because he thought Scott was full of crap, Matt adjusted his handhold on the bar and flipped so he had some momentum as he begun to swing on the bar again, muscles taunt.
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