Miles & Roxy, Thursday evening
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xp_logsMiles meets the hot daughter of his idols and manages to only make a minor ass of himself.
Miles was getting himself situated quite well into his new home. Bayville's curriculum was on par with Brooklyn Visions Academy, but the mansion was a whole lot swankier than his old school had been. Especially the workout facilities. He was never much of a gym rat, but that was mostly because a standard gym couldn't challenge him unless he tried lifting the actual machines. A gym specifically designed for mutants was much better suited for him. He'd try the weights later, though. Right now to beat the winter blues, he needed some movement, and that meant the gymnastics equipment. Dressed in basketball shorts and a compression shirt, Miles kicked off his shoes and launched into a series of dynamic stretches to ready himself for the parallel bars.
Roxy entered the area of the gym with the gymnastics equipment silently, wearing workout gear of her own. She'd just spent a half hour on the elliptical and was hoping to do some exercises on the ballet barre at the far end of the room. The sight of Miles going through his stretches, however, gave her pause. He definitely had good form. Though she'd been around male dancers her whole life, they rarely moved like he did. Maybe it was his mutation? Now, why couldn't she have gotten a mutation that helped her move like that? This whole diamond-chucking thing was such a rip off!
The parallel bars were set about six-and-a-half feet above the ground, standard height per regulations and about a foot taller than he stood. He hopped so he could grab the bars and then slowly pulled himself up. He'd watched enough routines on YouTube (especially from his boy John Orozco) to know generally what to do next. He swung his legs forward, and then used the backwards momentum so he could hold himself upside-down, perpendicular to the ground. It was then that he saw the new occupant. A girl, not much older than him. Score.
He let go of one of the bars, spread his legs, and held the position for a few seconds before swinging under the bar and hooking his legs around the other bar. "Hola," he greeted the newcomer as he hung from his legs.
"Heya," Roxy greeted with an easy smile. "That's pretty awesome. Is it a mutation thing, or are you just crazy good? I'm hella jealous either way, but I'm still curious," she informed him.
"It's complicated." That was becoming his go-to answer when asked about his powers. Best to not be committal. "And thanks. I practice a bit. I do a lot of parkour. I'm Miles." He reached up to grab the bars and swing himself off. Landing was decent, not his best, but one could only show off so much at a time. Hopefully he'd have many more opportunities later.
"I'm Roxy," she told him, still smiling. "I can't believe you do parkour! That's so awesome!"
Roxy. Something about that name sounded familiar but Miles couldn't quite place it. It would probably nag him all day and then he'd remember at 3 AM. This would be torture.
"I'm from Brooklyn. It's a good way to annoy the neighbors," he explained, grinning. "You from around here, too? There are people from all around here, but I've met loads of New Yorkers."
"I've lived here for a couple years, but I wouldn't dare call myself a New Yorker," Roxy smirked. "I don't wanna face the wrath of true New Yorkers. I was born in California," she explained with a good-natured shrug. "Though according to my mom I was nearly born in Vancouver. She swears she raced across the border in her tour bus from her concert to get back to California while she was in labour. But there was really like two weeks in between. She just likes to guilt me."
"Tour bus?" If Roxy's mutation was x-ray vision then she would have been able to see the gears turning in Miles's head as he slowly assembled the clues.
"Oh. Yeah." It was still weird to her that no one around here seemed to know who she was on sight. Part of her was a little offended on her parents' behalf, but the other part, which won out in this case, was happy she would have a chance to make a life here on her own merits without wondering if the people around her were being sycophantic. "My mom drives a bus. She does tours up and down the West Coast," she told him, though her eyes were bright with mischief as she told the lie, looking like she might break into a giggle and give herself away at any moment.
He could tell she was messing with him, but damn if he could figure out what she was hiding. "Yeah? Who with?" he asked, trying to turn it back on her. "Was it like that white people show from the '70s with the bus and the music?" Partridge in a Pear Tree, he thought it was called. His mom watched way too much TV Land.
"You mean Scooby Doo?" Roxy asked innocently. "Totally. She always solved a mystery, each time she was away."
"No no no, even whiter than that. Oh!" A lightbulb might as well have manifested above Miles's head as Roxy's identity finally dawned on him. His eyes doubled in size and he honestly felt a little light headed. "'He's a Mystery.' That song. Ay, tu madre is Sexy Mutha. You're Roxy Washington."
"There ya go," Roxy answered happily, nodding. "I knew you could get there in the end."
"So ONTD was right." She was a mutant. And maybe other things, too, but those didn't matter. He was standing in the presence of royalty. "There's no way I can say this without sounding like a complete loser but I love your parents. Daddy L's 'we r' is me. I listened to that on repeat ten times when it first dropped."
Roxy chuckled. "Only ten?" she teased. "Nah, that's awesome, Miles. I'll totally tell him when we skype tonight. But, just to warn you. Telling him you're a fan can be scary. Next thing you know he'll be asking me for your address and all this weird stuff will start showing up at your door. Posters, tour merch, books he thinks you'd like, albums from people who inspire him, hats. He likes to send people hats." It wasn't a lie, exactly- Roy was very generous to his fans, just not to that degree. Unless Roxy asked him to be. Which she would. Because Miles was cool. "He's probably going to want me to give him your email, too," she grinned, rolling her eyes as if having Roy for her father was such a trial, "so he can talk to you about parkour. Cuz he's gonna think that's awesome. How'd you get into that?"
"Sirstud99@gmail.com," Miles automatically answered. "Don't judge me." A shiver ran down his back. He'd accept a used tissue from Daddy Libido. Was this to be the best day of his life? Peter would surely understand. Speaking of whom. "Um, I just kind of started. The parkour, I mean. I have a, uh, friend who does it and it looked cool so I started, too. It was that or chess club, so."
Roxy giggled at his derision as far as chess club was concerned. "Chess sucks," she agreed with an enthusiastic nod. "Do you have something to write with? Oh! Wait. Nevermind." There was a whiteboard on one of the walls to keep track of routines or sets or whatever. She took the whiteboard marker and wrote Miles's email address on the hem of her shirt. "There. Now I won't forget," she mused happily. "So. Can I see some parkour? Pleeeease?"
"Um." Miles examined the room. Lots of machines and other equipment in here, and the ceiling was high enough to give him the freedom to jump. He could make it work for her. "Sure, why not?" He went back to the parallel bars and swung himself up so he stood on the bar. Then he jumped off and launched into a series of impressive (in his mind, at least, and he hoped also in hers) leaps, tumbles, flips, and swings around the room.
"Dude, that's so hella awesome!" the girl praised excitedly. "Man, I wish I had the upper body to do some of that stuff. Don't get me wrong," she added defensively, not one to be modest or sell herself short, "I've been a dancer forever, so my legs and balance and flexibility would be fine to do a little of that, but without the upper body strength it's just not gonna work. But," she mused, "maybe I'll have time to work on that here? Since I'm having to give up a lot of my other stuff by coming here... how long have you been training?"
Miles finished by swinging under a treadmill's hand rail, landing in front of Roxy in his traditional spider pose, squatting low with one hand on the ground and the other held behind him for balance. He held the totally badass pose for a moment before getting back to his feet. "About a year now," he replied, trying to rein in his heavy breathing. "I'd, uh, be happy to show you. It is kinda like dancing. I bet you could get the basics down in no time. It'd be fun."
"Ohmigawd, really?! That would be amazing!" Roxy gushed. "Dude. I'm totally taking you home with me for Sunday night dinners if you show me that stuff," she promised with a grin.
Miles thought he might faint right there. "If you've got good thermal clothes then we can do it even when it's so cold out," he suggested, his breathing getting even shallower as he spoke. "Maybe this weekend if you're not busy?" Ganke was going to flip when he heard that Miles totally had a date with the hot daughter of Daddy Goddamn Libido.
"Totally not busy," she agreed, still grinning. It was apparently easy to grin around Miles. She liked that. The last few weeks had been pretty depressing. "I used to busk in the city on Saturdays, but I haven't been able to do that for a while, which has totally sucked. So it's really cool to think I can do something cool instead of hanging around my room feeling shitty about everything.
"Oh. I should probably warn you, though," she added, almost reluctantly. She didn't want to tell him, but figured she had a responsibility to do so. "When I get scared, I shoot diamond chunks without meaning to. So I might... do that. If you show me stuff. Even if I know there's nothing to be afraid of. Sometimes it's just really stupid stuff I don't even think about. Like when you're about to trip. It's not actually scary, but your brain has that thought of 'oh shit gonna fall' and apparently that's enough for me to shoot stupid diamonds."
Ay, she's a mutant diamond, too. What sort of perfection. "It's cool," he said, trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing. "I'm tough and fast. And part of my powers is this sort of awareness of dangerous things around me. So s'all good."
"Really?! That's a really cool power to have! We are clearly going to be awesome together." She really liked the idea that she could relax a little around him and not have to worry about possibly stabbing him with tiny shards of organic diamond.
"Hell yeah."
Miles was getting himself situated quite well into his new home. Bayville's curriculum was on par with Brooklyn Visions Academy, but the mansion was a whole lot swankier than his old school had been. Especially the workout facilities. He was never much of a gym rat, but that was mostly because a standard gym couldn't challenge him unless he tried lifting the actual machines. A gym specifically designed for mutants was much better suited for him. He'd try the weights later, though. Right now to beat the winter blues, he needed some movement, and that meant the gymnastics equipment. Dressed in basketball shorts and a compression shirt, Miles kicked off his shoes and launched into a series of dynamic stretches to ready himself for the parallel bars.
Roxy entered the area of the gym with the gymnastics equipment silently, wearing workout gear of her own. She'd just spent a half hour on the elliptical and was hoping to do some exercises on the ballet barre at the far end of the room. The sight of Miles going through his stretches, however, gave her pause. He definitely had good form. Though she'd been around male dancers her whole life, they rarely moved like he did. Maybe it was his mutation? Now, why couldn't she have gotten a mutation that helped her move like that? This whole diamond-chucking thing was such a rip off!
The parallel bars were set about six-and-a-half feet above the ground, standard height per regulations and about a foot taller than he stood. He hopped so he could grab the bars and then slowly pulled himself up. He'd watched enough routines on YouTube (especially from his boy John Orozco) to know generally what to do next. He swung his legs forward, and then used the backwards momentum so he could hold himself upside-down, perpendicular to the ground. It was then that he saw the new occupant. A girl, not much older than him. Score.
He let go of one of the bars, spread his legs, and held the position for a few seconds before swinging under the bar and hooking his legs around the other bar. "Hola," he greeted the newcomer as he hung from his legs.
"Heya," Roxy greeted with an easy smile. "That's pretty awesome. Is it a mutation thing, or are you just crazy good? I'm hella jealous either way, but I'm still curious," she informed him.
"It's complicated." That was becoming his go-to answer when asked about his powers. Best to not be committal. "And thanks. I practice a bit. I do a lot of parkour. I'm Miles." He reached up to grab the bars and swing himself off. Landing was decent, not his best, but one could only show off so much at a time. Hopefully he'd have many more opportunities later.
"I'm Roxy," she told him, still smiling. "I can't believe you do parkour! That's so awesome!"
Roxy. Something about that name sounded familiar but Miles couldn't quite place it. It would probably nag him all day and then he'd remember at 3 AM. This would be torture.
"I'm from Brooklyn. It's a good way to annoy the neighbors," he explained, grinning. "You from around here, too? There are people from all around here, but I've met loads of New Yorkers."
"I've lived here for a couple years, but I wouldn't dare call myself a New Yorker," Roxy smirked. "I don't wanna face the wrath of true New Yorkers. I was born in California," she explained with a good-natured shrug. "Though according to my mom I was nearly born in Vancouver. She swears she raced across the border in her tour bus from her concert to get back to California while she was in labour. But there was really like two weeks in between. She just likes to guilt me."
"Tour bus?" If Roxy's mutation was x-ray vision then she would have been able to see the gears turning in Miles's head as he slowly assembled the clues.
"Oh. Yeah." It was still weird to her that no one around here seemed to know who she was on sight. Part of her was a little offended on her parents' behalf, but the other part, which won out in this case, was happy she would have a chance to make a life here on her own merits without wondering if the people around her were being sycophantic. "My mom drives a bus. She does tours up and down the West Coast," she told him, though her eyes were bright with mischief as she told the lie, looking like she might break into a giggle and give herself away at any moment.
He could tell she was messing with him, but damn if he could figure out what she was hiding. "Yeah? Who with?" he asked, trying to turn it back on her. "Was it like that white people show from the '70s with the bus and the music?" Partridge in a Pear Tree, he thought it was called. His mom watched way too much TV Land.
"You mean Scooby Doo?" Roxy asked innocently. "Totally. She always solved a mystery, each time she was away."
"No no no, even whiter than that. Oh!" A lightbulb might as well have manifested above Miles's head as Roxy's identity finally dawned on him. His eyes doubled in size and he honestly felt a little light headed. "'He's a Mystery.' That song. Ay, tu madre is Sexy Mutha. You're Roxy Washington."
"There ya go," Roxy answered happily, nodding. "I knew you could get there in the end."
"So ONTD was right." She was a mutant. And maybe other things, too, but those didn't matter. He was standing in the presence of royalty. "There's no way I can say this without sounding like a complete loser but I love your parents. Daddy L's 'we r' is me. I listened to that on repeat ten times when it first dropped."
Roxy chuckled. "Only ten?" she teased. "Nah, that's awesome, Miles. I'll totally tell him when we skype tonight. But, just to warn you. Telling him you're a fan can be scary. Next thing you know he'll be asking me for your address and all this weird stuff will start showing up at your door. Posters, tour merch, books he thinks you'd like, albums from people who inspire him, hats. He likes to send people hats." It wasn't a lie, exactly- Roy was very generous to his fans, just not to that degree. Unless Roxy asked him to be. Which she would. Because Miles was cool. "He's probably going to want me to give him your email, too," she grinned, rolling her eyes as if having Roy for her father was such a trial, "so he can talk to you about parkour. Cuz he's gonna think that's awesome. How'd you get into that?"
"Sirstud99@gmail.com," Miles automatically answered. "Don't judge me." A shiver ran down his back. He'd accept a used tissue from Daddy Libido. Was this to be the best day of his life? Peter would surely understand. Speaking of whom. "Um, I just kind of started. The parkour, I mean. I have a, uh, friend who does it and it looked cool so I started, too. It was that or chess club, so."
Roxy giggled at his derision as far as chess club was concerned. "Chess sucks," she agreed with an enthusiastic nod. "Do you have something to write with? Oh! Wait. Nevermind." There was a whiteboard on one of the walls to keep track of routines or sets or whatever. She took the whiteboard marker and wrote Miles's email address on the hem of her shirt. "There. Now I won't forget," she mused happily. "So. Can I see some parkour? Pleeeease?"
"Um." Miles examined the room. Lots of machines and other equipment in here, and the ceiling was high enough to give him the freedom to jump. He could make it work for her. "Sure, why not?" He went back to the parallel bars and swung himself up so he stood on the bar. Then he jumped off and launched into a series of impressive (in his mind, at least, and he hoped also in hers) leaps, tumbles, flips, and swings around the room.
"Dude, that's so hella awesome!" the girl praised excitedly. "Man, I wish I had the upper body to do some of that stuff. Don't get me wrong," she added defensively, not one to be modest or sell herself short, "I've been a dancer forever, so my legs and balance and flexibility would be fine to do a little of that, but without the upper body strength it's just not gonna work. But," she mused, "maybe I'll have time to work on that here? Since I'm having to give up a lot of my other stuff by coming here... how long have you been training?"
Miles finished by swinging under a treadmill's hand rail, landing in front of Roxy in his traditional spider pose, squatting low with one hand on the ground and the other held behind him for balance. He held the totally badass pose for a moment before getting back to his feet. "About a year now," he replied, trying to rein in his heavy breathing. "I'd, uh, be happy to show you. It is kinda like dancing. I bet you could get the basics down in no time. It'd be fun."
"Ohmigawd, really?! That would be amazing!" Roxy gushed. "Dude. I'm totally taking you home with me for Sunday night dinners if you show me that stuff," she promised with a grin.
Miles thought he might faint right there. "If you've got good thermal clothes then we can do it even when it's so cold out," he suggested, his breathing getting even shallower as he spoke. "Maybe this weekend if you're not busy?" Ganke was going to flip when he heard that Miles totally had a date with the hot daughter of Daddy Goddamn Libido.
"Totally not busy," she agreed, still grinning. It was apparently easy to grin around Miles. She liked that. The last few weeks had been pretty depressing. "I used to busk in the city on Saturdays, but I haven't been able to do that for a while, which has totally sucked. So it's really cool to think I can do something cool instead of hanging around my room feeling shitty about everything.
"Oh. I should probably warn you, though," she added, almost reluctantly. She didn't want to tell him, but figured she had a responsibility to do so. "When I get scared, I shoot diamond chunks without meaning to. So I might... do that. If you show me stuff. Even if I know there's nothing to be afraid of. Sometimes it's just really stupid stuff I don't even think about. Like when you're about to trip. It's not actually scary, but your brain has that thought of 'oh shit gonna fall' and apparently that's enough for me to shoot stupid diamonds."
Ay, she's a mutant diamond, too. What sort of perfection. "It's cool," he said, trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing. "I'm tough and fast. And part of my powers is this sort of awareness of dangerous things around me. So s'all good."
"Really?! That's a really cool power to have! We are clearly going to be awesome together." She really liked the idea that she could relax a little around him and not have to worry about possibly stabbing him with tiny shards of organic diamond.
"Hell yeah."
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