Spider Power [OPEN]

Gwyn would never admit what she was thinking out loud. She wouldn't want to give them the feeling of satisfaction if they knew that she actually liked Beata. A fist would be thrown into anyone who said 'I told you so', and in order to preserve her good standing for as long as she can--Gwyn figured it would be best to avoid that. Not that she wanted to be a goodie two shoes, but the fact that she knew that she would fuck something up in times to come, and knew not to waste it on assholes.

Although, she held no qualms about shoving a fist into one of those foam dummies set up in the training room. The lighter skin colored dummy pushed back an inch, wobbling as it as forced back into place by a spring. Gywn's hair was pulled into a ponytail, which swished behind her as she danced from foot to foot, a dance learned through years of nights walking through the dark and rotten parts of town. Most earned a clump of spiderwebs to the face--and if she was really pissed off that night they would find themselves laid out on the ground.

Her workout did not just merely consist of this, but it was the last of her rounds. The iron at the far side of the room had the weight adjusted to 90 pounds. While the elliptical's screen blinked with a finished distance of 6 miles run. The bars had a slight layer of chalk on them, which matched the same powder on the girl's hands. The result of pull ups. Set to the side was a roll of bandage, which could be seen around her knuckles. Gwyn appeared to know what she was doing.

In a swift punch to the chin of the dummy, it was sent toppling over onto the ground to with a crash. In that same instant, she identified the presence of another person who had just entered the room. Pissed off by the interruption, A net of spiderweb was shot at their face. Spite was her driving force.

Anne-Marie was finally feeling like she was getting the hang pf the huge building of the academy. She scurried around corridors, cracking open doors to see what was inside and making herself a mental map as she went. Not ,uch of the building was left and the British girl was starting to get tired as she reached the training area. It was not as if the location suited her powers very much, but she walked around nonetheless, feeling that leving an empty mystery patch behind her would make no sense.Most of the rooms appeared silent from the door, but one particular door let her hear the grunts of what sounded like another person. Her heart leaped at the idea of meeting someone new, just cassually opening the door and boom, a new buddy, someone to help her around the school. Anne did exactly as she planned and went in. But she didn't quite expect a spidery web to clasp around her face, threatenkng to choke her.

All she could see beyond her eyes was split into fractions and fractions, but she felt a warm liquid ooze into her palm as her pale skin was slwightly brushed by blood. She couldn't explain herself what the might have been, so she wiped it on her slim jeans. Another thing she had noticed was that one of the lenses of her glass was cracked against her eye, making her afraid to open it."Umm..." she muttered, trying to peel the web off with her left hand.

Chris had made it a point to check in on the girl he had helped bring to Beata every once in a while. There was no reason for it other than his peace of mind. He had been looking for her by walking around the various buildings, finally spotting her in the training rooms. The Summer had entered the room and noticed that a girl was struggling with a web to the face. Rolling his eyes, Iceman walked over to the webbed-girl and, using his ice arm, tapped the webbing, which froze. Another poke from the boy's other hand caused it to shatter and fall. "You should be careful with your webs; they're hard to pull off unless frozen," he said to Gwyn, smirking. Turning back to Anne, he asked her, "Do you need any Band-Aids or anything?"

A thin glare was passed back to Chris over her right shoulder. "Fuck your freezing powers." Gwyn muttered, ticked off that the other student didn't have to deal with the tough spider webs for longer than she thought Anne-Marie deserved. Not that Anne-Marie had done anything much to piss her off. Other than entering the room she was occupying. More than enough for her. After all, her toleration threshold is pretty small when it came to other students. Basically--Gwyn held no pity for the other girl.

In one hand she lifted the metal frame of the foam man back into place, and the other sent another clump of webs at Chris again. Then finally, once more for spite. "Wipe that smirk off your face."