Akashic Arcana Arcadia Aerobic Gymnastic Club

Kierri

Kierri

Allonsy!
Iris opened her eyes, the performance area was a 33ft square below her. One leg was folded over the aerial hoop, if she was to ever slip the fold of her leg would be enough to catch her on the hoop, her other leg was extending towards the roof, her ankle resting on the hoop where it met the chain. Her back was being supported by the hoop, her arms extended past her head, hands clasped together, two fingers pointing to the ground. Her blonde hair ends tickling her hand.

For Iris, this was almost a form of relaxing yoga rather than a semi complex aerial gymnastic move.

Her blue eyes zipped from side to side, only now noticing that quiet, hearing a few pit pats of bare feet against the smooth floor. The club had reach half-time and now the people were huddled in the corner, sipping from their water bottles, chatting quietly amongst themselves.

Iris was usually the last to leave the equipment. The last to join in with the group at break. The last into the changing rooms to change out of her leotard. And often the last back to her dorm room. Not out of any need to stray away from the crowd, Iris was a fairly sociable person when she wanted to be. However she wanted a few more minutes to unwind from her day of classes, something about being on the aerial hoop calmed her, it's rocking movement as she changed positions was soothing.

Her gaze focused on the blue brick wall in front of her, the clock ticking away towards the evening.

The captain tapped their watch, drilling in the message that she should be with the group and not hanging onto the equipment. Iris however never being in a rush took her gaze away, deliberately from the captain, feigning to not have seen them. Instead turning her gaze to the many gymnastic posters all over the walls, showing various classes and rotas and competitions taking place within the gym.

Iris had yet to compete for the gymnastic club, but she attended every evening, working and honing her flexibility. The only times when she didn't attend was when some other competition was taking place. Iris had first been introduced to aerobics and gymnastics whenever the circus came to town, amazed by the contortionist and aerial dancers she aspired to be like them. However like most of Iris's dreams, they faded to black, her mother who still held onto the last tethers of their once esteemed family name had made sure that her only daughter would not run off to join the circus.

Iris lifted her upper body towards the hoop, bringing her leg down so she could sit upright. Break would soon be ending and the class would resume to it's regular activities which usually involved in working on flexibility, practising bends and jumps. Her gaze flicked back to the group, some faces she recognised from her own year, others she couldn't place a name to a face.

Eventually she jumped down from the hoop, landing on the soft blue mat below. Iris sighed softly as she stood upright, hopping off the mat she walked onto solid ground. The captain clapped their hands to signal the end of the break "Let's do some bends, I want you in pairs!" they called out to the group.

Iris looked towards the group again, her gaze searching. As usual everyone took their usual partner. Without many members in the club it was uneven, and Iris was often left to practise on her own. Not that she always minded being on her own. Sometimes she enjoyed it, other times she would've enjoyed the company.

Iris struggled to interact with groups, struggled to fit in. Her quirky behaviour tended to draw people off, her bouts of sudden hyper activity was strange and over-whelming to some. However what mostly warned people away was her obsessive behaviour, they had heard stories, about ex partners. Memories that Iris wasn't fond of going back to, however she couldn't help but feel that perhaps it was a big reason that people avoided going any further beyond acquaintances.
 
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Shirosaki Kuro had his wireless headphones on over his ears as he stepped into the gymnasium catching an annoyed glare from the captain of the gymnastics team. His gold on black eyes danced over to her as he gave a shrug. He had a horrible habit of ignoring simple rules that didn't agree with. Breaking and entering this place was a normal thing every since his freshman days -at least for him it was. Dropping his bags on a bench near the wall he plopped down so he could untie his boots and shrug out of his hoodie. Placing his phone in a armband case he strapped it to his left upper arm. Barefoot and pleased that the captain chose not to bother him he stood before making his way over to the stretching area.

Shiro was dressed in loose black sweat pants with a dark red tank top that was torn along the neck and at the helm clearly from being yanked on roughly. Without much thought he put himself through his stretches. During a back bend to form a bridge he finally spotted the lass dangling from the hoop. She was certainly an eye catcher all stretched out as she was. He grinned slightly before pushing himself into a handstand and falling back onto his feet in a lazy back flip. His white long braid fell forward from where it had been tucked into the back of his tank top. Oh how annoying it could be from time to time but he hated cutting it more. Flicking it over his shoulder he shifted so he could peek at his phone's screen and look for some music to go with his current mood.

Settling on "Courtesy Call" by Thousand Foot Krutch he glanced about the floor deciding a starting path he would Run towards the padded wall and leaped at it. Twisting slightly he landed against it around four feet above the ground with his feet before pushing off, flipping in in the air to land on the ground in a run. Using the same wall he would do the same move but with different landings on the ground. It was clear it was merely practice for what he might do while in the city later that week. Parkour was something he enjoyed doing in his spare time and even simply getting from point a to point b. He was used to other students being surprised by his acrobatics.

Twenty minutes later or so he plopped down on the bench near his things to get a drink from the bottle of water he brought with him and whip some of the sweat off his neck and face with a small hand towel. Shiro's blood sang with the energy he felt pumping through his body. Nothing felt better than working up a sweat.
 
Ade had no idea what kind of activities he was supposed to do. He tried to search around clubs, but nothing stood out to him, or rather, he felt shy whenever he would go into a room with lots of people who he knew nothing about. He felt like an intruder, and would quickly back away from any doors he'd reach. In the end, he decided to try something that would improve him and would make himself stick to it. He considered activities that would help with his flexibility, maybe even his reaction time, and in the end, he found one called aerobic gymnastics. It seemed interesting, even fun, and he was set on it.
But when it came to actually partake in the activity, he would stand near the end of the room, trying to become one with the wall, watching as everyone performed stunningly. He felt overwhelmed, and was sweating just as much as the rest of the members, except his was from being inadequate rather than working out. His brain was screaming at him to get out, find something else, maybe join some kind of book club, but another voice stopped him, saying that he got in, and now he had to prove that he could stay in. Running away from an afternoon activity, well, that wouldn't show how courageous he was, now would it.
He waited until the end of the break when he heard the captain shout something about getting into pairs. That was the first time when the captain took the time to look at Ade, burning a hole into the man, making him feel like a little boy. That gaze made Ade panic and he suddenly wanted nothing else, but to have someone next to him, just so he could shake off the head of the club's stare from him. He looked around, pushing himself away from the wall. He briefly glanced at a man who had been running up one of the walls and landing over and over again, passionately, elegantly... Ade envied him, the captain seemed to let him do whatever, although the man seemed to deserve it.
He ripped his eyes away and tried to search for someone else. The captain was still looking at him, tapping with their foot impatiently. Ade was too aware of the fact that the whole club was waiting for him now to settle down. He glanced towards another member, a rather attractive looking young lady, but he couldn't process any of that, besides that he was lucky she was alone. He grinned as she stepped closer to her. "Hey, may I join up with you?"
 
Iris lowered herself to the floor, she stretched out one leg in front of her and leaned forward until her forehead slightly touched her thigh, her hands placed delicately on her calf. Her head turned slightly to the sound of a voice, she couldn't remember his name but she knew he was one of the shy ones, she was surprised that he had suddenly decided to be social, especially with her of all people. Her gaze scanned the rest of the room, most of them had sorted themselves into pairs. She spotted a late joiner on the bench, it wasn't exactly hard to miss him given his pale complexion and unusual eyes.

She had seen him here a few times but he normally turned up after break. He was more into the fast moving gymnastics, the jumps and leaps, scaling high walls and such. Iris noticed she hadn't even spoken to the man in front of her yet, her gaze went back to him, pondering his question on whether to pair up. It seemed unfair to leave one out so they could pair up. She pushed herself up from the ground, keeping her gaze on Ade "How do you feel about making this a trio?" she asked, although not waiting for an answer. It was just how she was, knowing what she wanted. Iris nodded towards Shiro "Him, lets ask him to join" she muttered, her voice light like song, she didn't wait for an answer again and walked over to the bench.

Iris looked over Shiro again, admiring his eyes, they were interesting to look at to say the least "We've been asked to pair up, that guy over there wants to pair up with me . . . seems unfair that you shouldn't get anyone to practice with . . . want to join us?" she asked, a slight smile appeared on her lips, her hands held together behind her back, giving a somewhat innocent looking pose.
 
His music could easily be heard with how loud he had it as he drank from his bottle of water. He could see the gymnastics team was pairing off for one of their exercises. Team work. It was a thing many groups boasted they had a lot of but when it came down to the line Shirosaki was willing to bet they didn't have a starting clue on how to live and die for each other like he had seen... He closed his eyes and reminded himself that those weren't his memories. They couldn't be.

Opening his eyes again he noticed the girl he had admired earlier standing before him saying something. Damn she looked cute asking whatever it was he couldn't hear at the moment. It made him smirk before he decided to give her some of his time and removed the headphones, "What was that, princess?" He asked as he leaned back. There wasn't any denying he enjoyed pushing buttons when he found them exposed, "You do realize I'm not part of your team. Just as your captain puts it a freeloader that refuses to commit to anything."

Shiro waited his eyes staring right into hers dying to know how she would take his brashness. Would she do as so many and simply call him a jerk or surprise him in some way? His gaze shifted to the other male with her. He wasn't weak but more shy and unsure of himself. He might actually gain something from Shiro joining them but that would depend on his willingness to push his own boundaries of comfort, "Alright. I'll join your little session but on one condition. The two of you join me for dinner."

It was an innocent enough request from him he thought. After all he would likely end up making too much food like always. He normally dropped his left over off at the local soup kitchen just outside of the Academy when he decided to cook. Perhaps this would save him a trip.
 
"A trio...?" he tried to ask, though, by the time he finished, the girl was already walking towards someone else. He felt uneasy at being left like that, did he intrude? Were those two meant to be a pair before he rudely came between them? He decided to follow, after all he didn't get a flat out no, so it would be rude to sneak away now. He followed quietly, smiling at the male who he noticed earlier as well. Ade wondered how the man wasn't deaf yet from the loud music in his ears. Of course, the damage wasn't as significant as it would have been even fifty years ago, but the question was still standing.

He shuffled awkwardly at the small exchange, trying to feel out the dogtag from under his black shirt. He could feel his heart stop for a second as he thought he had lost it, but exhaled loudly when he realised that somehow the necklace just jumbled into itself and the dog tag was almost on his shoulder. He readjusted it and squeezed it, calming down fast. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.

"Dinner?" Ade frowned, feeling as if though he only got invited because he just happened to be there. "Are you sure? What shall I bring?"
 
Iris looked between the two males, she was surprised slightly by his request for dinner but she could find no reason to not join. Besides, it was rare she had dinner with anyone let alone two people. She grinned and shrug "Captain's a captain, they always bitch about something" she muttered before her gaze switched to Ade again, she nudged him playfully with her shoulder "Bring something tasty doggy, it's a dinner party after all" she spoke with a wink.

Iris liked that he was shy, it was nice, that being said she definitely enjoyed Shiro's brash attitude, it was like a non verbal challenge. Iris twirled around and grinned again, nodding her head towards the group that were already working on bends and jumps. "Doggy, freeloader . . . follow me" she muttered strolling away from them. Her gym club had just got a tad more interesting. Now instead of one partner she had two.

She chose an open spot, with enough space for them to practice without possibly injuring anyone. The Captain gave her a unimpressed look, although Iris paid little attention, she hadn't exactly broken any rules, she had just made sure everyone was included in the group activity.
 
Shiro tilted his head as he stared at the pair, "No don't bring anything but drinks. I make too much damn food as it is," He huffed as he tossed his braid over his shoulder then stood up, "Freeloader," He chuckled lightly at the nickname, "Easy there happen to like my name more than others, princess."

His golden gaze trailed over her for a moment before he glanced at the male again. They were an interesting trio one might even say they were the entirety of the color spectrum rolled into three very different people. Shirosaki in his pale tones, Iris with her vibrant hair and creamy skin, lastly Ade with his dark mocha colored skin and curled black hair. How odd, he mused a bit more as he followed her lead for now. His gaze danced over to the captain and stuck his tongue out at the fire-ball of a woman. Oh how he loved exposed buttons he knew how to push. Smirking slightly ran a hand through his damp bangs.

As the trio set up and got ready he wondered slightly about what made these two decided to be followers instead of raising to be kings of their own domains. Shirosaki was a firm believer in people coming in two different types. Kings and horses. Kings ruled while horses did things to the whims and wishes of the king they chose to bow to. Any single horse held the power to take the crown from the King just as the King could fall and become a horse but none could be both within the same domain. Domains were divided simply enough into places and arts. While a person could be King in his home he could be a horse in his work place. Kings could collect domains. Shirosaki was a collector of domains. He only played horse when it was proved to him that he held no sway over the domain he was in.

Where were these two King? He thought as he relaxed into the exercises. Their homes? Work perhaps? Some field of magic he couldn't achieve? He would find out eventually.
 
Ade tried to get into the flow of things, but being around these two made everything that he was doing that much worse. He could see the captain sometimes shaking their head too at how he was fumbling around, and in the end, not even the dog-tag could help him. He stood up and backed away slightly from the other two. "I... I don't think this is the right place for me, Sorry, but uhm..." He looked around. His heart was suddenly pounding so hard that he couldn't hear a damn thing. If anyone spoke to him, he couldn't have noticed it.
"I think it's better if I just go now. But thank you for your help and your hospitality. It was nice getting to know you two" he tried to smile, but his lips quivered. He looked around, trying to see if he left anything before he made a dash towards the main door. He didn't stop walking until he was away in his dorm room, where he could finally slow down and breath again. Maybe he would try something else, maybe he should try and get something to those two later on as an apology. But for now, he just needed to take a shower and nap.
 
Iris watched as Ade made a quick departure, she watched the empty space where he had just been for a few seconds and wondered if her brash personality had scared him away like it did for most people. She snapped out of it quickly, not wanting to waste time on another person that didn't want to be around her. Instead her gaze slipped to Shiro "And then there was two" she muttered with a slight smile.

Iris decided to work on some stretches, doing a few simple moves like extended pose, and the standing forward fold, her fingers stretching to reach her toes. Once she straightened out she sighed softly "So, you prefer parkour then?" she asked as she performed scorpion, being sure to hold frame for a few seconds before releasing her leg. Every time she had seen Shiro, he only seemed to be practising parkour and not so much aerobics, although as far as she was concerned it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It provided great arm and leg strength, which was needed in this sport.

She then realised there wasn't much that she actually knew about Shiro, no one ever really mentioned him, he didn't seem exactly like the social type himself, always on his own when the club started. And is some respects he seemed to prefer it that way. Except for today.

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Shiro paused slightly and eventually came to a complete standstill in a splits position and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the floor with his chin on top of his knuckles, "Parkour is a love of mine," He admitted lightly, "I like many things though."

Mostly snow crab he admitted to no one but himself, "What about your just doing this for health or got some goal?"

It mattered little to him if anyone ever knew anything about him but he couldn't help but admit that it could be nice to have a friend instead of someone he just fought with all the time like most of the people who ended up knowing an thing or two about him. He was a little annoyed the black boy had vanished so damn quickly. The male figured he would have to help break that egg of fear eventually or he was going to drown in this school. Sitting up again he brought the bottom of his feet together and press gently on his knees with his hands. The girl before him hadn't caught his attention before so he knew next to nothing about her. Not even her name, "I'm Shirosaki Kuro by the way. And yourself?"
 
Iris nodded her head slightly, listening quietly as he spoke about himself. She had a similar passion for aerial dancing, it had stemmed from her love of heights as a child, and whilst her up bringing meant she had never been able to join in with any aerobics clubs till date she had been astounded by the art at the circuses that used to pull through her town. Iris sat on the floor cross legged, just doing some simple arm stretches, everyone else was pretty much doing the same, talking amongst themselves quietly. The captain was wading through them, her eyes scanning carefully.

Iris shrugged at his question "I do it for fun I guess, I don't do much else in this school besides study" she muttered before smiling again bowing her head slightly in a comical introduction "Iris Harington, good to meet you" she spoke in a cheerful tone. Iris moved slightly so she could stretch her leg out, she gripped her ankle with both hands and leaned forward. Once she completed her stretches she quickly got back to her feet, her eyes examining him carefully "You got strong arms Freeloader, reckon you can do some due body supports?" she questioned, a lot of the group were wary of performing lifts, and mostly stuck to using the aerobics pole instead of using an actual person instead.

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He smiled at the name Iris like the flower. It suited her oddly enough. Her tri-toned hair reminded him a bit of the six petaled blooms, "Perhaps you should wait to get to know this freeloader before you go saying that, Iris," He glanced over at the captain who glared at him again. Oh he couldn't help but grin at her annoyance. His corrupting of another fine work of art didn't seem to go missed, "You should get out of this place more often. The village has a nice atmosphere during the festivals."

He stood and held his hand out for her own after her question, "I can do nearly anything you can think of," He purred softly after he pulled her up and into his arms, "There's just one thing you should never ask me to do."

Shields. He sucked at defense magic. In all honesty he would rather die then be asked to make a barrier or other protective structure. His magic while great for his normal type of fighting wasn't balanced enough for a that type of work and often ended in something exploding. Normally the shield he just made. Not only that it drained him to do so. The first time he had created a shield in defense class he had quickly been told never to do that again.
 
Iris smirked, gripping both of his hands "It's not magic related if that's what you're worrying about" she muttered, tensing her arms and bending her knee's slightly "Lift me" she whispered, using her upper strength to push herself up. Iris looked down towards Shiro, a playful smirk played across her lips, her hair hanging down over them whilst she lifted her legs, straightening them towards the roof, toes pointed as she straightened out her arms, it was a little shaky at first but Iris held firm, knowing that Shiro could probably hold her.

She giggled quietly, pleased about doing something other than usual stretches and bends for once, and having someone that could easily perform lifts was always a benefit being in this club. Should a performance ever arise Iris definitely knew who to turn to.
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Shiro smirked at the woman seeming to guess his weakness in magic. Perhaps a few people were talking about him here and there that he didn't know about. He gripped waist and did as she asked lifting her in a near vertical quickly catching on to what she want by the subtle shifts in her body. Normally he didn't like lifting other but her... There wasn't any reason he shouldn't enjoy the way her hair tickled his face and shoulders as he kept his gaze locked on her own.

Due to his own physical strength he was able to hold her much smaller weight up for some time. For now he would let her lead this exercise. After all it was her head at jeopardy if he let go, "Anything else, princess?"
 
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