Terry and Yuri, September 30
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ax_mainAfter a rough start, Terry gives Yuri the dirt on Xavier's.
At least the gym wasn't terrible. Not quite the resources he was used to having, but Yuri wasn't about to let that hold him back. After he finished his warmup in the dance studio, Yuri hit the treadmill for a distance run, and then the incline for some crunches. A strong core would get him those higher difficulties, and that was all that mattered.
His head dangled at the bottom of the incline for a moment, blood rushing. The stillness combined with the adrenaline made him think. Too fast, too much. Yakov fobbing him off on some other old fart. That short program Viktor was never going to give him. Grandpa in Moscow.
Fuck. He hated this stupid country. Why couldn't all the mutants be in Russia, like normal people?
If there was one thing Terry missed from her old school, it was all the athletics training. They had Physical Education classes, of course, but there wasn't a dedicated programme like she had had in Ireland. Still, that did not mean that she was going to let her fitness decline. So she regularly hit the grounds for a jog, or the gym for some workout. Or both.
She had already been out jogging, and was sweaty and flushed from it, when she walked into the gym, only to find it already occupied by... a new kid. Slightly upside down on the incline, but definitely new. "Hi," she told him with a small wave. "I'm Terry." And very Irish, as was obvious from her accent. Her colouring was just confirmation.
Upside down, she reminded him of Mila after a hard practice but with longer hair. He made a face, then crunched up and turned. Like hell he was going to talk to someone upside down like that. "You don't sound American," he said. This was a point in her favor.
"Neither do you," Terry pointed out with a small smile. "I'm Irish."
"Hmm," Yuri snorted. He couldn't think of one Irish skater. He knew nothing about it. "What are you doing here, then? No mutant schools in Ireland?"
"Not that I know of," Terry answered, watching him curiously. "Where are you from?" Something Eastern, probably, from the sound of his accent, but that didn't have to mean Russia.
"Russia," he said, voice and eyes sharp as he sat up and turned to face her completely. Since she didn't seem like a dick, he finally offered his name: "Yuri Plisetsky."
"Terry Cassidy," she answered, smiling at him. "Nice to meet you, Yuri. And welcome to Xavier's."
Yuri narrowed his eyes. "What's with everyone here being so cheerful. Except that idiot dog boy."
"I was being polite," Terry replied, frowning now. What was that puss on him? She turned to go and get a skipping rope from a corner of the gym.
Startled, Yuri actually blushed and looked away. He didn't know why he felt bad; he just did. He watched her grab the rope... wondered if he should go and... talk to her? Maybe not.
For now, Terry focused on skipping. It was hell in terms of cardio, and that meant she was hardly going to try and have a conversation while doing it. After a good five minutes of non-stop skipping, she was slightly breathless, and her cheeks had gone more than a little pink with the effort. "So you've met Inu-Yasha?" she asked as she took a break, heading to the nearby sink for a drink.
Yuri was simultaneously relieved she'd spoken to him again and annoyed all over again about puppy-boy. He slid off the incline and moved toward the sink, circling like an uncertain cat, but obviously wanting to talk to her. "He pushed into my room and told me I smelled like a cat. Then he wouldn't leave. It was creepy."
Terry straightened up and wiped any leftover water from her mouth. "Wow. It sounds like it." She made a sorry face. "Honestly, I've been steering clear of him."
"So he's not just a dick to new kids." Yuri snorted. "What's his deal, telling people he's a demon?"
Terry frowned. "I - he says that?" She shook her head. "I have no idea."
Yuri grunted something like yes. "Well, it's creepy."
"And worrying," Terry completed. "He thinks we're demons?" That sounded like something out of the worst Bible thumper's book. Something the idiot haters would come up with.
"He said something like--it's what I was before I was a mutant? I don't remember." Yuri shrugged, making a face like he'd just tasted something awful. "But he said he was now, too so... I hope that's not a common thing. I hate superstition."
"I haven't heard anyone else say anything like that, at least," Terry replied, but she was still frowning.
"They better not," Yuri said darkly. "That's the last thing we need right now, trouble from inside this place." Not that he was happy to be there, but at least he didn't have to worry about the ears and tail spontaneously erupting if he got angry.
Which... happened a lot. Yes.
"None of the students I've talked to are like that," Terry hastened to assure him. Inu-Yasha was the odd one out. The only odd one out, hopefully. "People are very forward-thinking here." It was a very nice change from her last school.
"That's something, then," even if Yuri didn't look it, necessarily. In truth, Yuri never cared one way or the other about forward-thinking. He was a skater. He skated.
But now... the world had gotten bigger. Which was saying a lot. For someone who'd traveled all over for the last few years. "It's good to know." He paused for a moment, awkward of a sudden. "You've been here a long time?"
"Since July," Terry replied, counting back how long it had been. It felt like such a longer time than three months. "When we all started filing in."
"And nothing creeps you out yet?" he asked, all curiosity now. "About the teachers or the headmaster or the classes?"
"Creeps me out?" Terry echoed with raised eyebrows. "Not really. Some things are... odd, but..." They didn't creep her out. What creeped her out was the damage she could do with a single scream, but that was probably not what he was asking, and even if it had been, she wouldn't have shared that much.
Yuri nodded, satisfied she'd told him all she was going to, anyhow. She seemed to nice too talk shit, though. "Odd with the teachers?"
"Odd with... the classes, I suppose," Terry replied. "I'm not an expert in American high school, but I don't think most of them put so much emphasis on self-defense."
Yuri grunted. "I thought that was weird when I was choosing classes. Maybe because of that--protest thing that happened?" It still seemed far-fetched though, and that showed on his face.
"And the headmaster's already sent some of us on a mission," Terry told him, because he ought to know. "That kind of odd."
"Hah?" Yuri scowled. "Like the mutant FBI." It would explain a lot...
"If the FBI's a high school with secret operatives," Terry replied sceptically.
Yuri snorted. "That counts as creepy."
Terry shrugged a little. "I'd rank it as a little... sketchy?" She was giving a try to purely American slang, yes.
"Sketchy," Yuri tried it out. "Seems like a word that's too... cute. But I'm stuck here. I just want to know."
"A lot of us have nowhere better to go," Terry stated, and yes, she was talking about herself as well. "I think, since that mission, we've all been... waiting. Waiting to see when it would happen again." She hadn't really talked about it with anyone, and it was odd to discuss it with a boy she'd only just meant, but there she went, anyway.
She felt a little like she was betraying the headmaster just by saying these things.
Yuri leaned in now, she had his full and complete--and intense--attention. "What, he just chooses students and sends them out to do... what?" Yuri wasn't even sure how he felt about it. In a way, it was familiar. But he'd been chosen to skate for his country. This... was so different.
"It was - somewhere they'd experimented on mutants," Terry explained. That much, at least, she could and should say. Just because Yuri hadn't been there when the headmaster had made the announcement did not mean that he should be kept in the dark. "They went to see if they could retrieve anything."
Hm. "If that's really what it was, I guess it's at least a good cause," though Yuri didn't sound or look totally convinced. "But it's still weird. I'm supposed to be here to figure out my powers and train for he season. Anyone tries to make me into high school FBI, I'm on the first flight to St. Petersburg."
"I don't think the headmaster would force anyone," Terry replied honestly. He'd been nothing but good to all of them. Right?
"He better not try," Yuri said darkly. Yakov was an idiot, fobbing him off on Xavier. Yuri would've been better off on his own. As usual. "But thanks. For telling me all this. I feel less..." but Yuri wasn't sure how to describe that lost, confused feeling, so he just said, "thanks" again.
Terry nodded. "You're welcome." She wasn't sure how he had meant to finish his sentence, and tried not to guess. "I'm in 203, if you ever want to talk," she added spontaneously.
Yuri looked confused, but just nodded. "See you around, Terry." Then he turned and walked away, glancing over his shoulder just once.
Terry was biting on the inside of his cheek as she watched him walk away, but she looked away in a hurry when he glanced back. Very discreet, Cassidy. She winced, then turned away and went back to skipping.
At least the gym wasn't terrible. Not quite the resources he was used to having, but Yuri wasn't about to let that hold him back. After he finished his warmup in the dance studio, Yuri hit the treadmill for a distance run, and then the incline for some crunches. A strong core would get him those higher difficulties, and that was all that mattered.
His head dangled at the bottom of the incline for a moment, blood rushing. The stillness combined with the adrenaline made him think. Too fast, too much. Yakov fobbing him off on some other old fart. That short program Viktor was never going to give him. Grandpa in Moscow.
Fuck. He hated this stupid country. Why couldn't all the mutants be in Russia, like normal people?
If there was one thing Terry missed from her old school, it was all the athletics training. They had Physical Education classes, of course, but there wasn't a dedicated programme like she had had in Ireland. Still, that did not mean that she was going to let her fitness decline. So she regularly hit the grounds for a jog, or the gym for some workout. Or both.
She had already been out jogging, and was sweaty and flushed from it, when she walked into the gym, only to find it already occupied by... a new kid. Slightly upside down on the incline, but definitely new. "Hi," she told him with a small wave. "I'm Terry." And very Irish, as was obvious from her accent. Her colouring was just confirmation.
Upside down, she reminded him of Mila after a hard practice but with longer hair. He made a face, then crunched up and turned. Like hell he was going to talk to someone upside down like that. "You don't sound American," he said. This was a point in her favor.
"Neither do you," Terry pointed out with a small smile. "I'm Irish."
"Hmm," Yuri snorted. He couldn't think of one Irish skater. He knew nothing about it. "What are you doing here, then? No mutant schools in Ireland?"
"Not that I know of," Terry answered, watching him curiously. "Where are you from?" Something Eastern, probably, from the sound of his accent, but that didn't have to mean Russia.
"Russia," he said, voice and eyes sharp as he sat up and turned to face her completely. Since she didn't seem like a dick, he finally offered his name: "Yuri Plisetsky."
"Terry Cassidy," she answered, smiling at him. "Nice to meet you, Yuri. And welcome to Xavier's."
Yuri narrowed his eyes. "What's with everyone here being so cheerful. Except that idiot dog boy."
"I was being polite," Terry replied, frowning now. What was that puss on him? She turned to go and get a skipping rope from a corner of the gym.
Startled, Yuri actually blushed and looked away. He didn't know why he felt bad; he just did. He watched her grab the rope... wondered if he should go and... talk to her? Maybe not.
For now, Terry focused on skipping. It was hell in terms of cardio, and that meant she was hardly going to try and have a conversation while doing it. After a good five minutes of non-stop skipping, she was slightly breathless, and her cheeks had gone more than a little pink with the effort. "So you've met Inu-Yasha?" she asked as she took a break, heading to the nearby sink for a drink.
Yuri was simultaneously relieved she'd spoken to him again and annoyed all over again about puppy-boy. He slid off the incline and moved toward the sink, circling like an uncertain cat, but obviously wanting to talk to her. "He pushed into my room and told me I smelled like a cat. Then he wouldn't leave. It was creepy."
Terry straightened up and wiped any leftover water from her mouth. "Wow. It sounds like it." She made a sorry face. "Honestly, I've been steering clear of him."
"So he's not just a dick to new kids." Yuri snorted. "What's his deal, telling people he's a demon?"
Terry frowned. "I - he says that?" She shook her head. "I have no idea."
Yuri grunted something like yes. "Well, it's creepy."
"And worrying," Terry completed. "He thinks we're demons?" That sounded like something out of the worst Bible thumper's book. Something the idiot haters would come up with.
"He said something like--it's what I was before I was a mutant? I don't remember." Yuri shrugged, making a face like he'd just tasted something awful. "But he said he was now, too so... I hope that's not a common thing. I hate superstition."
"I haven't heard anyone else say anything like that, at least," Terry replied, but she was still frowning.
"They better not," Yuri said darkly. "That's the last thing we need right now, trouble from inside this place." Not that he was happy to be there, but at least he didn't have to worry about the ears and tail spontaneously erupting if he got angry.
Which... happened a lot. Yes.
"None of the students I've talked to are like that," Terry hastened to assure him. Inu-Yasha was the odd one out. The only odd one out, hopefully. "People are very forward-thinking here." It was a very nice change from her last school.
"That's something, then," even if Yuri didn't look it, necessarily. In truth, Yuri never cared one way or the other about forward-thinking. He was a skater. He skated.
But now... the world had gotten bigger. Which was saying a lot. For someone who'd traveled all over for the last few years. "It's good to know." He paused for a moment, awkward of a sudden. "You've been here a long time?"
"Since July," Terry replied, counting back how long it had been. It felt like such a longer time than three months. "When we all started filing in."
"And nothing creeps you out yet?" he asked, all curiosity now. "About the teachers or the headmaster or the classes?"
"Creeps me out?" Terry echoed with raised eyebrows. "Not really. Some things are... odd, but..." They didn't creep her out. What creeped her out was the damage she could do with a single scream, but that was probably not what he was asking, and even if it had been, she wouldn't have shared that much.
Yuri nodded, satisfied she'd told him all she was going to, anyhow. She seemed to nice too talk shit, though. "Odd with the teachers?"
"Odd with... the classes, I suppose," Terry replied. "I'm not an expert in American high school, but I don't think most of them put so much emphasis on self-defense."
Yuri grunted. "I thought that was weird when I was choosing classes. Maybe because of that--protest thing that happened?" It still seemed far-fetched though, and that showed on his face.
"And the headmaster's already sent some of us on a mission," Terry told him, because he ought to know. "That kind of odd."
"Hah?" Yuri scowled. "Like the mutant FBI." It would explain a lot...
"If the FBI's a high school with secret operatives," Terry replied sceptically.
Yuri snorted. "That counts as creepy."
Terry shrugged a little. "I'd rank it as a little... sketchy?" She was giving a try to purely American slang, yes.
"Sketchy," Yuri tried it out. "Seems like a word that's too... cute. But I'm stuck here. I just want to know."
"A lot of us have nowhere better to go," Terry stated, and yes, she was talking about herself as well. "I think, since that mission, we've all been... waiting. Waiting to see when it would happen again." She hadn't really talked about it with anyone, and it was odd to discuss it with a boy she'd only just meant, but there she went, anyway.
She felt a little like she was betraying the headmaster just by saying these things.
Yuri leaned in now, she had his full and complete--and intense--attention. "What, he just chooses students and sends them out to do... what?" Yuri wasn't even sure how he felt about it. In a way, it was familiar. But he'd been chosen to skate for his country. This... was so different.
"It was - somewhere they'd experimented on mutants," Terry explained. That much, at least, she could and should say. Just because Yuri hadn't been there when the headmaster had made the announcement did not mean that he should be kept in the dark. "They went to see if they could retrieve anything."
Hm. "If that's really what it was, I guess it's at least a good cause," though Yuri didn't sound or look totally convinced. "But it's still weird. I'm supposed to be here to figure out my powers and train for he season. Anyone tries to make me into high school FBI, I'm on the first flight to St. Petersburg."
"I don't think the headmaster would force anyone," Terry replied honestly. He'd been nothing but good to all of them. Right?
"He better not try," Yuri said darkly. Yakov was an idiot, fobbing him off on Xavier. Yuri would've been better off on his own. As usual. "But thanks. For telling me all this. I feel less..." but Yuri wasn't sure how to describe that lost, confused feeling, so he just said, "thanks" again.
Terry nodded. "You're welcome." She wasn't sure how he had meant to finish his sentence, and tried not to guess. "I'm in 203, if you ever want to talk," she added spontaneously.
Yuri looked confused, but just nodded. "See you around, Terry." Then he turned and walked away, glancing over his shoulder just once.
Terry was biting on the inside of his cheek as she watched him walk away, but she looked away in a hurry when he glanced back. Very discreet, Cassidy. She winced, then turned away and went back to skipping.
