[1 v 1] Letting Go [Circe x Calamitas]

[~Kiana_Nala~]

It had been a long time since Circe was last in the gym. Actually, it had been a while since she had been to school at all. Lately, the ghoul was going between home and school, but was mostly at home. Things were. . . stressful. The Reaper ghoul shook her blonde head, her once again pulled back, something she hadn't done in a while. The gym hadn't changed, at least not in the comfort it supplied it. Every time something went wrong she would come here and whether she fought someone or not she would walk out with a sense of calm and relief that she hadn't felt before. Her pitch black eyes scanned the room, taking in all of the inhabitants. It appeared that there were new students. That didn't surprise her. How long had it exactly been since she had last come here?

A small, really unstable smile rested on her lips as she headed over to the dummies. Today was her first day back at school in a few weeks and hopefully she wouldn't have to return home for a while. "I really don't want to go back." She whispered to the dummies as she readied herself. In the midst of all the chaos Circe was battling her own inner turmoil. She felt like she didn't even know who she was anymore. Like it was possible she was an alien in her own body. Maybe she was growing up, changing, she wasn't sure the reason but it kind of frightened her. "Stop." She told to herself firmly before she began punching one of the dummies. Circe was slowly turning the switch off on all her thoughts and feelings. Sure, not all of it went away but the rest of it just made her feel numb. So it was at least a little easier to function.  

[demon_pachabel]

Sura barely ever poked her head into the gym if she could help it. Something about the space, while being large, felt extremely claustrophobic to the Colossus who was far more used to open areas. Even in the body the skull pin she wore limited her to, Sura was a monstrously large (ha) student, seven feet tall without horns or standing digitgrade and with wide shoulders making her appear more like a wall to blot out the sun than something smaller and much less intimidating.

It seemed that today there were more students in the gym than she was comfortable with, and the Colossus lingered in the doorway, a hand on each side of the frame as dark tendrils danced off of her palms, wrapping around both herself, but wisping around other items close to the door as well, ominously touching whatever they could.

One tendril wrapped around the dummy that one of the students was working some frustrations out on, almost as if investigating it, giving it a sharp almost piercing jab while the colossus debated if she could handle being indoors and potentially around other students safely...

~Kiana_Nala~