Training in the gym (open)

[Levi Kayamei]

Anyone roaming the halls during the free period would hear the loud slapping of a sandbag being abused through the open doors of the gymnasium. Anyone peering in would see that Levi had moved the bag and its stand to the middle gym so he would have more room while he trained. there was something about a spacious training area that he preferred and the echo allowed him to better assess the impact of each blow, though it was based more on the feeling on impact. A couple of thug looking students were lying on the ground several feet away from the hard training youth, out cold, having learned what it meant to disrupt Levi's training sessions with ill intentions.

"Eyah! Hah! YAH!"

The young Asian would send a left round house into the bag and quickly pull it back to the ready position in time to send another, meeting the bag on its return only to send it swinging again. He would do this twenty times before switching legs, each impact ringing through the gymnasium as he grit his teeth in determination, refusing to stop until he couldn't throw another kick. His grandfather's warnings about the school had not been exaggerated and he knew that to survive, his normal training routine would not suffice. 

[Emily Suddenfield]

Silently, Emily slipped inside. She walked up the bleachers, eyes on the man pummeling the bag. He was shouting with strikes- which reminded her of Karate. Usually, Em grunted when a blow hit her in order to reduce the pain and wind getting knocked out of her. His method was different but no less effective in it's practice.

She was a fighter, and she wasn't about to miss watching someone display their skills.

She sat near the top and watched calmly, hoodie pulled up to cover her eyes and face.

[Levi Kayamei]

Levi continued to abuse the sandbag for another 10 minutes before stopping the swinging bag and leaning against it as he caught his breath. His abdomen and thighs burned in objection to the training they were being forced to do. The recent riot at the school had definitely lit a fire underneath the young Asian and he was determined to be more than just another delinquent in this absurd penile system. After a few moments, he turned and bent down to grab a towel and his water bottle, surveying the gym as he drank, his eyes quickly finding his new spectator. She hadn't interfered so far, so it seemed possible she wasn't looking for trouble, but Levi needed to be sure. He couldn't trust anyone here.

Levi set his water bottle down and continued to dry himself with the towel as he spoke across the gym, his tone slightly exasperated, but surprisingly friendly as he joked, hiding his suspicion.

"Enjoying the show?"

He wasn't used to getting spectators that didn't want to hurt him and he had trusted one of the two boys on the floor for a while before he nearly got jumped. He wasn't planning on making the same mistake twice, but he didn't want to necessary assume this was this woman's intent. Alienating others was not a good idea in a place like this.

[Emily Suddenfield]

She stood as he finally noticed and acknowledged her. The boy from before....with the broken arm. She would stand, pulling back her hood and shaking a hand lightly through her hair to ease it out. She turned and started down the steps, walking out onto the floor and sticking her hands in her hood. She would walk over to the bag and glance at it before looking at her.

"What's your name?"

[Levi Kayamei]

The tension in Levi's gut eased slightly as it appeared, at least initially, that this girl was not a common thug. He just hoped that was a good thing. He quickly stopped a bead of sweat from rolling down his forehead and into his eye with the towel before he replied.

Levi Kayamei, what's your's?

A standard greeting, but one that was certainly uncommon in the school where a punch to the face was the equivalent of saying hello depending on the social circle.

[Emily Suddenfield]

She looked at the bag, then back to him. Her brow furrowed slightly.

"You with the Correctional Police?"

She didn't like them. Not on an individual basis, but as a whole. They had all the feeling of an army with the word "Correctional Police" in their title. With everything she learned about the CF, she had no desire to see an army raised on campus in their name.

[Levi Kayamei]

Levi took a moment to read the girl's expression. She was either generally distrustful or had a displike for the correctional police. If it was the latter, then she would be among the majority. Though he had only been there for a few days, Levi had learned quite a few things, one of them being that the correctional police were generally hated. He hadn't personally had any run-ins with them, but he would be sure to avoid them if at all possible. Ignorance was bliss afterall. He shook his head with a small smile.

"Not at all. I take it you don't like them?"

[Emily Suddenfield]

She clasped her hands behind her back.

"I distrust the group and it's motives. Individually, I don't know them."

She would watch him for a moment before looking back at the bag, then pushing up the sleeves on her sweater. She pointed with her chin at the swinging tool as she spoke.

"You like to fight?"