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First Post
CRASH!
The sounds of the fallen weights still echo across the practice chamber.
"Concentrate, Lawrence. You have to concentrate." The elderly man shakes his head ruefully. "By know you should be able to move something heavier than a book. But you just don't concentrate."
Larry grimaces at the chastisement. I hate it when he calls me Lawrence. Wiping his face with a towel, Larry hides his dissapointment from his teacher. "I'm trying, I'm trying. This isn't easy, you know." He had been sure this time he'd be able to finally move the 50 lb weight across the room.
He'd spent the last couple of weeks in the basement of the institute, in one of the myriad training chambers. If there was one thing he'd learnt was that this psychic buisness was a lot harder than it looked at first. It was almost like working. That's not what I signed in for.
"But you have the raw ability, Lawrence. If only you put in the effort, you'd be surprised at all you could do." Standing up from his lotus position, David Wu helps Larry up as well. "Well that's enough for today. Go home and meditate. Hopefully you'll do better tomorrow."
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Meditate my ass. The electronic music blared loudly from the speakers out at the dance floor, but they were now in some VIP Lounge. Larry wasn't sure at what club he was right now. He'd hooked up with a couple of model types early in the evening, Mandy and Candy, and they'd barhopped all night. He could alerady feel the hangover he'd have next day.
They'd been joined by more of the girl's friends, mostly of the female persuasion. Larry was currently doing one of his tricks, although lately he was augmenting them with his newfound talent. "So ladies, each one of you put a personal item into the box, and I'll guess whose it is."
Turning around, he waited for them too finish. Once they yelled they were ready, Larry turned around. Putting his hand into the box, the first object he pulled out was a bra. Closing his eyes for a second, he soon speaks up with a huge grin in his face. "Well Mandy, I think this is yours, although I'm not sure Candy was aware you'd taken her favorite bra. You knoe, the one her old boyfriend gave her..."
The sounds of the fallen weights still echo across the practice chamber.
"Concentrate, Lawrence. You have to concentrate." The elderly man shakes his head ruefully. "By know you should be able to move something heavier than a book. But you just don't concentrate."
Larry grimaces at the chastisement. I hate it when he calls me Lawrence. Wiping his face with a towel, Larry hides his dissapointment from his teacher. "I'm trying, I'm trying. This isn't easy, you know." He had been sure this time he'd be able to finally move the 50 lb weight across the room.
He'd spent the last couple of weeks in the basement of the institute, in one of the myriad training chambers. If there was one thing he'd learnt was that this psychic buisness was a lot harder than it looked at first. It was almost like working. That's not what I signed in for.
"But you have the raw ability, Lawrence. If only you put in the effort, you'd be surprised at all you could do." Standing up from his lotus position, David Wu helps Larry up as well. "Well that's enough for today. Go home and meditate. Hopefully you'll do better tomorrow."
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Meditate my ass. The electronic music blared loudly from the speakers out at the dance floor, but they were now in some VIP Lounge. Larry wasn't sure at what club he was right now. He'd hooked up with a couple of model types early in the evening, Mandy and Candy, and they'd barhopped all night. He could alerady feel the hangover he'd have next day.
They'd been joined by more of the girl's friends, mostly of the female persuasion. Larry was currently doing one of his tricks, although lately he was augmenting them with his newfound talent. "So ladies, each one of you put a personal item into the box, and I'll guess whose it is."
Turning around, he waited for them too finish. Once they yelled they were ready, Larry turned around. Putting his hand into the box, the first object he pulled out was a bra. Closing his eyes for a second, he soon speaks up with a huge grin in his face. "Well Mandy, I think this is yours, although I'm not sure Candy was aware you'd taken her favorite bra. You knoe, the one her old boyfriend gave her..."
