Samnell
Explorer
Fifteen minutes. Stupid idea. Mark spend two of it getting to his new room, but once inside realized he had no intention of going to Bangkok in his school uniform. Not after McCallister went and specifically said they had uniforms on the aerodyne. He hurriedly walked down to the garage and fished his out of the locker with his name on it.
Holding up the seemingly too small bodysuit, Mark smiled to himself. Could probably get this on in about a twentieth of a second. He experimentally stretched the fabric. Well it wouldn't tear. Mark tossed the uniform into the air and his hands blurred as he reached for his collar, but stopped abruptly and reversed course and caught the uniform with his left hand before it could fall more than a quarter- a centimeter. Using metric now. Remembering the sight of a neat row of buttons embedded into his wall Mark took the uniform back to his new room to change.
With five minutes down, Mark peeled off his clothes and donned his Legacy uniform. He looked at his swimsuit, sitting where he'd laid it out on his bed for the swim he desperately needed maybe an hour ago. Mark didn't know when he stopped needing a swim, but he felt no urge to go anymore. Donning his shades, he looked himself over in the mirror. Looking good. In charge, even.
Mark turned to leave for the aerodyne again and just made it out his door when he realized he might be in Bangkok for more than just a day. I could just wear the uniform- Bad idea. Mark sighed and went back into his room to hurriedly pack.
Swimsuit. Swimsuit. Black and red jersey. White and blue jersey. Running shorts. Mark looked up and realized except for school uniforms he didn't have anything besides his dance clothes and stuff for sports except for the rather grimey and torn pants and too-small t-shirt he'd come to the school in. Sighing again, he threw in two days of school uniforms and tossed his tank top on top. Ok. Set.
Mark took up his bag, threw in a toothbrush, and made for the aerodyne with four minutes to go and feeling very satisfied with his ability to pack most of the contents of his bag in the time between throwing his bag at the ceiling and it hitting the floor. Smiling, he took his time walking to the aerodyne and found most of the others already in place.
"What conquests?" Mark asked, smiling, as he walked into the conversation.
"Yoshi, glad you made it," he clapped his friend on the shoulder.
Holding up the seemingly too small bodysuit, Mark smiled to himself. Could probably get this on in about a twentieth of a second. He experimentally stretched the fabric. Well it wouldn't tear. Mark tossed the uniform into the air and his hands blurred as he reached for his collar, but stopped abruptly and reversed course and caught the uniform with his left hand before it could fall more than a quarter- a centimeter. Using metric now. Remembering the sight of a neat row of buttons embedded into his wall Mark took the uniform back to his new room to change.
With five minutes down, Mark peeled off his clothes and donned his Legacy uniform. He looked at his swimsuit, sitting where he'd laid it out on his bed for the swim he desperately needed maybe an hour ago. Mark didn't know when he stopped needing a swim, but he felt no urge to go anymore. Donning his shades, he looked himself over in the mirror. Looking good. In charge, even.
Mark turned to leave for the aerodyne again and just made it out his door when he realized he might be in Bangkok for more than just a day. I could just wear the uniform- Bad idea. Mark sighed and went back into his room to hurriedly pack.
Swimsuit. Swimsuit. Black and red jersey. White and blue jersey. Running shorts. Mark looked up and realized except for school uniforms he didn't have anything besides his dance clothes and stuff for sports except for the rather grimey and torn pants and too-small t-shirt he'd come to the school in. Sighing again, he threw in two days of school uniforms and tossed his tank top on top. Ok. Set.
Mark took up his bag, threw in a toothbrush, and made for the aerodyne with four minutes to go and feeling very satisfied with his ability to pack most of the contents of his bag in the time between throwing his bag at the ceiling and it hitting the floor. Smiling, he took his time walking to the aerodyne and found most of the others already in place.
Agamon said:Anika's face starts turning red, whether from embarrassment or anger is not quite clear. "Hey, you guys want to talk about your conquests, can you save it for the locker room? Thanks." she says, punctuating the last word.
"What conquests?" Mark asked, smiling, as he walked into the conversation.
"Yoshi, glad you made it," he clapped his friend on the shoulder.