And I Was A Boy From School
Who: Clive OT Kayla (and maybe Gil)
Where: OSI Academy
When: Monday Afternoon (September 28)
Clive sat in the back of the class, thankful for an opportunity to just sit in. He wasn't ready to lead a class on his own, and he learned best by watching. He'd specifically asked to shadow a combat class, since that's what he was intended to focus on. He was familiar with various underhanded techniques, but didn't have a lot of formalized weapons training. So he watched, he took notes, he kept his mind busy to keep from worrying about how effective he was going to be.
He reviewed the file one last time: Kayla McCaine, new transfer from Kansas. Sophomore, currently in training (Special Gym Class) with fellow Potentials under Carver. Big, hard-working family that had uprooted itself (haha) in order to support her ..unique talents. He'd watched her in class, noting how she kept her head down and 'did her own time'. That could be good or bad: She was dedicated but she might not work well in a team setting.
When the class let out, he slipped out the door and drifted along with the crowd. Once outside, leaned against a tree and tried to look casual. He spotted her coming out and made his way over. "Pardon me, Miss McCaine? My name is Clive Williamson. I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes, if you please." He smiled to cover his own nervousness and hoped it put her somewhat at ease.
Where: OSI Academy
When: Monday Afternoon (September 28)
Clive sat in the back of the class, thankful for an opportunity to just sit in. He wasn't ready to lead a class on his own, and he learned best by watching. He'd specifically asked to shadow a combat class, since that's what he was intended to focus on. He was familiar with various underhanded techniques, but didn't have a lot of formalized weapons training. So he watched, he took notes, he kept his mind busy to keep from worrying about how effective he was going to be.
He reviewed the file one last time: Kayla McCaine, new transfer from Kansas. Sophomore, currently in training (Special Gym Class) with fellow Potentials under Carver. Big, hard-working family that had uprooted itself (haha) in order to support her ..unique talents. He'd watched her in class, noting how she kept her head down and 'did her own time'. That could be good or bad: She was dedicated but she might not work well in a team setting.
When the class let out, he slipped out the door and drifted along with the crowd. Once outside, leaned against a tree and tried to look casual. He spotted her coming out and made his way over. "Pardon me, Miss McCaine? My name is Clive Williamson. I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes, if you please." He smiled to cover his own nervousness and hoped it put her somewhat at ease.