5 oclock in the morning...(Open!)

101...102...103...104...

Dreamers muscles screamed for him to quit as he pressed himself to the floor and then back up, performing perfect pushups. He was drastically slowing though, his biceps reaching their limit. Alone, Dreamer counted the pushups aloud.

105...106...107...

Three more, he just needed to even it out, "Three more",he chanted.

108.......109.........110

Dreamer dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes discovering the meaning of gravity from the top of a skyscraper. He openly breathed heavily, laying on the floor for a good five minutes before rising to dusk himself off. His arms ached, but that was the point.

At five in the morning, Dreamer was utilizing his newest discovery of the school grounds. Most of the equipment was self explanatory, although he hadn't spent enough time to look over it all. Dreamer moved to where he had brought his water jug, something he had seen another student use days before, and dumped a good portion on his head to cool himself off before taking a gulp.

His hair fell in front of his face, so Dreamer was forced to tie it behind his head with a band. With his shirt off, previously removed due to his inconvenience, Dreamer only his bare necessities. Shorts and underwear, he would wear less, but the school had an odd policy on keeping at least that much on.

Moving to wear the jump ropes were kept, Dreamer grabbed one with glee. Dreamer had determined the jump rope to be the best tool in the whole gym. It was a simply invention, but it was so much fun. Dreamer began jumping with a smile, counting out each jump in his head.

1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8-

Someone entered the Gym, he was no longer alone

Miller hadn’t been to the gym for a work out in a long time considering that he thought he would have done more training with Alex by now. After his experience down by the docks he believed that he needed to put more time into exercising his right arm because of it being so weak compared to his left bladed arm.

When he entered the gym he noticed another boy was in use of the facility, this annoyed him a bit because he was not expecting there to be someone else here at such an early time. Miller preferred to keep to the dark due to his eyes being sensitive to light, which is why he is up at this time. He decided to leave the lights in the gym on for the other person’s convenience, once again he would have to endure it.

He looked at the other boy in curiosity of what he was doing, but kept silent as he walked further into the gym and closed the door behind him. He still wore the same clothes as he always did, the dirty green t-shirt that had one clearly visible blood stain on his right arm sleeve and a less visible one on the stomach. His black jeans weren’t doing much better they were so worn out they almost looked gray and had bits of dirt hanging off of them.

He directed his walk toward the weights which were not far off from where Dreamer was. He hoped that he wasn’t scaring him considering he has been staring at him with his cold black eyes as soon as he came in and continued to move to his general direction. Added to that he doesn’t look like the friendliest person in the world.

Dreamer was so intent on paying attention to his activity the he didn't notice the student enter the room at first, so he continued with his jumping rope. Sweat began to run down his face, burning his eyes and bringing a salty taste to Dreamer's mouth. Still, he smiled through it all.

".31.32.33.34.35..."

Dreamer heard footsteps and moved his head, alarmed, to look at the new arrival. Dreamer jumped back with a yelp as he was greeted with a precise that was, not necessarily scary, but surprised him in the early morning. The rope smacked Dreamer in the back of his legs, threatening to trip him. He was able to stumble and regain his balance, leaning over on his knees, catching his breath.

When Dreamer raised his face to look back at the guy, he was smiling. "You surprised me!", Dreamer said, his tone filled with a sense of humor.
When

Dreamer’s initial reaction to Miller sort of frightened him as well because of the fact he wasn’t sure what was going on. He jumped back a bit and watched for Dreamer’s next move, but then he explained himself so he let his guard down. “Oh, my apologies then, I was just making my way over to the...” he pointed toward the dumbbells, but he couldn’t figure out what they were called no matter how hard he thought. “... Those things” he continued.

He looked over at the dumbbells then back over to the other boy and decided not to go over to the weights just yet because it would be a bit rude. He lifted his blade arm to be across his chest and held it in place with his right arm on his elbow. He gazed upon what the other guy was holding and kept an eye on it for the fact it could be a potential weapon.

“what are you doing here at this time anyway?” he asked out of curiosity.

what are you doing here at this time anyway?

If Dreamer felt threatened at all by the boy's appearance, he didn't show it. He had seen the blood stain on the boy's shirt, and the dirty pants, coupled with the blade for an arm, may have indicated a rather gruesome fight recently. That, or the boy had cut himself rather bad when shaving. Both ideas were equally likely at Foresta Academy.

Dreamer lifted his jump rope, happily, and watched as it swayed a little with the slight movement. "Working-out", Dreamer said, using the term he had heard from the same student who gave him the water jug idea. Dreamer was rather enjoying himself with his "Work-out", it was alot of fun.

"What about you?" Dreamer asked curiously.

Miller listened for the other boy’s answer and when he got it he was given a question to answer as well. He still watched Dreamer’s movement, he didn’t view him as much of a threat, but his paranoia saw otherwise. “Not exactly the kind of term I would use, but otherwise we’re both here for the same reason then” he answered.

“Light isn’t something I thoroughly enjoy, so I usually do things around this time of night”. Speaking of which the beams of light coming from the Gym’s ceiling started to irritate his enlarged eye pupils. He dropped his bladed left arm and let it hang at his side while he placed his straightened right hand above his eyes to block the light.

It was at this moment that Miller noticed what the other guy was wearing. “I wasn’t aware that clothing was optional at this place” he commented based on the lack of clothing Dreamer was wearing.

Soft padding echoed slightly in the gym as a figure walked towards the gymnastic balance beam, a soft silver aura emanating from it to create a silhouette of a female figure but nothing to actually identify her as she bent sown gracefully to set down a bag and took out a water bottle before a rustle of fabric was heard with a slide of two fabrics sliding against each other as something was taken off.

After a few beats, a push-off the mat was heard before the slight slap of feet onto the padded beam. the figure still clad in almost impenetrable darkness save her silver aura. Due to the increase of her height, it was clear to see that was wearing a leotard of a pale colour and had quite a pale complexion, all else was too dimmed to see or make out.

“I wasn’t aware that clothing was optional at this place”

Dreamer's smile turned into a frown, a pout you could say, as he said, "It isn't...shirt and shoes they say!..." Dreamer's face shifted into a smile again, "...yet they aren't here are they?". Dreamer laughed.

Dreamer heard the smack of a door and looked around to see a light on the edge of the room. Dreamer cocked his head and motioned for miller to look where he was now pointing. Curious, Dreamer approached the woman, whom he didn't know was a woman yet. He soon found out though, as he approached, the glowing girl lifted herself on a beam.

Dreamer's face grew red, but he stayed quiet as he watched. The girl was wearing a thin leotard, Dreamer wasn't good around girls, especially those with thin half pieces of clothing.

From the corner of Miller’s eye he saw the blinding bright light originating from the Gym’s entrance door. He knew by the sound of the door closing that someone else had entered the room, there was only one person Miller knew that could naturally generate light like that. For what reason Rosemary would be doing here at this time, he had no idea. He moved his hand from his forehead to the side of his head in attempt to shield his eyes from the woman’s light.

His entire idea of coming here at this time was to avoid the light and people, turns out he failed to do both. He saw Dreamer pointing in the direction of where he assumed the glowing person was, but he decided not to look so he didn’t blind himself. He forced his eyes shut for a short amount of time to feed them the darkness they craved, when he opened them back up the other boy had left.

Out of confusion of where he went Miller turned toward the area to which he wandered off to, which was toward the girl. Naturally he followed after him. Why exactly he had a sudden interest in the glowing person he assumed was Rose was beyond him. Upon a closer look at her he still couldn’t identify her completely. He looked at Dreamer noticing something was odd about him at the moment “is there something wrong?”

Slowly, the light dimmed which revealed Rosemary as she began her sequence by lifting her left leg into a vertical split, her arms perpendicular to her legs before she slowly transitioned into a hand stand and changed into a horizontal split. Then powerfully pushing off into a back-flip before landing onto her right foot, using her left leg as a balance, which seemed to be the main point as she slowly built up the strength in her left leg back to how it was before the incident with Alex, she knew that soon she would have to stop doing Gymnastics because of the recurring injury in her left leg so she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could.

She loved doing Gymnastics in the Moonlight because she usually never had an audience, in this case she was oblivious to the guys as her eyes were mostly half-shut, giving her an ethereal and peaceful look as she began to spin on the spot, slowly at first but then slowly getting faster with barely noticeable changes in her legs and feet to add the swing and extra propulsion.