2010-04-19: Conflicts


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Summary: Kenta approaches Tara with some concerns, might not have been the best of plans.

Date: April 19, 2010

Log Title Conflicts

Rating: April 19, 2010

Xavier Mansion - Gymnasium

This big room with wooden floors is build with powered students in mind; the entire room is power proof. Blast the walls all you like, they are not breaking. The gym can either be one large room and it also has dividers to make it two smaller gyms. This large Gym has basketball nets, equipment to set up equipment badminton, volleyball, hockey, soccer, gymnastics, fencing, and everyone's favorite, dodge ball.

If anybody ever wants to find Tara, the best place to look would be the Gymnasium. While she's no longer on the Gym team (not that Xavier's really has one) she's had years and years and years of habit of practicing and working out almost on a daily basis. Today is no exception. She's got the uneven bars set up, her best event, and she's going through several routines that would make most high school gynmists look like they were just trying to get the swing to flip over the rail.

Wanting to just have a chat, one on one, with Tara, Kenta's found out she's down in the gym and has headed down there. He's dressed in a sleeveless CBGB's t-shirt and a pair of jeans as he walks in. He watches her perform and doesn't say anything, he wants to just observe and wait for the right moment to interrupt and address Tara.

It's a fairly short routine, all things considered, only two minutes in length. It ends with an impressive series of blackflips and twists, and she lands…. almost perfectly. She wobbles a bit, trying to keep her balance so she doesn't have to take a step, but eventually she does, or else she she'd fall flat on her face. "Damn," she mutters to herself before turning to the visitor. "Hi, there!"

Taking a few steps forward, Kenta nods. "Hey Tara. Hope I'm not interrupting anything, I was wondering if you had a moment to chat. And no, you're not in trouble for anything." Kenta quickly reassures her as he wants to get a better understanding of Tara and maybe chip away just a bit at her stubborn exterior. "I gotta say, you're pretty damn good at that flipping around stuff."

"I better be," says Tara with a grin, dusting chalk off her hands off as she unstraps her grips. "I've been doing them since I was eight." She makes her way to a nearby bench where a towel and her duffel bag lay. She sits down on the bench and begins to wipe of some of the sweat from her brow. "Naw. You're not interrupting me. It's time for a break anyway."

Kenta walks over and sits down next to her on the bench. "I just wanted to figure out a few things about you Tara. And what you wanted out of your teammates and the Paragons." Kenta says as he watches her for a bit, impressed with how well she handles herself without her vision.

Tara turns to face Kenta so he can see her quizzical look. "Figure out a few things about me?" she asks. With a shrug she continues, "I dunno. The only thing that ever really bothered me was to be offhandedly dismissed as a liability." She doesn't say /who/ dismissed her but considering her history here it should be pretty obvious. "I just want… I dunno… respect. I keep having to prove myself over and over and over again to everybody, but all anybody ever thinks of me is either a liability or a serial killer in the making."

"Well believe me, you're not a liability, take it from someone who also has vision issues." Kenta says with a grin. "I'm fine when I have my powers but I lived for a few years with limited access to mine. Though Tara, to be honest, I don't think you have to push so hard to prove yourself. Sometimes it comes off as over bearing and you get quite defensive about it. I don't think you should prove anything to anyone but yourself Tara. If you know you can do it, do it and be satisfied with what you can do."

Tara scowls at Kenta, and gives him a snort. "If I don't prove myself, then people will just walk all over me, or just write me off." From the bitter tone of her voice, it's clear that she's talking from experience.

"And if you continue to be stubborn and forceful about proving yourself to people they're going to write you off for different reasons Tara. Trust me." Kenta says reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder. "I can tell you're bitter from what might have happened before you got here but it seems like you're so anxious to prove yourself you're over doing it. You're no slouch Tara, I just saw that."

Tara folds her arms and sets her jaw. "So you're telling me that I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. Yeah, I already feel that way." She shrugs again. "I mean, like I said: Everything I say to some people just gets taken the wrong way. They're just convinced that one night I'm going to sneak out and just murder somebody and everything I do just does nothing but reinforce that."

"That's life." Kenta says in a nonchalant kind of way. "I don't think you're gonna snap and kill anyone Tara, I'm just afraid that you're going to try too hard and intimate people. You've got a strong personality, not that it's a bad thing, but sometimes you just have take a deep breath and realize that it's not worth proving yourself when you and others are getting annoyed."

Tara scowls at the floor, having no idea how to respond to that. "Yeah, whatever," she says in a quiet, unconvinced tone of voice. "I don't know why I care what people here think of me. In my other schools, I just did whatever and things worked out okay."

Kenta reaches out and squeezes Tara's shoulder. "Yeah whatever yourself." He says teasing here. "Because we all want friends Tara. We all want to be liked. There's nothing wrong with that. Maybe should just try 'whatever' here without trying too hard. Also though Tara, I have a really odd request for you."

Tara turns her head to face Kenta, looking puzzled. "Yeah, what?"

"Can you teach me braille? I don't know how to read it and I figured it'd be a good idea. Just cause, without my powers, I'm blind." Kenta asks a bit timidly, hoping that she'll be up for it.

Tara blinks a bit at the request, and bites her lower lip. "I should teach a class," she mutters to herself, amused. "Sure. I know how it is. I mean, I'm still blind /with/ my powers, but it least keeps me from running into everything."

Kenta stands up and puts a hand on Tara's shoulder. "Sorry if I seem like an ass but I don't think you're a bad kid Tara. I just think you need to lighten up sometimes and just…I dunno. But I'll see ya soon at practice. I just want to make sure that my team is okay in and out of practice. If you ever need anything though, I'm all ears."

Tara shrugs and gets back to her feet, slipping the gymnastics grips back on. "Yeah. They're all okay, for the most part," she says. Save for one. But she doesn't say that out loud. "I'll see you in practice."

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