Struggling for Control | Reid | Open

[Red]

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Red tied her hair back and looked at her overall appearance. She looked rested, albeit the hint of dark circles under her jade green eyes. It seemed dull with worry and hidden deep within those pools were anxiety. Fear of the unknown. Because that was an apt description to her situation right now. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts. Red turned back from the window and knelt down to check the box of weights she borrowed from Rogue. they only weighed about 5 pounds each but there were six of them, a total of thirty pounds. She steadied herself and concentrated to use her telekinesis to support the extra weight. With a little bit of practice...she was able to use her power a bit proficiently now. Though she was still unable to replicate what she did at Alcatraz, at least she was able to focus enough to do what she wanted in other circumstances. When she got here in the Xavier Institute, she was barely able to levitate a pencil without making it zip across the room. With dedication, practice and the patience of the X-men instructors, she was able to attain a bit of control. After determining that she got the weight of the box in control, she opened the door using her other arm whilst supporting the box and strode out of her room. She wasn't able to multitask as of the moment, she couldn't split her attention between two objects as of yet, the reason why she couldn't just open the door with her powers as well. She knew she had to work on the as well, but right now she had to master control first. She headed towards the Sports complex...not to swim or to play any particular sport...it was the perfect setting for the sort of practice she had in mind. She went down the stairs en route to the garden on the east side of the mansion because it was the fastest way to the complex. When she got in, she was surprised not to see anyone inside. Well not that much, considering the sun just rose and it was still too early to get out of bed. She actually left Rogue sleeping on her bed. The poor girl must've tired herself out again training in the danger room. The thought actually crossed her mind, but she wasn't actually authorized to use it yet and she knew that she was beyond ready. She headed to one of the tables and got the dumbbells one by one and set them on the table. She started focusing on one of the dumbbells, it started to shake from the table then it started to rise up. It went up for about a few inches from the table. That was actually a bit easy, considering she's done this for a few times now. And today, she wanted to actually advance in controlling her powers. She slowly made the weights levitate down on the table and went towards it. She took some sturdy rope from the box she got and tied the two dumbbells. Making sure she tied them tightly together. She couldn't lift two unless it was joined together and technically considered as one object. She stepped back and started to focus, her brows quirking as she concentrated on the object. It took a few seconds longer than the first one but eventually she was able to achieve what she wanted. The combined objects quivered but rose steadily for a few inches. It went on for this for a while and she had it locked down...but her mind started to drift of to her situation. The problem that loomed over her and the memory that evaded her. She was so engrossed with what she was thinking that she didn't notice that the weights have swerved out of the range of the table. It got her attention went it hit a part of the wall which made a sound. She gasped at the sound and lost concentration. The weights spiraled out of control and was about to hit the floor with a loud thud. I hope the professor was here... were her last thoughts as she expected it to fall on the floor with a loud thud. If the professor was here, then her problem with her memory will be solved. Or at least, they would've been able to at least find some answers. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR REID MITCHELL&&OPEN. IT HAS I DUNNO WORDS. BY THE WAY, MY MUSE IS ON FIRE! XD. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE AT CAUTION 2.0. DON'T STEAL. IT'S DOUCHEY.

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[Reid Oliver Mitchell]

The tied dumbbells slowed on their rapid descent before they came to a complete halt three inches from the tiled floor. As if of its own will, they were levitated back up and settled them back into the box on the table; with the rest of the other weights. It was a job well done and a job easily done by Mister Reid Mitchell who was walking across the room; headed for the red-head with a tad too serious of a gaze on his face. Given the early hour, it was not completely odd to see him wearing a pair of sweats, sneakers and no shirt at all…but he did have a towel hanging from his neck and draping down his chest which, along with the rest of his exposed upper half, was now dry. Just fifteen minutes ago, his entire body was glistening with hundreds of beads of sweat but a bit of a walk around the facility cooled him down enough. Aside from the natural-born insomniacs-with-excuses, he was up pretty early that morning, just like the morning before that and the morning before that and the same would hold for the mornings to come. He could not sleep, he was not sleeping properly and it was because his head felt like a two-bedroom studio apartment – too damn cramped! That Professor…the Professor, always popping up everywhere, saying this and that…it was really doing his head in and the only time he could ever find solace was when he worked out. It was a cheap distraction and it worked. He would go for a run every morning from three in the morning to maybe four thirty and hit the gym till whenever…but his routine was broken today. He head someone, he heard the red head.

“Jean…” The Professor whispered from over by the entrance. “Oh Jean.”

Reid shot the old Professor a look, wondering what he was going on about, but when he neared Red, his attention went to her completely. He was a tad fed up with the Professor always popping up whenever their minds stilled into a compatible sync and he was even more irritated with the old man calling out the wrong name whenever Reid and Red were in the same room. Shame that the time he had to slip into senility, they had to be sharing a body, his body mind you, not the Professor’s. The Professor’s was destroyed by the same Jean he kept muttering on about…maybe the red hair reminded the old man of her…seemed logical, irrational, but all the same. “Morning.” Muttered Reid as he, quite nosily, took a look into the box before looking at Red; an eyebrow raised in questioning…but one little peek inside and piecing together all things observed was enough to give him a plausible conclusion. She was working out, but not in the traditional sense but in the mental sense. Movement over by the door called his eyes away but his hardened gaze softened up a bit when he realized that it was just the Professor, turning to walk through the door. Literally, walk through the closed door and disappear off to wherever. Good then, knowing he was in his head was bad enough for Reid to fathom having to live with, but knowing that the dude could just project himself and pop out without warning…maddening, it was just, maddening to think about. At least he was gone though…

“So, what are you doing with these things?” asked Reid as he put his hand into the box and pulled out the tied dumbbells, the cumulative weight forcing him to use a bit more strength; causing the muscle in his right arm to tense and his veins and arteries to press against his pale skin; then to extend the dumbbells out to her. “If you’re going to train with weights, it would help if you don’t drop them,” He added a bit cheekily. “And maybe going one at a time would be better, yeah?” Being a telepath, the invasion of the mind was…heinous, when done without permission, so when it was done, it would be imperative for the culprit to keep quiet about it, especially if he did it with undetected ease. Plus, skirting around the real situation allowed for a bit of conversation till the heart of the matter was reached…and he would never pass up an opportunity to chat with Red.

[Red]

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One of her eyes opened slightly to peak at the absence of clangs and thuds. What she saw though made both her eyes snap open. Looking around to see where the power originated from. She was surprised to see a topless Reid going into the room. And there it was again...the awkward feeling she felt whenever he was around. And it wasn't only towards him...but she felt weird all in all. Truthfully speaking, Reid was hot. Christian was even bold enough to point that out to her. But whenever she had the chance to see him in his nakedness...she always felt weird. Christian always ogled, while she always looked away. It's not because she's a prude or something...she just doesn't know why she felt that way. Reid felt familiar to her and it wasn't how she felt about him. As if it wasn't enough that she was a mutant...she also didn't feel anything for Reid the way any other normal warm blooded teenager should. She looked away, afraid to make eye contact and tried to clear her thoughts for she knew that Reid was also gifted with the ability to read other peoples minds. So to throw him off, she thought off food...bacon and mouthwatering turkey sandwiches. Hoping it worked, Red watched as he used his own version of telekinesis to lift the weights and return them inside the box. "Doesn't it look obvious? I'm practicing." She answered, rolling her eyes. It was a bit insensitive for him to insinuate for her not to drop it when it was clear that she was trying to gain control. But if she knew better, Reid was just toying with her. She didn't know him first hand. But she knew enough to know that Reid was weird that way...some say he was perceptive and seemed to talk and act with all the knowledge of an old man. On the other hand, there were times that he were just like that...and ordinary 18 year old guy. So basically, she was confused...and she didn't really want to sound irked at his remark. "Maybe you could teach me how to do that..." Trying to recover, she asked him without even thinking. Come to think of it, she would definitely learn a lot from Reid. Since they technically shared the same power...his psychokinesis gave him a version of telekinesis. She really needed the help anyway. No one from the senior x-men had telekinesis so she couldn't very well learn from any of them. Too bad Professor Grey wasn't around anymore. From what she heard, she was a good telekinetic...powerful even. But that's the only things she got from the gossip vine. Everything about her seemed to be kept at a hush in the school and newcomers like her have no idea what it was all about. Either way, she was determined to gain control. And right at this moment, Reid offered a much better option than practicing alone. Who knows? The old side of Reid might emerge and might even impart some knowledge. Shrugging, Red went towards the box, took it from Reid and set it on the same place where she left it. Took out the tied weights and tried once more. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR REID MITCHELL&&OPEN. IT HAS I DUNNO WORDS. BY THE WAY, MY MUSE IS ON FIRE! XD. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE AT CAUTION 2.0. DON'T STEAL. IT'S DOUCHEY.

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[Reid Oliver Mitchell]

He smiled. Not to her directly, but he smiled as his eyes returned to the box of dumbbells because it was obvious what she was doing, but it was, you know, cute the way she rolled her eyes and all…and it a damn struggle for him not to even attempt to peer into her thoughts and see what she was thinking or had been thinking…it was almost an unhealthy addiction – wanting to knowing what others were thinking before they spoke it or erased the thought completely, yearning to know what they thought of him personally when they smiled or rolled their eyes or even grimaced or flinched. Not that he was really at all perturbed with how others saw him, he was confident enough to choose to remain happily oblivious and without a care at all, but still…it was almost addictive, but he could stop anytime he wanted. Anytime like now, actually. “Practicing,” repeated Reid, nodding in comprehension as he set the tied weights back into the box. “, okay.” He went on, figuring he ought to either get back to his cardio…or maybe he could head back for his dorm room and just sleep off the morning till his evening class started. Options, just not the options he was rooting for at the moment.

With his arms folded across his chest, he stood there and started to deliberate on the possibility of helping her out. She did ask if he could teach her…but he was not a teacher, not him at least, but the Professor used to teach and help mutants like Red for a living…so maybe he could lend an ear and offer a bit of advice…if he came back. Though they shared a mind, their consciousnesses were still very much individualistic despite fusions in some areas so he could not exactly order him to appear and help out or speak through him or whatever. He bet the old man would have tripped while running out had it been McTaggert who wanted his help…shame, he knew, first hand, that the Professor was one to help another mutant in need without so much as a blink of hesitation. He would do it no matter what, but whatever, if the old man wanted to be a coward then Reid had no issue with letting him sit and stew in his cowardice…

“Your rudeness knows no bounds, I see.” Came the Professor from out of nowhere, then to appear standing beside Red; looking at her with the wariest of glances. “I had hoped that patience would have rubbed off on you.”

“Well…that’s what you get for stuffing yourself into the mind of a juvenile delinquent.” Reid shot back, keeping his eyes on Red as she loved the box from the table, set it on the floor just to remove the two she had tied before. “So, can you help me with this or not?”

“You hardly need my help.” said Charles, now looking at Reid.

“I kinda do actually…between you and me, I’m not the Professor…or a professor for that matter. This is your arena.”

“And as long as you and I are in a state of mental co-existence, my knowledge is yours…Professor Mitchell.” The old man shot Reid a wry smile before he faded.

He looked from the spot where the Professor stood to Red who was having a go at it again. Heaving a sigh, he accepted her request for a bit of coaching. Reid put his eyes on the dumbbells, assumed control over them and pulled them right into the hand he raised just seconds before they would have broken his chest cavity and knocked the wind out of him. “I will help you. Just know that I’m not a teacher, right?” said Reid as he set the weights down on the table. Whipping the towel from around his neck, he tossed it to the floor and walked over to stand right beside her; facing the target with folded arms. Patience… Yeah, he was going to be patient with her. He had the know-how…so here goes. “Your approach is wrong.” He dropped matter-of-factly. “Lifting something heavier and heavier does not automatically give you control. We’re not working a bicep. Basically, you need to work within your means and move forward with constant repetition, get your mind used to the idea of using yours abilities…and do not try to hold yourself back, at the same time, do not try to over-exert.” He walked over to the tied dumbbells, untied them then set them about ten centimetres apart from each other. “Lift…this one. Focus and keep it as steady as you can. Don't over-think it...just do it.” He instructed; indicating the one on his left.

[Red]

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Quirking her eyebrow, Jean let go of the weights as soon as she felt the tug of Reid's power on it. She waited expectantly as the young man came nearer and took off the last piece of clothing that covered his chest. Shrugging at the blatant display, Red's smile crept on her face when he said that he was no professor. "Well, thanks for clearing that up but regrettably...that's exactly how I feel about you..." She didn't really say that out loud, only mumbling to herself actually. "I'll keep that in mind..." instead is what she replied to him. She crossed her own arms on her chest and awaited his instructions. He made sense and what he said was easy enough. "But how do I know I'm getting better if I don't try to overexert myself...?" she asked quizzically. She wasn't challenging his methods, she merely wanted to know the reason behind it. Saying that it wasn't a bicep she was trying to exercise just didn't cut for her. "If you would care to elaborate on it..." she added to let him know that there was no pressure for him to answer. She steadied herself and tried what he asked of her while awaiting his answer. She imagined the dumbbells starting to move...and then levitate on the spot. She imagined it slowly and steadily rising a few feet from where she put it. It was working so far...but she didn't feel any different. She felt the same way she did when she was practicing. Shaking her head, Red turned her attention back to Reid "This is pointless...I clearly don't know what I'm doing I mean how am I supposed to advance if I'm doing the same thing on that-" Her words cut off because upon glancing back on the object...it still floated and never fell on the ground. "Are you doing that?" she asked...but a smile was already forming in her lips. She could still feel her grasp on the object, so she knew it was definitely her. Before, if ever her attention got diverted, she always lost her connection with the object. But now, it seemed that she could divert her attention without cutting the link. She knew that she was a quick study...but she didn't know she was "this" fast. LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR REID MITCHELL&&OPEN. IT HAS I DUNNO WORDS. BY THE WAY, A BIT SHORT, SORRY!. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE AT CAUTION 2.0. DON'T STEAL. IT'S DOUCHEY.

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[Reid Oliver Mitchell]

Reid had no intention of responding to her prematurely, not until she had at least tried to make the weight move. Sure he could have elaborated, but he did not want to, not yet…and it was not his call exactly, the Professor had asked him to refrain from pushing too much instruction onto her so early and to allow her the chance to try it, once, on her own to see if she would be successful. Her success would determine the course of her instruction and to be honest, Reid really was unsure if he was the best qualified person despite the intellect and the know-how that he had acquired a couple months back. Still, the Professor felt he could handle it…and Red wanted his help, and for her…he was maybe more than willing. To help out, of course. So rather than elaborate as she wanted, he stood there with his arms folded; looking at her with raised eyebrows as he patiently yet tentatively waited for her to have a proper crack at it. And then he saw something: results. Not only had the dumbbell been levitated, she was successful in keeping it steady and it was something to smile about, he was definitely smiling as he glanced from the dumbbell to Red.

“Glad to say that I am not responsible…this is all you.” said Reid, noting that Red was just as happy about her accomplishment as he was for her. “Let me tell you something…elaborate, as you asked…sure, it may matter how much you can lift, but that would not count for anything if you are unable to maintain and manipulate the height of your heaviest lift and the only way you can develop the skill to properly and safe maintain lifting objects heavier and heavier for longer and longer, is to develop control,” Almost sounds like Charles was speaking through him, even if the Professor was actually standing beside Red with an impressed look on his face as he nodded in approval. “, and the only way you can develop control is to develop familiarity and that is what you are doing, that is what you have to do. Repeat and repeat and eventually, work on something heavier. One day soon, it will not matter how large and how heavy the object may be…you can and will lift it.” He nodded, his way of coming to grips with the fact that he was doing something he hadn’t been authorized to do…at one point in his personal history, Reid would not have cared about that at all, but being “one” with the Professor did tend to change a person.

He sighed heavily and kept his gaze on her, watching her as she kept it up while a thought popped into her head…it was a thought that caused the Professor to look at him with alarm, like he had been caught with his pants down while doing something incriminating, and the old man was blushing! But read felt differently about the thought…if he could, he would entertain it and edge it on without hesitation. He was thinking how beautiful she looked right now. So happy and so focussed. If only this was a movie, where he could be that type of mentor who would stand behind his student and guide her in a hands-on manner that would lead to an intense, physical interaction that- The Professor shot him a glance, and Reid knew that he needed to stop it there because he knew what the old man was thinking…it was making the Professor uncomfortable and Reid was not so insensitive that he would go on with it. Respectfully, he apologized, telepathically of course and returned his attention to Red. “Right, think you’ve got the hang of it…not to split your focus and maintain the same result.” Reid tapped the other dumbbell and smirked at her.

“Lift this one. Keep the other levitated. Keep them both steady…then revolve them around me, keeping them polar to each other. Up for that?”