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[McKayla Liz Gilbert]

McKayla stood and waited as the coach instructed. She watched tentatively as he grabbed an ice pack, hand towel and ankle support for the girl on the team that fell. She bit her lip slightly as the coach helped her. She felt bad for her and knows how it feels when you hurt your ankle in gymnastics. That's why she always tries hard to not hurt herself so she can keep doing what she loves.

As the coach took care of the gymnasts she watched the others do each apparatus. She was tempted practice on her least strongest apparatus, the balance beam. Yet she still wanted to practice her other apparatus, not just that certain one. She then turned her head back to the coach as he walked back over towards her.

She followed him to his office as he opened a large cupboard that lined one wall and revealed a large number of leotards. Her eyes widened at all the different kinds of leotards. She couldn't believe it! She nodded in thank you towards the coach and went through each leotard to see what might go with her perspective. After a while, she finally found the one she surely thinks she likes. She ran her hand through the blue and black leotard, with a small silver design. It wasn't too much, it was simple and pretty attractive to Kayla's perspective. She grinned as she decided to pick the certain leotard.

She carefully closed the large cupboard and made sure none of the leotards were out of place, besides where it's supposed to be. She walked out and decided that she might as well join the gymnasts for practice. Maybe just for a little while, just to get her temptation out. She walked over to where the coach was. "Thank you for the leotard, sir. May I change into it and join your gymnasts for a while?" She asked in her normal voice.

[Antione Hoefflin]

Antione left Alia to tend to her own ankle, trusting that she would remain for the ten minutes he had asked her to ice it for. He knew that he pushed them, but he also respected them enough to manage their own time.

After he had showed the new girl... MaKayla was her name, to the leotard cupboard, he went to supervise the training of Sam and Cara. "Lawrence! Use the low beam if you want to try a new mount. There's a less likely chance of you slipping and snapping your neck and I don't like blood on the mats." Well, in all honesty, that was only half of the reason; the low beam also helped them feel more secure about what they were doing when they were working on a beam that was five inches off the ground rather than four feet.

He turned his gaze to Cara who was working on the other high beam. "Kitchi! Your movements are beginning to look robotic!" He yelled. "I want to see grace and beauty." The girl massaging her shoulder didn't slip passed him though and he frowned in concern, but before he could say anything the voice of McKayla reached his ears.

He turned to look at the new girl and noted the 'tard that she had picked. "Sure you can." He replied. "Just don't get in the way of my girls, they are in training." He didn't know, nor did he care, about what other people thought of him referring to the gymnasts as his girls.

His eyes watched as Alia walked back toward the uneven bars and he narrowed them as he watched her on the springboard, she was obviously still in pain. "Watch yourself, Williams! You can't compete on a broken ankle, and that's what you're heading to do." He watched her routine and shook his head when her leg gave out on her after the dismount. "Silly girl." He muttered as he jogged over to her side. "Are you trying to kill yourself? Or is your plan to get me fired?"

[Samantha 'Sam' Lawrence]

Sam craned her neck in the direction of the coach. She couldn’t help but grin lightly when he said he didn’t like blood on the mats. In compliance to the man’s orders, she went to the lower beam to retry the mount. Her eyes glued to the beam, as she began a handstand. Slowly she allowed her hands to take small steps in the circles she had planned for each one to follow. The muscles in her arms pleaded for her to let them rest, but she kept going, finishing the pirouette. Her feet met with the beam, immediately followed by a single handed back handspring. Her hand landed slightly off of the beam, nearly making screw up the move, and sending searing pain through her hand to her shoulder.

She spent a minute flexing her hand, releasing the tension in it while Coach tended to Alia after she fell. ”Let’s not do that again.” Her blue eyes glanced around the room, landing on an unused vault. She was hell-bent on bouncing around, not sticking to one thing for some odd reason. After muttering a few words of encouragement to herself she made her way over to the chalk by the vault. She coated her hands in the chalk, and rolled her shoulders as she walked to the beginning of the mats.

Sam exhaled deeply and charged forward at the springboard, performing a front handspring twist, leading into a 2 ½ Yurchenko. Her legs hit the mat abruptly, bending her knee’s, nearly hitting the mat. She cursed to herself, louder than she planned, and strode back over to the beginning of the mats. After dipping her hands in the chalk for a third time, she hurtled herself at the springboard once more, repeating the steps, but gaining more height. This time she had given herself time to prepare for the landing, and she barely needed to straighten her knee’s the second time around. ”Much, much better.” Pride won her over, and she grinned as she walked over to the beginning of the mats, letting herself rest.


OoC: Sorry it took so long, and it's a very pathetic attempt.