Real Athletes Wear Leos

[Antione Hoefflin]

Ant loved early mornings, but he put that down to the fact that he'd lived in a gym since he could walk. Walking into the gymnastics studio, he hit the switch and turned all the lights on, a smile curving his lips as he looked around. Even now, it was still like coming home. Even without the competitions, this is where he belonged, which he guessed is why he coached - that old adage, those who can't do, teach.

Walking into his office, he collected his clipboard and put the lanyard that his whistle was on around his neck. His voice was enough to silence the room when he needed to, but the whistle was good for emergencies. Leaving the office, he nodded to the gymnasts who had already arrived and were warming up. Leaving them to their own thing for another ten minutes, he clapped his hands to draw attention to him. "Good morning." He greeted. "Paquet, you can work on floor. Skoglund, the vault. Beaumont and Kitchi, you're both on the beams." He arched his eyebrows, waiting for any complaints; not that he was expecting any, and walked over to stand by the vault tables.

Bridgette Iris Beaumont
Cara-Jean Kitchi
Fionn Paquet
Ingrid Skoglund

[Cara-Jean Kitchi]

There was something wonderful about the feeling of the early morning air. After showering and dressing into her gymnastics uniform with the tracksuit over the top, she hurried down to the barn and took care of her two ponies, she'd come and turn them out when practice was finished and before she had to head to class.

Carrying her backpack, she walked into the studio. Leaving pack, tracksuit and shoes on one of the benches by the wall, she walked over to the mat and began to warm up, easily sliding into the splits as she stretched her arms above her head.

She listened as they were assigned an area and as much as she wanted to work on the bars, she stood up and walked over to the beam, already working through a routine in her head. Walking to the middle of the beam, she placed her hands on it, shoulder-width apart, and pressed down onto the beam, lifting herself into the air and into a handstand, then did a full turn to lower into a planche.

[Fionn Paquet]

Finn was undecided about whether he liked or disliked the early mornings that came with gymnastics, but it didn't stop him from jumping out of bed and hurrying through his morning chores and hurried to the gym and into the studio. He knew that he shouldn't be surprised that Cara was there first, but he had hoped to have beaten her down that morning. "Coach."He greeted before he went through his warm-up routine.

A mischievous smile flickered over his face as they were given their assignments and jumping to his feet, he headed to his bag for his MP3 player and then sauntered over to the floor exercise area. He wiggled his eyebrows as he plugged the device into the stereo and as it started to count down from five, he walked to the left edge of the mat, a stride away from the white line, and went into a camel pose and waited for the music to start. Yes, he knew that he was probably playing with fire, but what was the point of all this practice if he couldn't have fun?

[Bridgette Iris Beaumont]

Iris yawned, but she made sure to do it before she opened the door to the gym. She'd gone and checked on Six just before heading to practice and found him fine, to her relief. That meant she could head back to her room and change, and still be there on time. She had changed into her uniform with a comfy tracksuit over that. She found the coach and two other students there first. Her face turned red and she tried not to make eye contact as she walked to a bench and removed her shoes and tracksuit. Hesitantly, she joined her fellows on the mat to warm up.

She nearly jumped when the coach clapped his hands, but she tried to keep a pokerface when he shouted his instructions. The beam. She could do the beam.

Feeling like being graceful, she approached the beam and jumped on with her arms bent into a chest stand, lifting her legs up gracefully with ever-pointed toes. She picked herself up and moved into a forward walkover.