Drawn to Heroes {open}

[Ichiro Yoshi]

Working out felt right. Good, even. just stretching the muscle and putting them through the paces. Hiro wasn't sure that what he was doing now, meaning using a stationary bike, was what he usually did. In fact, he was pretty certain that it wasn't quite a match; he seemed to recall a lot of sparring and dodging a giant stick. Still, it wasn't like he could just wander up to someone and ask to fight with them. Maybe after he'd been here a while, gotten to know a few people. That was assuming he actually ended up somehow meeting someone, which he doubted. For now though, he was enjoying the simple workout.

Though it did feel weird not having his weapons. They'd made him check the weapons at the door, insisting that the gym didn't allow any real weapons. If he wanted to train with swords, he'd have to use the ones provided by the gym. As this made perfect sense, Hiro hadn't argued. still, he missed the reassuring weight on his back. He kept reaching back, as though he could just touch them if he moved. He was doing so now, when he heard...something.

He looked up at the television in front of him. He'd turned it on mostly for white noise but now... now it played something. There were guys standing on what appeared to be the deck of a ship, and there was this one guy... he must be their leader...

"Don't worry men. There's always a way out if you just stay calm and use your head," the guy on the screen said. Yet he wasn't the only one who said it: Hiro found the words coming out of his mouth at the same time. shaking his head, he went back to cycling. However, as he did, he heard more familiar words... and they were coming from next to him. Puzzled, Hiro looked up. sure enough, there was a screen hovering over the person next  to him, and on it was the same program.

"Pull yourself together man," Hiro said in time yet again. He squeezed his bike pedal, resisting the urge to follow up the slap. Turning, he looked to the person working out next to him, the person watching the same show. "Excuse me, but, uh, do you... like that show?"

Horrible, but if the show was a key to his past...

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Right at the start of the day, Mako knew that he should probably go find a gym in the city to train at. He was starting to go crazy, cooped up in a small room at a house. Normally, in his free time, he'd go down to the Pro-bender Arena from the attic that he shared with his brother, Bolin. He, Bolin, and sometimes their other team mate from the Fire Ferrets, Hasook would train for their matches. But since Mako hss been shifted, he has not seeing a place where he could train anywhere. All morning, he has been searching the city some more, but has found nothing for his efforts. Until someone finally informed him of a gym at the school here. Thanking the man, Mako quickly found the school that his informant has told him about.

He expertly slipped into the school, thankful that he looked a little bit younger than his actual age of eighteen. Thankfully, he could easily be mistaken as a student that hasn't found his way around the school yet. Mako grabbed a black backpack with 'Jansport' on the front of it that looked like it was abandoned by its owner. After he surprisingly found a little map of the school quite quickly, he finally started to make his way towards the school gym.

As his final destination came into Mako's line of sight, he grinned, feeling like there was a weight being lifted off of him. The pro-bender knew that he still had to keep on training, even in this strange place, so that he can still keep up with Bolin and Hasook once he returned back home to Republic City. If, he ever did, which Mako really hoped. He felt very relieved as he pushed his way through the double doors of the gym, looking at all of the gym equipment that will help him to stay in shape.

Mako dropped the stolen backpack on the floor by the wall before heading over to a machine that kind of looked like a bike with only one well on the front that probably wouldn't move if someone got on it. He shrugged, not that surprised that the people in black here would put something strange like that. Not a minute after Mako arrived at the bike, he saw a young guy that kind of reminded him of his brother get on one of the strange looking bikes. He saw him get on and start pedaling. So, Mako was in fact right about his asumption.

As he got on the bike next to the newcomer, he noticed black boxes in front of the bikes that kind of looked like a radio, except the big difference was is that there are moving pictures on a screen showing what's happening. Mako stared at it as a bunch of fake-looking turtles -not a turtle seal, just a turtle?- with bandanas on their heads appeared on the screen. As the one with the blue began to talk, his mouth opened in surprise. He snapped out of trance when he heard the guy next to him ask him something. He stupidly closed his mouth before looking over at him.

"Er, this?" Mako said, pointing at the box in front of him. He shook his head, confessing, "I don't even know what this exactly is."

[Ichiro Yoshi]

[err, he's actually talking about Space Heroes, which is the program I described in my post and all. we're not actually able to see the shows our canons come from.]

"oh," Hiro managed, turning back to look at the screen. The various uniformed people were now talking to one another, and there seemed to be a few aliens among them. One seemed to be the doctor or something? Hiro's mind provided names and such for each character. "It's funny; I can't remember my name or where I came from, but I remember that," he nodded to the screen, "perfectly."

He took another deep breath, adjusting himself on the seat of the bike. He hadn't stopped pedaling throughout the brief exchange, though he had certainly slowed from his max speed. Though he moved into a position that better let him get to the pedals and work them, Hiro still found his eyes drifting toward the screens every few moments. Weird...

"So, like, is that just the channel it's turned to...?" Hiro tried, looking over. It just felt like such a weird coincidence, and it wasn't like the other guy had given him a lot to work with.