Heather
The light clomping of bootfalls could be heard throughout the hall as Vizhkir made his way to his room. He looked tired and was covered sweat. His body ached, each additional step seemed to pain him more. Today was leg day, he ran 2 and a half miles and did various other leg exercises. He stopped for a moment to rest
Betty
*Corvus walked down the hallway of the dorms silently. His posture would be slightly slumped, and the dark bags under his eyes seemed to showcase how exhausted he felt. The last couple of days had been tiring with adjusting to the new environment, and he still found it difficult to get used to. His attire would consist of a dark grey coat with black pants, and underneath the coat would be his black undershirt. He wore this outfit consistently, although, he did have other clothing alternatives. His facial expression would show a tired grin, with the corners of his eyes squinting slightly.*

*He whistled to himself, which the tune itself sounded familiar but unpeaceable. It sounded like the theme to a circus park, which, the song itself would be quite old. He stopped whistling mid-tune as he turned one of the many corners, and found himself looking at the slightly-taller and muscularly-built man before him. He raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious about the boy who seemed to be in mild physical pain and sweating. He spoke, his voice light in tone and soft on the ears. It had a distinct American accent with it.*

"Oh, why hello there!" 

*After speaking, Corvus crossed his arms and examined the appearance of the boy once more. It'd be interesting, and he'd be curious as to the others who were here. He hadn't gotten to speak to the others here just yet, and it'd be a new experience for him. Hopefully, they aren't an angry brute. His expression changed mildly as he realized what his thoughts had drifted to, and the blank expression on his face would be evident that he zoned off in mere moments.*
Heather
A whistle caught the ears of the Russian. He looked around to find it's origin only to be met with nothing at first. Then a shorter, more tired looking boy cross his eyes. Vizhkir took in his appearance, noting details and posture so as to build a mental profile of the boy. 

Vizhkir was dressed in a pair of plain, faded black gym shorts, running shoes and a Red Telnayashka shirt with a Spetsnaz coat of arms over the right breast. 

"Hello" 

His voice was deep, and held a thick accent of an obvious Eastern Eroupean citizen. He stood up from the wall, folding his arms behind his back. 

"You are new, no?" 

He hadn't seen this particular boy around, not that he had very many interactions with fellow prisoners as he took his classes online. But he felt like he would have noticed this one in particular. He seemed to have a plainly unique style to him.
Betty
*Corvus' right eyebrow raised, which his amber-shaded eye would take in the view of the boy better. His eyes were different colors, with his right eye being almost golden amber, and his left eye was light grey. His décor lacked logos, although, it remained fashionable. His facial expression remained friendly, as he didnt have a reason to dislike the taller, stronger, sweating man. He extended his right hand, which had a few long scars upon the back of it. His skin tone would be white, as he didnt seem to go outside too often. His black hair gently rested on his face, and it seemed to have some gel in it to keep it out of his eyes. He knew that the boy was Eastern European, and made a simple guess that he was Russian or Ukrainian. With how he stood, he wasn't certain that he would get his hand shook but held it out anyway. He responded, his voice still the same light tone.*

"I'm new, yes. How long have you been here?"

*He didnt feel like asking too much, as he didnt want to invade his privacy immediately after meeting the boy. He knew that boundaries were important, and had been working on keeping distance and only doing what people were comfortable with. He knew that he overthought and talked too much, which it was something he had to work on. As his thoughts wandered once more, Corvus took effort to keep his thoughts focused on the moment and made eye contact with the taller boy. He was certainly smaller than the European, and it would be obvious. He could probably beat him up without difficult, and could probably just drag him like he was nothing.*
Heather
Vizhkir's hand found the other boy's, giving it a very tight single shake before releasing it. He took notice to the differing eye colours, something he had never seen before. However like the other boy he was ghost white from natural complexion, the sun tended to turn Vizhkir's skin fire engine red. 

"A few weeks. Maybe a month and a half? Time runs quickly here" Came Vizhkir's reply. 

The Russian did not care if people asked him questions. His answers were normally two or three words most of the time and if one was lucky they would get a whole sentence out of him. 

Not a single thought of violence ran through Vizhkir's mind. Unlike his father the Russian boy was fairly non-hostile. He didn't care for violence and he certainly wouldn't attack someone with no reason to.
Betty
*Corvus felt that the grip of the shake was rather tight, and winced internally from it. His grip was more relaxed, which would probably be noticed by the Russian. Corvus enjoyed the complexion of the boy, as they seemed to be polar opposites when it came to their skin tone. He nodded his head gently whilst the boy spoke, then spoke in response after he finished.* 

"Ah, I'd imagine. My name's Corvus, by the way."

*Corvus nodded his head after he spoke, with a faint grin playing on his face. He'd enjoy meeting someone here, and despite the few words spoken between them he felt rather pleased to meet someone else around his own age, who also somewhat understood what it was like to be him. He took a step closer to the Russian, waiting to hear what he said in response. He'd feel tempted to touch the boy, to see what his muscles felt like. Sadly, he wasn't a physically active boy, but it didn't mean he didn't admire those who were.*
Heather
Vizhkir noticed the boy's lack of a grip, but chalked it up to improper teaching.

"Vizhkir Valentinovich Dragovich" 

He introduced himself, using his full name as was tradition. 

"It is nice to meet you Corvus" 

Vizhkir didn't move an inch when Corvus moved closer, simply peering down in interest as the other boy looked at his body. His arms dropped to his sides as he rolled his shoulder a few times before crossing them over his chest. This interaction wasn't like with the other prisoners, it felt different. Neither good nor bad, positive nor negitive. He wasn't sure how he felt about it and he would have to ponder on it later.
Betty
*Corvus thought that the name would be difficult to pronounce for most people, although, he wasn't most people. He found pride in his own eloquence, when he actually tried to be eloquent. Corvus' eyes darted from the muscular torso of the boy to the boys eyes, and then back down to his body. His right hand raised itself before finally grasping the boys right bicep, and squeezing it lightly. He didn't know why he felt like he wanted, no, needed to do it, but he did. His own fingers would be cool to the touch of the bare skin, and the Russian felt warm to the touch. The muscle seemed tight and firm, which was unlike his own. He slowly pulled away his right hand, before gently lowering it and grabbing the bicep once more.*

"May I?"

*His voice was slow and hesitant, as he wanted to try something that may help Vizhkir feel a small bit better after his workout. He obviously wanted permission, although, he wasn't going to say what it was he planned on doing.*
Heather
Vizhkir recoiled slightly, his whole body tensing and his eyes widening. This. This was foreign. Strange, new. It didn't hurt, it felt sorta nice. But it came without invitation nor asking. The boys hands were cold and it seemed to cut through to his core. To say the Russian was shaken was an understatement. 

"I.. You... Uh. Sure" 

His response was butchered, as was his mind. He was drawling a blank, such a rare occurrence that he didn't know how to cope. Congrats Corvus, you broke Vizhkir.
Betty
*Corvus took that as consent, and he decided to try and use his ability. With his right hand on his bicep, he began to focus his energy into the boy whilst absorbing the negative feelings that he had physically. He felt his muscles recoil in pain from what he had done, although, he didn't stop just yet. His right hand trembled, but didn't release the grip. After a few long moments, Corvus let go of his bicep and brought his eyes up from his bicep to make eye contact. He had a small smile on his face, despite the pain and exhaustion that he would be feeling from that. He slightly tilted his head whilst he spoke, his voice light and almost playful.*

"Better?"

*In basic terms, Vizhkir wouldn't feel the harmful effects from his previous workout. The majority of the Lactic Acid that would surely be coursing through Vizhkir would now be in Corvus instead, and Corvus would feel the painful effects of it. He his the pain through a grimace, although, his eyes couldn't lie the same way. He enjoyed the response from the Russian, and he was almost eager to see his reaction to what had happened.*
Heather
Vizhkir's mind slowly unfogged itself and when it did he felt no pain. His mind was boggled, and his eyes doubled in confusion and suprise. The wheels slowly clacked in his head. He looked down and wiggled his fingers, basic motor control check. Next he looked around, tracking a fly with his eyes. He was still seeing just fine. Going down a list of other small items he determined he had not been drugged. Looking back at the boy he looked fine. In all but his eyes and expression. 

"What did you do? Are you okay? You don't look it" 

Vizhkir's expression changed from confusion to concern as he placed a steady hand on his new freind's shoulder as the best sign he knew of comfort without invading his space.