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Post by Savannah Grace Paxson on Nov 12, 2012 11:57:06 GMT -6
She's been stretching in her room, A09 of Blue Ribbon House, preparing herself to go for a run. Ever since she had gotten to this Equestrian centered boarding school, she'd not been dying to see her horses and take them out for a ride, but rather to test out the track, see how it felt, and what she'd be running on come spring. Running was her passion, but not only the sport. She often ran from things that seemed too big for her to handle, and though there were not many things that fell into that category, there was one thing that she was in the process of running from. She stood up and grabbed her iPhone from her bed before placing her beats earbuds in and tucking the phone in her nikepro shorts waistband. She walked over to the door and closed it behind her, heading down the stairs and out the front door, not bothering to socialize with whoever might have been on the main level. If there was anyone there, she wouldn't have heard them, since everything was now drowned out by the sound of DNA by Little Mix, blasting through her earbuds. She started to jog towards the athletic field as her warm-up, ready to get there. It's in his dna
D-d-d-dna
It's in his dna
And he just takes my breath away
B-b-breath away
I feel it every day, and that's what makes a man
Not hard to understand
Perfect in every way
I see it in his face
Nothing more to say
It's in his d-d-d-dna Once she reached the track, she looked it over once and gave herself a shrug. It wasn't the best she'd seen, but it also wasn't the worst. She retied her laces to make sure they were tight, and then secured her phone in her waist band before she began jogging out to the rubber track, letting her feet go. No matter how hard she trained, no matter how fast she ran, no matter how many records she broke, it seemed like she could never get far enough away; so she kept running. Outfit |
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Post by daine6 on Nov 13, 2012 19:17:22 GMT -6
Chris took his time, walking towards the running track. He would much rather be out riding, ut the boy knew that he needed to stay in shape... not 'football shape', but shape, nonetheless. He walked with a slight bounce to his step, head nodding as he mentally ran through the lyrics of a favored song. The teen wasn't too colt, dressed in only a pair of loose jogging pants, dark blue in color, and a matching sleeveless shirt. He knew that once he started running, he'd get hot and would be appreciative of the loose, light clothing.
Chris carried with him two twenty-pound weights and a bottled water, which he set down at the far end of the track when he arrived. The teen quickly stretched, warming the muscles up, and took a drink of the cold water before picking up the weights, one in each hand, and bringing his arms up and down a few times, getting the feel of them.
Finally he started off, around the track. Chris moved at a slow jog, his arms pumping as he held the weights. He breathed in cadence with his movement and mentally reviewed songs in his mind, wishing now that he'd thought to bring his iPod... That was the one thing he'd actually forgotten back home in Washington... I'll have to write dad and have him mail it. He thought as he lengtheed his stride, going into a sprint down the straight stretch of the track before slowing back to a jog as he rounded the bend.
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Post by Savannah Grace Paxson on Nov 18, 2012 15:15:19 GMT -6
She saw something moving out of the corner of her eye, and immediately her whole body froze, coming to a standstill on the track and turning around, looking for whatever it was that she had seen. A boy. A tall, oriental boy. Good job, Savannah. Jumping at another person running... on a track... She shook her head, moving back into a run, mentally hitting herself in the forehead, wishing she'd relax.
She kept running, making it a total of 12 laps before she decided to stop. She'd run out of songs on her playlist and was currently listening to repeats, which she hated. 12 laps... she'd run 12 laps today, which was the equivalent of 3 miles. "You need a life." She said to herself as she grabbed her phone from her waistband and leaned down, stretching her hamstrings in a cool down. Running never wore her out the way it did most people, but it did bore her at times; this was one of those times. She looked around, hoping to find something to do, but all she saw was that other kid whom had nearly given her a heart attack. She wondered who he was, why he was speeding up and then slowing down, and why he was carrying such large weights while he did it. She'd always been trained to take smaller weights and go farther, but maybe he was a sprinter. She went back to stretching and switched her music to Pandora, hoping it'd save her from this repeat tragedy.
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Post by daine6 on Nov 21, 2012 11:21:23 GMT -6
Chris kept up his paces, speeding up on the straight stretches and slowing back down to a jog on the curves of the track. He was aware that he should keep a steady pace, buthe was bored and when he got bored, he improvised. Simple as that. The weights were beginning to place a slight burn on his arms, and he nodded to himself as he kept going. That was good. He'd go another lap or two before quitting for a while... probably the day, but who knew...
The teen kept his breathing even, short, light breaths as he ran. He knew from experience that breathing deeply would result in him gasping for air later on. As he circled the track once more, he slowed down to a brisk walk, using the weights still as he moved. He glanced at the girl, seeing that she seemed through running and was stretching, and sent a small, welcoming grin her way, ending it with a nod of greeting. Chris knew he'd startled her earlier, he'd seen her freeze up, and after making half a lap around the track, cooling the muscles and getting his breath back, he meandered in her general direction. "Sorry I scared you earlier." He said to her, his outgoing personality coming out in his words, as he wasn't a shy person at all.
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Post by Savannah Grace Paxson on Nov 21, 2012 11:35:12 GMT -6
She pulled one earphone out and let it dangle as she stretched. Her muscles were burning slightly, but she loved that feeling, so she didn't mind it at all as she continued stretching, working her way to sitting down stretching her legs in a straddle, leaning forward to the point where her stomach and chest were touching the ground. She loved that stretch, it made her feel like she could be anything she wanted; a dancer, a gymnast, an acrobat, anything, because she was so flexible.
She heard footsteps coming her way, and glanced up momentarily to see the boy who'd been running with the weights give her a smile. She didn't smile in return, she never did, she waited for him to say something, as she sure as anything wasn't going to be the first to engage in a conversation with someone new. He apologized for scaring her earlier and raised an eyebrow, wondering why he would have mentioned it. "What gave you that idea?" She asked him, not willing to admit she'd been frightened, because she knew it would lead to multiple questions about why, which would lead to multiple lies, which she didn't need. Her lies sometimes got to be too much to remember, so she tried to keep unnecessary ones from piling up.
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Post by daine6 on Nov 21, 2012 19:28:15 GMT -6
Chris wasn't an idiot. He knew very well the cramps that could hit if he just stopped moving suddenly, so he kept a bit of movement in his body, pacing back and forth and slowly swinging his arms, still holding the weights as he waited for the muscles to cool down completely. The short walk wouldn't cut it too well. He wasn't a runner or anything, well, not much of one, at least… and he wasn't running for track or something, he was just running to get back in shape, not that he really needed to do much.
He noticed that she didn't return his grin, but that didn't cause him to lose any of the cheerfulness. "I saw you freeze. I figured it had to have been me, because no one else is around… unless you randomly freeze up for no apparent reason." Chris's reasoning wasn't too great, but he wasn't trying to be smart or anything, just his normal, cheerful self. "But I mean, if you do… that's your prerogative." He shrugged as if to say 'so, yeah…' and finally slowed to a stop to stand a few feet away from her. "Name's Christopher. Chris." He said, realizing he hadn't introduced himself and it was only polite to do so.
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Post by Savannah Grace Paxson on Nov 21, 2012 21:05:45 GMT -6
As he continued to cool down, she continued to stretch, but didn't dare turn her back to him or lay all the way on the ground in her stretch. She didn't trust anyone enough to do that. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, making sure he stayed where he was. "I thought I'd dropped something." She said to him as she continued to stretch, ignoring his comment about an excuse.
She saw him slow sown and then stop, much too close for her comfort, but she didn't say anything about it, only slowed down her movements and kept her eyes glued to the boy. He introduced himself and she nodded, not caring much about it, but figuring she should do the same. "Savannah, or Savvy. Either work." She said to him with a shrug. "And I don't need a prerogative for anything I do." She said to him with a raised eyebrow, leaning over to her left side, touching her hands to her foot, stretching her obliques as she watched him, wondering why he was talking to her. Maybe he wanted to be friends, maybe he wanted to know more about her, or maybe he just liked to talk. All seemed possible, but she didn't comply with any of them. Plus, he seemed younger than herself. She was always good at picking up on those things. It wasn't so much that she was a firm believer in girls only dating or hanging out with guys their age or older, it was just that she knew most guys weren't as mature as girls their age, more like a year to three younger, and she needed someone as mature as herself, which was much more than she should have to be.
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Post by daine6 on Nov 24, 2012 17:06:27 GMT -6
Chris had often met people who appeared short with him, so often that he didn't let her attitude phase him that much. If she wanted him to get lost, he'd leave, if she asked him to stay and hang around, he'd stay, but if she chose to do neither, he'd just go back to what he'd been doing. Running. After, of course, he said a few more things. Chris tended to push people a bit.
"Uh, yeah… sure. If you say so." He said to her with a one-shouldered shrug, silently letting her know through his body language that he didn't believe her. He nodded, glad to at least have her name, and he filed it away for later, a slight frown marring his features at her comment. "Yeah, whatever." He said a moment later after thinking on her words for a few minutes. He stepped back to study the girl and nodded after a while, mind made up. "Well, it was… nice meeting you." He said evenly, still giving her a half-grin. "I need to get back to running. Um… yeah." He trailed off and walked back to the track, stepping back on it and jogging in place for a few minutes to warm the muscles back up before taking off again.
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Post by Savannah Grace Paxson on Nov 25, 2012 10:09:47 GMT -6
She knew he wasn't getting that warm and fuzzy feeling which he had hoped for, or whatever it is that he was looking for in his brief conversation with her, so it was no surprise when his responses got a bit awkward. She tended to have that affect on people; call it her special power if you will.
He obviously didn't believe her explanation for stopping so suddenly, but she didn't let it bother her, and her facial expression stayed the same as he sat there and shrugged. Let him think what he wants. 'Yeah, whatever' Well wasn't he nice and sassy? She just rolled her eyes and went on with her stretches.
When he finally gave up on her he stood up and dismissed himself. She almost smiled to herself, but held it in. That's what he gets for scaring the Unicorn Poop out of her and then approaching her on his own. She should come with a warning sign; 'approach at your own risk', or 'beware of cold b*tch'. She laughed at that thought and then plopped the dangling ear bud back in, escaping to her own world once again where none of her problems existed. She watched him jog off and finally, once she was done stretching, she stood up and began to walk back to her dorm room. Shopping sounds nice. I wonder if there are any good stores around this dump of a town. She thought to her self as she left the track and Chris, or whoever he was, behind. And there she went again, running away from her problems.
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