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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2015 0:13:25 GMT -5
This was a terrible idea.
It was easy to make plans to work out. He could talk all day about how he was going to start running, and eating healthy, and stop drinking coffee. Running will help you sleep, he could tell himself eight different times throughout the day. And writing his new schedule down was a sure-fire way to get excited about it, and that excitement had gotten him through an entire day of classes.
But now here he was, sprawled out on the ground and regretting all of his life choices. He ran for maybe ten minutes, barely made it a whole lap around the track, but he was already so tired. Running was such a terrible thing. Now, lifting weights he could do all day. Put a punching bag in front of him, and he’d go at it for hours. But running was not something he could get into.
What he didn’t really understand was why so many people told him he needed to start running. He was already fit in the first place, and if his previous routine wasn’t tiring him out enough then what lead them to believe running would do it? But he had been so desperate that he would have tried anything.
“But let’s all agree that this isn’t working…” he grumbled, rolling over so that he was now on his stomach and burying his face in the grass. Maybe tomorrow he could try swimming. Swimming was a really good workout, or so he had heard. He had never done much swimming before. But how hard could it be?
And with that thought encouraging him, he happily pushed himself back up and made plans on going back to his dorm and hanging out with his adorable roommate.
Only, his legs had other ideas.
His entire lower half felt like jello, and he ungracefully plopped back down on his backside. “Later, then…” he sighed, stretching his legs out and looking at them. He looked genuinely disappointed in them, like they had failed him or something.
But it was okay, because it was such a pretty day anyway. A smile soon found its way back to his lips as he leaned back on his arms and watched the clouds. He could wait; he wasn’t in any kind of hurry anyway.
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Post by Irene Dixon on Apr 22, 2015 9:59:39 GMT -5
Irene never knew what to think about while she ran. While she imagined more professional runners might focus on their form, the power of each step, how the body is positioned, and so on. Other people might take the time to clear their minds completely. Not focus on anything, just continue on with life and running without letting another thought cross their mind. Irene liked to focus on something else besides running, but not be completely blank. She wanted to learn, not specifically about running and technique, but about her surroundings. Who was at the track today compared to who she normally saw. What faces she recognized. What ones were new. Which students could she place in classes and races. It was fun for her. It distracted her from something that she was horrible at (running/speed), and shifted it to something that she actually enjoyed. It was because of her thinking process that she noticed a new face. A young blond boy. He had gotten to the track around the same time as her, had also been running at a painfully slowly pace, but then…. he stopped. Down into the grass, he seemed to be done. Or taking a break. He didn’t look like one that couldn’t handle long strains of physical exercise… It hit Irene as odd. However, she decided to just leave him alone. She had gotten into quite the habit of meeting people she didn’t know, there was no need to continue that trend. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t keep an eye on him though! Every now and again, Irene would check on him. There were other students that she kept watching. Those that she envied for their speed, while often her stamina was better than theirs. Others took a turn at jumping heights, throwing javelin and other pieces of equipment. Heck, even some of the students would lay in the grass. Relaxing, talking with friends, even some would just rest like the blond boy that had caught her eye. And thinking that, she found her eyes back on him. He had shifted to his stomach a while ago, lying in the grass. She wasn’t close enough to catch any of his words or even completely notice he had spoken, but she did notice him standing. And then, plopping back down on the ground again. Irene was still circling the track, on and on as she always did, but her plans would be soon changing. Crossing over the grass, she had slowed her pace just a little, seeing as she couldn’t go very quickly in the first place. Her aim was this boy. The smile he held on his face irritated her. How could he be so pleased with such little success? He couldn’t even stand now? There should be no happiness in what was happening just now. She slowed to a stop at his side. Standing over him, looking down. Irene’s face held obvious irritation, but also a bit of tiredness. Probably the running in hot weather… the sweat also hinted to that. “Get up.” The mild irritation on her face was also present in her voice. Confident and not willing to budge, Irene needed the kid to get on his feet. “You’re running with me.” In no way did it sound like a request or offering. Bright blue eyes staring down intently on the blond one, she’d move for the track when he did. If he didn’t get off his butt, she’d wrench him up with her own hands. But for now, he could think he could decide. She’d wait, for just a little.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2015 20:13:31 GMT -5
Mikhail almost hadn't noticed the girl approaching him; he just happened to glance her way and noticed that it appeared that she was heading his way. He took a lazy glance behind him, just to check to see if there was anyone behind him. But besides the people making the rounds on the track, there was no one. So her goal must have been him, though he couldn't imagine why. Was she in one of his classes? He felt like he would have remembered her; she had such pretty hair, so he certainly would have remembered.
So he didn't know this girl, nor was he in the way of one of her friends. There was a possibility that she was just being friendly, but as she got closer he took notice that she looked quite angry. Had he done something to insult her? She looked like she had been running for a little while; perhaps he was an eyesore? He was sitting in the middle of the track after all. But though he'd give her that he wasn't the most handsome people around, he couldn't really come up with a reason as to why his presence would annoy her so.
Then she gave her orders, and he blinked owlishly at her. He didn't question her, though, and immediately hopped to his feet. His legs screamed in agony, and he flinched a little. Wow, he was so out of shape. He couldn't dwell on that for long, because the girl before him needed his attention.
So...they were running together now? The girl didn't really leave room for argument, so he just straightened up and nodded. "Yes, ma'am!" he replied, resisting the urge to salute her. He didn't know her well, but she seemed like a no-nonsense kind of person. And that was fine; it wasn't as though he didn't like those kinds of people.
He started for the track without any further prompting, though he made a face at the hard ground. He really hated running, but it was good for you so maybe he could go at it for a little longer. No sense in giving up so soon. But he had trouble motivating himself to actually start; he waited for a moment, sure that the girl would fly past him soon enough, and tried to talk himself into running.
Maybe if had been a race she wanted, he could have sprinted his way to the finish line and been on his way. But this sounded more long-distance, and he gave a little sigh at the way his legs throbbed in warning.
"Might as well finish what you started..." he mumbled to himself, putting on a smile and then starting his jog around the track. Hopefully, the girl would be there soon. Running with someone else would surely be a lot more fun, he decided, and that made his smile grow wider.
After a moment, he turned to wherever the girl was and happily declared "I'm Mikhail," between a couple of deep breaths.
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Post by Irene Dixon on May 7, 2015 14:48:00 GMT -5
It seemed she wouldn’t have to wait long.
The boy was on his feet in no time, only a split moment’s hesitation, then there he was. No longer looking down on him, she found there was a slight upwards angle to her gaze now. She caught the flinch, but it only pleased her more. He could move. The straightening up at her words, and even the reply he gave was even more amusing. Grinning inwardly, the irritation visibly melted away from her expression. This left more of her old default face, lacking most obvious emotions. But she wasn’t unhappy in the least.
He started for the track and she went right along with him. He had listened so well, there was no reason for her to hold up progress. They hit the track near the same time. He paused only a moment, looking as if he were preparing himself. Glancing to the blond, a whisper of an encouraging smirk crossed Irene’s lips. Nodding her head towards the track that lay before them, she started off. She was sure he would follow, and he did in seconds. They weren’t dashing around the track, the pace would give them strength to go for a while. Slow and steady.
His mumbled words and sigh were lost to her, having to reset her mind for the alteration in her jog. She didn’t generally run with people, she probably felt more at ease on her own. But this kid… she wasn’t sure. Irene felt he needed a push. They fell in step together pretty easily, at least at first. Time could only tell if things remained that way. Him speaking caught her attention next. He hadn’t seemed overly tired as they started, and this only solidified that thought. He was wasting energy speaking. She guessed she could answer… It might be a better utilization of running together?
“Irene. Demon Corseque.”
The words were simple, with a short pause between as to not distract from her breathing too much.
“Weapon of Prince Levi Kastein.”
The pause was longer this time. Not only to keep her breathing and rhythm in check, but also to give him time. Time to process, keep himself in check, reply if he wished. Beyond that, Irene also wanted to keep a bit of silence. This wasn’t her favorite spot for conversation. Not that any place really was, but talking up a big conversation wasn’t in her plan while jogging.
Regardless, she did have something else to say. Whether she was the last to speak, or Mikhail was, she would wait about a half a lap before asking another question.
“Why did you stop?”
He had continued with her pretty successfully up to this point, so why stop? Why fall to the ground and keep himself planted there? Every time she spoke to him, she didn’t make eye contact. Her focus continually ahead, where her goal was. Ahead. More. Farther.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2015 13:40:29 GMT -5
In hindsight, talking and running wasn't that great of an idea. But he had seen people do it on movies, so he didn't see why they couldn't pull it off. Besides, they weren't running all that fast anyway. And it was nice, actually running with someone. And since it felt so nice, he couldn't not talk to her. Whether or not she'd talk back was horse of a different color, but he already prepared himself for silence and told himself not to be discouraged by it.
But she actually took the conversation further, not only giving her name but also declaring that she was a demon...something. She used a word he wasn't familiar with, but he was positive that it was badass.
She even went on to say who her partner was, and Misha gave a pleasant little laugh at that. He didn't know what good it was to tell him who her partner was, because he certainly didn't know this Prince Levi. But that prince title in itself was pretty impressive, he supposed, and she must have been very proud of her partner. And that made him feel warm inside.
"Nice to meet you!"
Things were rather quiet after that, the pair focusing on jogging. It took a great about of focus on Misha's part, anyway. He had heard that zoning out while running helped, because eventually maybe one could forget they were actually running. But he hadn't found that to be useful at all; he was always painfully aware that he was running, and it took more focus just to keep his legs moving and to prevent himself from quitting. Having Irene here was a huge encouragement, though. He had a feeling she wouldn't let him quit again.
He wasn't really expecting a question from her, much less a question about his earlier actions. He glanced at her, though she wasn't looking at him. That was enough to draw his attention forward again. "I really hate running," he finally replied after a bit of a pause. He took another pause to try and catch his breath before continuing. "But my roommate said...said it would help me sleep better..." And maybe he would, now that he was finally being forced to run. "I don't have a lot of stamina...I'm more of a sprinter, y'know?"
Well, it was more like he was in a different sport altogether. He had low stamina, but he had a lot of endurance. In the context of boxing, that was a very fortunate set of circumstances.
"But thanks for getting me off my butt...I'll be more well-rounded if I can master running." Why not build up some lower body strength?
But he had rambled a bit. He took another moment to try and gather enough air to ask his own questions. "So what is a Demon Corseque..." he sounded a little unsure of the pronunciation, "...exactly?"
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Post by Irene Dixon on Jun 14, 2015 17:55:37 GMT -5
A laugh? At the mention of Levi?
That caught every bit of Irene’s attention, even succeeding on getting her to glance briefly at him. Did this mean he met Levi? She didn’t think a laugh would ever accompany her meister’s name, unless it held some sort of bitterness. The boy hadn’t seemed bitter though… If anything he looked purely at ease and possibly joyful? This being only confirmed by the friendly way he expressed that it was nice to meet her. Irene made no reply. Partially because she had more goals in mind with her run than to converse with him, but also because she hadn’t decided yet if it was nice to meet him. She had only known him such a short time and it could go anywhere from here.
Her thoughts composed mostly of Mikhail and running, she kept with the rhythm they had set, letting her muscles burn with the familiarity of the run. It felt good. While she wasn’t the fastest, it always felt good. As long as she didn’t think too much on it. In time, she had posed her question. And in Mikhail’s own time, he answered. He hated running. There was a bit of ‘silence’ after that small revelation of information. It wasn’t odd though, many people didn’t like running, hate wasn’t so far off from that.
The boy went further to explain himself. It might help him sleep better. And then added information about his strengths and weaknesses. Interesting. While she would have told him to not dwell on his weaknesses, it seems he didn’t. Seeing as he had quickly followed up with what he was good at. And it wasn’t totally out of the range of running, just better at a different kind of running than they were doing.
While the girl remained in her thoughts, thinking on what he said and how she might choose to respond, Mikhail even had more to say. A thanks. Raising an eyebrow, she fought the urge to look at him. She continued on with her own pace and attention ahead, even if she didn’t quite understand what she should be thanked for. He was the one who listened, she didn’t drag him to the track.
In the pause he left after that thanks, Irene chose to reply.
“You chose to get back up. The same way you chose to sit your butt down.”
Giving a moment so that she wouldn’t be affected by her speaking, she attempted to explain a bit better, though briefly.
“People can nudge you, but don’t take your own action in it all so lightly.”
It didn’t sound angry, though Irene had found a way to get back into her blankness. While it wasn’t quite as detached as it had been all that short time ago, she certainly didn’t sound overly emotional at this certain point in time. All in all, that was her advice.
And soon, her advice was followed up by him speaking again. Speaking about something she couldn’t help but smile at. Her weapon. The uncertainty in his voice was dismissed immediately, her pride and joy made more obvious over her previous blankness.
“ A polearm.”
The initial reply was almost instant. She couldn’t wait to explain, especially to someone who seemed interested.
“Basically a long spike with two added blades near the end.”
Had to keep it on the simple side for their current situation. Returning to her silence, it took a bit longer for the smirk to slide off her face. The lingering joy of her weapon form.
Now… what was this boy? Weapon or Meister? He was focused on being well rounded, something she would expect more from a meister. But, seeing as she was out here as well, it wasn’t uncalled for from a weapon. He didn’t know what a corseque was, which might be better for a meister to know. He also didn’t know Levi. She would assume that a good bit of meisters at the academy would know him purely because he was extremely talented. Did that leave her with the guess of a weapon? She still wasn’t sure. Maybe it would come out, maybe it wouldn’t.
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