Run It! [ZACK]

[amary]

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[STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #df304d;]The day was perfect for a run. The sun was out but the clouds were spread out enough to keep everything from getting too hot. The wind also aided the day from being to hot to run the track, which is what exactly what the female stretching at the starting line planned on doing. Amary might not understand a lot about social interaction or human's ways, but she understood the need to run. She understood that heart racing feeling that came with movement, through the sky or over the ground. Her brothers had bought her an outfit for just such an occasion, knowing their little sister would want to run if she couldn't openly fly. Her hair was down in their usual cloud-like appearance, simply because she liked running best when the wind blew through it. She wore close fitting black shorts that left none of her curves unnoticed and a white sports bra with a good pair of sneakers. She had already gotten another bird call but it had become so common at this point that she ignored it. After stretching as much as she deemed necessary, she set up to start running. She placed her feet properly and made sure her hair didn't fall to the ground before placing her hands on the warm material of the track. She focused on her breathing, letting the air move freely from her lungs and back in. She counted quietly to three between just as any breaths before pushing herself forward on her feet. Her pace was faster than an average humans by about 10 mph, not exactly her max speed but a speed she found comfortable. Within a few minutes she had completed at least 10 laps before she stopped to grab a drink of water from where her bottle sat in the grassed field. The sun peeked out behind some clouds as she drank her fill and placed the bottle down on the ground. Amary laid out on the grass and enjoyed the sunlight for a bit, expecting to start running again in a bit. [/style]

[ZACHARY]

It was the perfect day for a run. Immediately upon awaking from his slumber and looking through the window of his room, the boy felt like it would be a waste to let such a beautiful day go on its way without doing something about it. The cerulean sky, along with the cumulus clouds that adorned it, were something that attracted his eyes from the first moment he set his gaze on the outside world. That was how he decided on today’s schedule; after lunch break, he would skip back to his room and change his clothes to something better suited for an activity that stimulated the sweat glands.

And so he did, immediately after the aforementioned time. Considering the warm weather he was currently standing in, Zachary opted for something more comfortable and light. Having discarded his black T-shirt, the boy was now wearing a showy, orange-coloured tank top. His pants also changed into a black pair of shorts, ideal for the current weather. The only thing he didn’t change about his outfit was his shoes; in fact, the pair he always wore was sneakers so he had no need to switch.

On his way to the track field, Zachary kept his mind occupied. He thought about everything and nothing, ranging from what he wanted to eat that night to whether or not he forgot to brush his teeth before leaving. Of course, it didn’t go as fast as it was put; each thought had their specific pace, replacing the other when a link formed between them. Then it all stopped when he heard a call, shaking him out of his thought process.

To be more specific, it was a bird call. The noise had a distinctive tone to it, making it more noticeable and obvious that the call was made to appeal to someone.

Zachary approached the track field and turned his gaze to what seemed to be a young woman around his age, stretching her body in preparation for a run. For a moment, the blonde felt fascinated by the appearance of that girl, actually wanting to join in on the bird calling due to how damn smoking hot she looked while bending her body like that.

It was during those times that Zachary wished he was gifted with enhanced senses rather than superhuman speed.

The girl placed her hands on the ground and took a starting position, confirming the boy’s suspicions that she was, like him, a runner. Zachary sat down on the grass, having decided to watch her exercise. Raising his hand as if he was holding a gun, the boy mouthed the signal he had heard so much back in the days he was in a normal school, and as if she had heard him press the figurative trigger, the girl started her run around the track field.

All the while she did her laps, Zachary looked at the girl. It was clear that this person was not a beginner; her breathing was impeccable and her pace was kept steady, the latter being faster than most people usually did. Within a few minutes, she had done around ten laps and didn’t look exhausted at all. The blonde was, for the least, impressed by the girl’s performance. He watched her lay down on the grass, water bottle at her side.

Seeing that she wasn’t about to move from her spot for a while, Zachary raised himself off the ground and started making his way toward the sunbathing girl. For some reason, during the time he watched her, the boy had made the decision that he wanted to meet her, at least for a greeting seeing that she was a fellow runner. It was once he reached her spot that Zachary stopped any kind of movement, realizing that he had no idea on how to approach her without seeming like some kind of weirdo.

“Aaah...” Zachary groaned aloud, although in a low voice. “Screw it.”

The boy started to move again, this time finishing the whole thing. Once he reached his fellow runner, Zachary plopped himself down into a sitting position right next to her, arms crossed in a somewhat frustrated manner. The latter didn’t last for long, however, as he placed his hands right on the grass on his sides. Stretching his legs, Zachary raised his head toward the clouds for a few moments, and finally turned to look at the girl.

He had no idea what to say to her, so he started by something he figured would be simple. His mouth curved into a fox-like grin. “You’re pretty fast, aren’t you?” He wanted to bite his tongue for a second. “How long have you been running?”

[amary]

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[STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #df304d;]The sound of a foreign voice made her look towards it, though she didn't move from where she lay. The voice sounded like the speaker was fighting himself. She wondered what he was fighting himself for. Her eyes saw a flash of yellow hair, very bright in the sunlight, like her own could be. When the male figure walked closer to her, she didn't move but all her senses were focused on the newcomer. Had he been the one that did the last bird call? Up until now none of them had actually talked to her, so she assumed that he wasn't the culprit. She moved her hand from her forehead, instead resting it in the grass beside her head. Her blue eyes, with their unusual pink flower shaped pupils focused on the blonde guy that was lounging next to her. She just looked at him curiously for a bit, taking in the guy's jogging outfit and found herself giving him a curious but friendly smile. when he finally looked towards her to give her a compliment on her running, her smile brightened. She moved to sit up, lounging in a similar posture to his own. Her eyes bright thinking this may be another friend she makes today. He was interested in running, like she was. Maybe he was a griffon too? Though that chance was small. Her hair blew in the wind as she addressed him with her legs crossed Indian-style, her arms lounging back with her delicate hands resting in the cool and comforting grass. "I'm not nearly as fast as other creatures but I love it." At the next statement she gave him a questioning look. What an odd question she had been running since she learned to run. Was he asking how old she was? She looked him over, would he think her weird to ask him that? She figured she might as well though. "How long I've been running is an odd question. I've been running since I learned to run. Is that what you mean? If it is I've been running for..." She moved so she could touch her finger to her lips as she looked up in thought. As if she were doing the math in her head, which she was. When she found the answer she smiled and took up her previous posture and telling her new companion. "About fourteen years." She gave a little giggle at that. This guy was odd, but so far she liked him. So she decided to introduce herself. Her brothers had told her when she wanted to make a friend she needed to offer them her hand and tell them her name. Which she did now. She put her legs to either side of her so her butt rested in the grass and offered him her hand. "My name is Amary Belladonna Liliaceae, a griffon of the mountains. I've just started at the academy and I'm from B Class. What's your name?" Her smile was completely open and friendly. She wanted to ask if he wanted to run with her but she wasn't sure if she should wait for him to answer her before she asked so she did not move from her position with her hand outstretched in greeting. [/style]