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Post by Cassel Rush Wilkins on Feb 3, 2012 11:04:35 GMT -5
Pat, pat, pat, pat.
The footsteps fell quickly in time with one another. The runner was back in his original field. It was almost rejuvenating.
It felt like ages since Cassel had gone running. He had missed it. He missed the rush of adrenaline as you saw the finish line (of course, at the moment, there was no finish line for him). He missed the victorious exhaustion. He even missed the feeling of almost passing out once he stopped.
What Cassel loved most about running was the biology behind it. He was absolutely amazed about all the muscles and ligaments working together to produce what everyone perceives as a basic act.
After what seemed like hours of running, Cassel finally stopped. The exhaustion was overwhelming. He walked over to a bench where he had set some bottles of water, sat down, and began to drink from one.
Cassel brushed a hand through his golden, curly hair. He smiled to himself. He was back in his mode. He picked up an extra water bottle and stood up. "You never know if someone wants to join ya, Cassel," he told himself. He walked back to the track and slowly began to walk around it.
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Post by Blitz Wielder on Feb 9, 2012 2:09:36 GMT -5
“Come on, damnit. Come on!” Throwing himself out of bed, Blitz sneered and ran to the bathroom. Viciously he turned on the tap water and pooled it into his hands throwing it against his face. The cold sent shivers down his spine as he splashed himself again. Once the water was turned off, Blitz leaned against the counter staring at his pale face in the mirror. Water dripped off of his chin and back into the waiting sink. The guy’s chest rose and fell with deep breaths. His eyes were locked on his mirror’s reflection. Blitz rubbed his face and then dried it off with the hand towel still frowning at his reflection. Gritting his teeth the guy stuffed on some pants, grabbed his key, and left his dorm with a slam of his door. Daniel would probably say something about it later, but for right now, Blitz didn’t give one rat’s ass.
His jaw clenched as he headed straight for the stadium. A run around the track was what he needed right now. “Can’t believe it,” he growled deeply with an angry expression. “Two months! It had been two months since my last nightmare! AGH!” Furiously, Blitz kicked out at a rock sending it flying into the air landing many yards away. He couldn’t be around anyone right now. One wrong word and Blitz would punch them in the face. A rant began to form in his mind. Its words were too nasty to be said aloud. By now, however, the former Army member had reached the stadium’s track. As soon as his foot touched the ground together rubber he was off.
Breathing deeply once more, Blitz pumped his arms and legs in a full out run. It wasn’t proper exercising at all, but he didn’t give one rat’s ass about that either. All Blitz cared about was getting rid of his balled up anxiety. After a run and a cold shower, maybe he could sleep again. Or maybe he wouldn’t. What if he had another nightmare? He couldn’t take two in one day. The school had been working. Learning to control his powers helped him to control his dreams; but, that appeared to be shot to hell now. What set him off? What had happened last night that caused his brain to pull up those recessed memories? Another runner was on the track. Blitz steeled his face to void it of any emotion as he came upon the other guy. Social interaction wasn’t his first priority right now. Giving the walker a wide berth, Blitz hoped the guy would have the smarts to keep away.
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