Post by Faemyre on Jan 8, 2013 20:31:33 GMT -5
Alison closed her history book, idly putting it back into its place on her small bookcase. Her room all around was small, which suited her perfectly since it guaranteed that she would never be doomed to having anyone else share it with her. Her music box played its melody from its shelved perch near her futon, soothing the anxiety that kept trying to rear its head. The recreation room still bustled with energy from the students and faculty that were gathered there so that eliminated her un-disturbed access to the practice dojo.
With a half stretch she leaned back over the back of her zaisu, her legs stretched out before her. There were a couple of soft pops as her back realigned itself from being hunched over the historical accounts of past world events. She settled back into place in the seat only long enough to slide her rough draft of her history report in its manila folder and into its place and drop her pencil into the holder. Despite her favored place being occupied, it did mean that she was less likely to run into anyone if she went running.
With that decision made, she stepped behind the single shouji that acted as a room divider and changed into her dark blue gym shorts that bore the schools emblem on the hem of the right leg and the plain lose shirt gray shirt tucked in that went with it. She used her foot to pull out the basket drawers she used to maximize her small space revealing her socks while she went to work on pulling her waist long red-brown hair up into a high ponytail. She sat down on the edge of the single step near the door of her room and grabbed her socks in the same motion.
She’d just finished getting her shoes on when she heard the gentle pitter patter of rain on her small window. With a glance over her shoulder, she groaned mentally. No, it wasn’t going to keep her inside. She’d already decided her course and to change it now only meant she’d be more irritable later and it probably wouldn’t be pretty. With a final check to make sure her hair was secured and her green contacts were in she opened the door, grabbed her key that she kept on a necklace and put it around her neck and down the front of her shirt before leaving the room.
She took the stairs quickly, ignoring the looks she got from the few girls that still were wandering the dorm. Without stopping her warm-up stride she opened the dorm door and kept going, barely registering that the door did in fact click closed and that before it had, someone had called her name. Pushing it from her mind, she began to pick up her pace until she was maintaining a decent paced jog. Only as time went did the anxiety she’d been feeling finally dissipate.
She ran passed the unusually desolate café and ended up making eye contact with the boy who came out. He must be new since she hadn’t seen him before. She didn’t take time to take in anything more than that, returning her eyes to the path she was running on, seemingly to dismiss him as nothing worth noting. Not that it was true, but she did have other things that took precedent – after all she had that group of still-Juniors who were out for revenge over the whole getting caught cheating incident last year and research papers to complete.
With a half stretch she leaned back over the back of her zaisu, her legs stretched out before her. There were a couple of soft pops as her back realigned itself from being hunched over the historical accounts of past world events. She settled back into place in the seat only long enough to slide her rough draft of her history report in its manila folder and into its place and drop her pencil into the holder. Despite her favored place being occupied, it did mean that she was less likely to run into anyone if she went running.
With that decision made, she stepped behind the single shouji that acted as a room divider and changed into her dark blue gym shorts that bore the schools emblem on the hem of the right leg and the plain lose shirt gray shirt tucked in that went with it. She used her foot to pull out the basket drawers she used to maximize her small space revealing her socks while she went to work on pulling her waist long red-brown hair up into a high ponytail. She sat down on the edge of the single step near the door of her room and grabbed her socks in the same motion.
She’d just finished getting her shoes on when she heard the gentle pitter patter of rain on her small window. With a glance over her shoulder, she groaned mentally. No, it wasn’t going to keep her inside. She’d already decided her course and to change it now only meant she’d be more irritable later and it probably wouldn’t be pretty. With a final check to make sure her hair was secured and her green contacts were in she opened the door, grabbed her key that she kept on a necklace and put it around her neck and down the front of her shirt before leaving the room.
She took the stairs quickly, ignoring the looks she got from the few girls that still were wandering the dorm. Without stopping her warm-up stride she opened the dorm door and kept going, barely registering that the door did in fact click closed and that before it had, someone had called her name. Pushing it from her mind, she began to pick up her pace until she was maintaining a decent paced jog. Only as time went did the anxiety she’d been feeling finally dissipate.
She ran passed the unusually desolate café and ended up making eye contact with the boy who came out. He must be new since she hadn’t seen him before. She didn’t take time to take in anything more than that, returning her eyes to the path she was running on, seemingly to dismiss him as nothing worth noting. Not that it was true, but she did have other things that took precedent – after all she had that group of still-Juniors who were out for revenge over the whole getting caught cheating incident last year and research papers to complete.
But I think I could start anew, with a new OC and everything. 