A morning jog for your thoughts? [Open]

[benji]

"I saw a shadow come up to me and ask 'What are you looking for?'..."

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Within every morning, there is a young man that enjoys spending his time jogging about in the field. By his age he might’ve been called a ‘man’, but Benji Mancini didn’t consider himself too much of one. He wasn’t brave; he wasn’t confident and strong, he hadn’t even delved within the flesh, he was just…a boy stuck in a man’s body if you could call it that. His age may have pronounced him a man, but his mind still persisted in keeping him young like a hatchling. Did he truly mind it? No, Benji never really thought of anything inappropriate unless you slapped it on his face.

He seated himself on one of the bleachers, tying his shoe laces. He had brought a bottle of chocolate milk, for he knew it would give him the energy he needed if he lose some, his i-pod and a timer. He zipped up his jacket; his outfit that of what you’d expect of someone going to the gym, his outfit green and made for the colder months. With this in mind, a light white shirt was worn underneath. It hugged his torso, conforming to the contours of his abdominals that he had obviously gotten from his ventures with exercise. Still, he wanted to test himself a bit, see how much endurance and tolerance for the noticeably colder mornings. With this in mind He set the timer down upright, and programmed it to set off and start counting after minute. He stretched quickly and then got into a sprinter’s stance.

His green flashed with determination, and he put his i-pod on and the headphones in his ears, techno music blasting in his ears. The timer beeped twice, signaling him to go and he practically shot off like a rocket. Do you call running three miles a jog? I think not, but for Benji it was. He would run three laps today, and his mind was on the victory, his heart pumped in his chest, and at this point his legs felt automatic like a machine. His engine roared, and his facial expression was on full throttle. Nothing can stop me from my goal, he thought. Still, with this music on he almost felt like dancing the whole way there, he only picked good songs to be his muse to keep going.

By now, he was on the halfway point, running one mile and a half, he hadn’t glanced at the timer, he didn’t want to. Not until he was finished. Hell, he didn’t even care if someone was watching; the Speedy Phenom would not bother, and would not falter.

He was going to beat his record; his body being in good shape was the only thing he held pride in…and the only thing he hoped to keep.

”Nothing at all.” I told him...

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[sophia]

EuphoriaLuscaDiterlizzi

Icannotseeyou,cannottouchyou, allIcandoisHEARyou.

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It feels great sprinting on the track field. Euphie hadn't done it in months and now she felt as if she had slowed down a bit. Other than the constant breathing, she could not feel anything. Dressed in the usual green maid like outfit and her precious cloth around her head, one would only wander why she is dressed like this and out running on the track. With both her hands holding the dress up an inch from the ground, Euphie made past three laps. She then noticed that she was not alone. For another person was running. She most probably only paid attention to the front while thinking of something else and didn't notice him. Somehow a rush of competitiveness rushed through the girl's mind and this time she gained more speed. Thrusting her upper body forward, Euphoria let go of her dress and went all out. Pretty soon her shoulder was leveled with the male's. Turning to look at his face Euphie wanted to make sure he is not trying to let her win. Just because she's a woman doesn't mean all males should treat her with care. She could just as well kick their ass if they think so.

An idea occurred in Euphoria's head and with a small grin she pushed the boy to the side. She will not loose, nor will she win in a fair way. A very competitive person, Euphoria will go to great heights to win, and that includes foul play. Although track isn't about winning, she was obliged to pass whomever was on the track with her.

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[benji]

He kept his vigil, it was good to feel the wind blow at his brown, curly or (Or was it wavy?) hair. It was like the wind was at his mercy, and he was blessed with the speed of good old Hermes. On his second lap, he was neck and neck with a girl who shared his green eyes. He didn’t look at her, but he did not give her any mercy he would if he wasn’t running. Running was his pride and joy, the bane to his existence. Seemed she wanted to best him and he would not allow that. She tried pushing him, but his body was rigid in place and his eyes narrowed, flashing no kindness to her. Though he still didn’t look at her, he made it his duty to get past her or at least keep his shoulder locked by hers and not have her pass the limit his shoulder made.

He wouldn’t lose not by a long shot, he still had a whole lap to finish, and even though he wasn’t too competitive this was different. Had it been another sport, he would’ve been his usual self but that was not an option. He multitasked, his hands unzipping his jacket, he felt hot, once it was not hindering his temperature it flapped by the wind like a pair of wings behind, the cold air blasted his face but he hadn’t cared.

[sophia]

EuphoriaLuscaDiterlizzi

Icannotseeyou,cannottouchyou, allIcandoisHEARyou.

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Oh really now?! Euphie thought as she saw the boy trying to get past her. Holding her breath Euphie begin charging like mad and proceeded to bump shoulders with him. However her feet keep on stumbling on her dress and once or twice she had to pause for a wee second to stop herself from tripping. She should have switched into something looser and shorter, as this outfit of hers was doing more bad things then good things. Euphie is never the sort to wear pants and thus every time she comes outside no matter what season it is you would always find her in some form of dress. She is always peculiar in her clothes. Since half of them resembles something a servant would wear. But to others Euphoria insisted that they keep her comfortable and warm, something a joke she cooked up very early in her life. Since it received quite a few stares, now Euphie only told them it's her style. Suddenly the girl felt herself stumble forward again, except this time there is no reaction, only a hard thud to the ground and a very painful sound coming from her throat. Euphie slowly got up, her knees giving a few trembles and she is thankful that no pain could be felt. The girl had yet pass the boy.

However now that she fell Euphie feel like she might as well give up. Honestly, who is she kidding when she thinks she could outrun someone? She's in a dress dammit and it is natural for her to fall or something. Slowly dusting her dress off, Euphie held up a hand and said,"No more, you win!"

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[benji]

She held her breath and began to try and beat him, their shoulders clashing with each other. What kind of idiot holds their breath while running? Though he wouldn’t speak this thought, it was almost a jinx when you didn’t breath during a strenuous activity like this. Had she no experience with this? The lungs needed oxygen, and the heart pumping blood with said oxygen needed it more then ever, if you connect the dots it wasn’t a wonder why she fell. Course she also had a dress on…Benji didn’t feel too sorry for her. She tried pushing him for one willingly, and she seemed way too competitive. He didn’t treat her like a lady, he wouldn’t until after he finishes that is top priority. So, he kept moving without her, and had finished. Picking up his timer and smiling at the record he got.

“Same as always, Three minutes.” He pocketed the timer, hearing her say that he won. Well, that certainly made him feel good about himself. He walked over to her, his eyes trained to her face. Still, he liked her dress, green was his favorite color. It brought out his eyes, which were his favorite physical feature. He stopped in front of her and smiled a little, and yet again on closer inspection she, like all the ladies was a cute little thing. His face flushed, but he tried his best to cover his shy nature.

“I would’ve stopped, but…running is what I do. Are you okay? You fell…and I felt bad leaving you there.” His kindness was boundless; his concern for her was nice.