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Post by Rocket! on Mar 29, 2009 18:01:05 GMT -5
Mora grabbed the rail and heaved herself over it.
And again.
And again.
And bloody again and again and again.
Welcome to Olympus Coliseum. Home to the biggest fights of the century, and where many heroes come to do battle.
Or in Mora's case, train.
Not that anyone was paying special attention. Or attention. she thought as she wiped away some very annoying sweat.
Mora was a complete beginner. All her training-- it'd been for having her as a strategic figure capable of defending herself. On her own, though.... that training came in little use.
And so, lo and behold, the redhead was forcing herself to do laps.
Bloody ridiculous. And very very needed if she planned on surviving... well, um, just plain surviving.
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Mar 29, 2009 18:06:32 GMT -5
A boy wearing a red vest, black pants and a white shirt walked lazily into the triangle grounds. A thin red headband was tied over his forehead, short black locks hanging over it. With green eyes the long-legged teenager strolled towards the nearby seating area and yawned heavily before sitting down and then burying his head in his crossed arms.
Strange place to come for a nap.
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Post by Rocket! on Mar 29, 2009 18:10:42 GMT -5
Mora froze at the sight of the boy.
And then went right back to what she'd been doing. (Jogging!)
Stupid--! Never forget training. Never!
If the boy was paying attention to his surroundings, he would've noticed the sudden stop Mora made. Dang.
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Mar 29, 2009 18:12:55 GMT -5
The kid's head lifted up again and he yawned, hand over mouth. After scratching his black hair the youth actually seemed to notice he wasn't alone. His light green irises trailed the girl's running motions.
And he just kept... staring.
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Post by Rocket! on Mar 29, 2009 18:14:51 GMT -5
CRAP. Mora could feel the guy's eyes drilling into the back of her head. She mentally started drilling through the motions needed to kill someone with a water bottle. (Good book, actually.)
She also cut across the field so as to get to her stuff. No way was she gonna run around without her gun now.
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Mar 29, 2009 18:18:13 GMT -5
The boy smiled to himself and finally stood up again, patting off his slightly baggy pants. After that his hands went into his pockets and the guy started to walk towards the running track himself.
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Post by Rocket! on Mar 29, 2009 18:21:35 GMT -5
CRAPCRAPCRAP. Footsteps echo in this blasted one-exit arena. And, being on grass, it had to be the other guy walking.
Towards her or the exit. Either way.... well, less than good. No way was he going to block the exit!
Hupping, Mora shot forward towards the bench that was fast approaching. Her gun was resting right on top of it, but it was ammoless...
She'd need something to put in it. A rock, or something...
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Mar 29, 2009 18:27:23 GMT -5
As the male walked across the distance between them leisurely his right eyebrow arched upwards with confusion. His expression was one of wondering. As in, wondering why this girl was acting so flustered suddenly. Did she just remember she was late for something? Well, regardless, he kept approaching.
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Post by Rocket! on Mar 29, 2009 18:37:09 GMT -5
CRACK ON PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES. He's on the grass.
Hastily kneeling down to the gun, Mora quickly brought the strap to the large gun over her head as she turned around and pretended to aim at the boy.
No ammo makes for a bad gun. Not that Jumpy here knows that...
"What do you want?" Steeling her face, and voice for the most part, Mora brought the gun up to her knee and pointed it at the guy's own knee.
Creepy guy is getting creepier. Though it might just be Mora in post-run mood.
...dang. Overreacting nimrod. she told herself.
Regardless... what's done is done.
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Mar 29, 2009 18:40:59 GMT -5
Creepy guy stopped. Stopped and looked at the gun pointing his way with slightly wider eyes. Apparently he was surprised.
"I wanted to say... hi."
His right hand came out of the pocket and was held up to wave with its fingers. He smiled... or at least tried to. One can understandably find it difficult to be cheery with a large gun pointing in your direction.
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Post by Rocket! on Mar 29, 2009 18:44:56 GMT -5
Why, Mora asked herself, must I make a fool out of myself everytime I go somewhere new?
Mora held the gun in position for the moment following the boy's comment. After that moment, she slowly put it to the side. Raising an eyebrow, Mora got to her feet and brushed off her jeans.
...and after some slight hesitation, took the extended hand and shook it.
"Sorry. I tend to get a little overexcited after a run." Grinning, she continued, "I'm Mora. You?"
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Mar 29, 2009 18:47:12 GMT -5
Blink
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Blink
"I'm Guy," he finally said, this time with an actual smile, right hand holding the back of his head in embarrassment. "Wow, I guess I must have come off as some kind of weirdo or something for you to point a gun at me."
He laughed, apparently having gotten over it in just two blinks.
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Post by Rocket! on Mar 29, 2009 18:49:45 GMT -5
"Uh, sorta. I guess." Mora sheepishly grinned. "Kinda stalker-y. I mean, you know," Stalker? Bad choice of words. How 'bout... "you were kinda being all..." C'mon, what doesn't sound like, "silent weirdo-y."?
...was that out loud? FRUZ#$@#% !@#$ %---
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Mar 29, 2009 18:53:45 GMT -5
"Ah ha ha ha!" Guy laughed, right hand now moved to the front of his face and left hand at his hip. "Oh man, talk about embarrassing. I'm glad none of the guys saw me. I'd never live it down."
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Post by Rocket! on Mar 29, 2009 18:56:16 GMT -5
Mora absent-midedly scratched her nose in an effort to hide the quickly creeping red that burned through her skin. Calling people creepy and silent.
That wasn't going in the journal tonight.
"Um, what guys?"
More of the same type of silent people? Let's hope not.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao