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Post by Arianna Collins on Jul 25, 2012 11:16:48 GMT -5
 
Arianna opened the gate that surrounded the track field. She took a deep breath then turned on her IPod. Her eyes watched the screen as she scrolled through all the singers and their songs. Hmm.. ah, eminem. He was one of her favorite rappers. Arianna shucked her sports bag off of her shoulder and set it by a trash can. She stuck her iPod in her pocket and she began a few warm up laps. After three laps she stopped and panted looking around. It seemed like she was the only one around. She shrugged. It didn't bother her that much. A drop a sweat slid down her forehead and she used the back of her hand to wipe it away before it got in her eye. Arianna took a few steps back at the starting point of the 100 meter dash. She got in the racing position all her focus at the end of the track. She narrowed her eyes and counted down in her head. Three, two, one. It was like a wire switched a gear in her body and all that power, all that speed burst out. She sprinted down to the other side. It only took a few moments until she was slowing down on the end of the finish line. She panted and looked at the watch on her wrist. Yes! Arianna thought. My best time yet. She panted. Only 100 meters can really push your lungs hard.
Airanna limped/jogged back to her sports bag. Her knee had been hurting her for a few weeks now so she had to buy a brace for when she played sports. She unzipped her bag and searched around. It was a mess and not very organized. It was full of gym clothes, perfume, and a basketball from her practice a few days ago. "Ah, here it is." She whispered to herself as she took out her knee brace and slid it up her leg. She adjusted it a little so it was a bit more comfortable and then she jogged back to the starting point of where the real races started. Arianna took another look around for someone just in case she could race someone, but no luck, so she just got ready to sprint again.
[/size] been a long cold 385 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years tagged. since its been clear outfit. slowly melting notes?. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color].[/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by Brandon Ross on Jul 25, 2012 11:59:31 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #abbdc1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] aloha. :3[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] I strode into the scene casually, wearing my usual clothes field clothes. Dark gray tee, tennis shoes, and cargo pants. I blinked my sea green eyes, looking over to see a blonde girl. I had to laugh softly at this; all but one girl I've met had blonde hair. She'd probably heard me, as well.
I shrugged, and had decided to approach her. I don't think I knew her, but whatever. I would get to sooner enough. “Hey,” I greeted with that flirty grin I always gave to the ladies. I tilted my angular head, curious. No doubt she was beautiful, but almost all the girls here were. It was just a game of eenie, meanie to select one these days. I had a reputation, an I plan on keeping it.
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Post by Arianna Collins on Jul 25, 2012 12:11:01 GMT -5
She heard a voice behind the music that was blasting in her ears. She smiled and took out her ear buds, letting them hang by her pocket. "Hey." Arianna smiled her usual white smile. Her light blue eyes gave him a once over examining what the guy looked like. Brunet, Sea green eyes, tall, handsome. The whole package. She thought before she introduced herself. "I'm Arianna. You are?" She questioned raising an eyebrow. Arianna had seen him before but they have never talked, but she always sees him talking to girls so she tried not being interested.
[/size] been a long cold 385 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years tagged. since its been clear outfit. slowly melting notes?. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color].[/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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