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Who: Rukia Kuchiki, OPEN
When: Twilight - just before dawn, Saturday.
Where: Track
What: She's got a stubborn nature and is making rash decisions. >_>;;
Rating: PG
Rukia wasn't really sure why she'd decided to come out here. It was cold. It was dark. She sat there, a pair of jeans on and her usual slip on shoes, looking even more tiny in the giant hoodie she'd chosen to wear to fight the cold. The steel bench felt piercing, like a knife and she let out a heavy breath, watching in awe as it fluttered around her face for a moment. Something solid for just a few seconds. Just like her, she thought with a smirk and closed her eyes before placing her purse -- which she'd found still lying in the locker room -- on the bench beside her before standing.
"Might as well try." She said it to nobody and to everybody, an affirmation of her choices. No regrets. No looking back. She could evolve, she could adapt. That was how she survived so long as an orphan. This was no different. With a nod she opened her eyes and then casually walked forward, opening the gate. It squeaked against the dead silence of the track stadium and she stood for a moment, leaning against it and sliding her gaze across her handiwork.
Hurdles. Nine of them. All lined up at various intervals across the field.
Reaching up she scratched at the back of her neck before walking over to the starting line and doing a few stretches. She got into a beginning stance, as she'd studied in her books while stuck in her room for the past few days, and then... a heartbeat... and she launched herself into motion, determined to make her way over that hurdle... and the next... and the next.
It wasn't going to stop her... and neither was this lonely feeling that kept lingering inside of her. To her, they were the same thing. The same. Pitiful weaknesses unbecoming of her.
When: Twilight - just before dawn, Saturday.
Where: Track
What: She's got a stubborn nature and is making rash decisions. >_>;;
Rating: PG
Rukia wasn't really sure why she'd decided to come out here. It was cold. It was dark. She sat there, a pair of jeans on and her usual slip on shoes, looking even more tiny in the giant hoodie she'd chosen to wear to fight the cold. The steel bench felt piercing, like a knife and she let out a heavy breath, watching in awe as it fluttered around her face for a moment. Something solid for just a few seconds. Just like her, she thought with a smirk and closed her eyes before placing her purse -- which she'd found still lying in the locker room -- on the bench beside her before standing.
"Might as well try." She said it to nobody and to everybody, an affirmation of her choices. No regrets. No looking back. She could evolve, she could adapt. That was how she survived so long as an orphan. This was no different. With a nod she opened her eyes and then casually walked forward, opening the gate. It squeaked against the dead silence of the track stadium and she stood for a moment, leaning against it and sliding her gaze across her handiwork.
Hurdles. Nine of them. All lined up at various intervals across the field.
Reaching up she scratched at the back of her neck before walking over to the starting line and doing a few stretches. She got into a beginning stance, as she'd studied in her books while stuck in her room for the past few days, and then... a heartbeat... and she launched herself into motion, determined to make her way over that hurdle... and the next... and the next.
It wasn't going to stop her... and neither was this lonely feeling that kept lingering inside of her. To her, they were the same thing. The same. Pitiful weaknesses unbecoming of her.