[Open log]
WHO: Kobayakawa Sena and whoever wants to bother him---learn his running techniques, learn about amefuto whatever xD
WHAT: Just some Sena training. and trying to get over the fact that Sora was murdered :| and the little incident with Mamori(ARRRRRRRGH).
WHERE: American football field!
WHEN: Afternoon on day...whatever it is.
Back home, it wasn't unusual for Sena to go running around the block, in the city- any where he could, as long as he could run. Before highschool, it was a way to escape bullies and to do their errands as their gopher. With the devilbats, it was for his training. For awhile in Rivelata it had been the same- but lately, it had been a way take things off his mind.
It was easy at first, to fall into habbits he had at home-it was made easier with the arrival of Hiruma, Riku, Mamori, Shin, Musashi, Monta...But when they could no longer get whatever they wanted for free, he had to cut down on his training time in order to get a job. That didn't change much- it just meant he no longer spent all his time playing football or messing around with his friends. That was fine. He considered his work time to be much like his school time- necessary, even if he prefered to play football and hang out with his friends all day.
It was only when his friends(from both home and here) began to disappear one by one that Sena's enthusiasm began to dwindle. He still kept up his personal training, but it became increasingly harder and harder to have actual team training with no team mates. Hell, it was only because Sora played with him half the time that he even got to have mock football games. Jogging through the market place, Sena frowned. The idea that Sora of all people, was murdered was...pretty much---well, Sena wasn't quite sure of the actual word but it was unreal. How could Sora, who was really nice to people and fun to be around be killed by another person? It was just---it wasn't fair.
Sena panted as he bolted up the path to the football field and collapsed in a heap on the ground. His chest heaved with every breath he took and the little voice inside his brain that sounded an awful lot like Hiruma told him "get off the ground fucking shrimp, and walk it off!I You'll regret it if you just lay there!"
Sena found himself grinning slightly as he threw his arm over his eyes to protect them from the sun's blinding rays. He didn't make any motion to move though. He'd move once his heart stopped racing and then he'd train again. He bumped into at least five people on his run through the market place- he was getting rusty. He doubted Hiruma would have liked that had he been there. He inwardly blanched thinking about all the bullets he would have had to have dodged. Nope, better get back to top shape again.
WHAT: Just some Sena training. and trying to get over the fact that Sora was murdered :| and the little incident with Mamori(ARRRRRRRGH).
WHERE: American football field!
WHEN: Afternoon on day...whatever it is.
Back home, it wasn't unusual for Sena to go running around the block, in the city- any where he could, as long as he could run. Before highschool, it was a way to escape bullies and to do their errands as their gopher. With the devilbats, it was for his training. For awhile in Rivelata it had been the same- but lately, it had been a way take things off his mind.
It was easy at first, to fall into habbits he had at home-it was made easier with the arrival of Hiruma, Riku, Mamori, Shin, Musashi, Monta...But when they could no longer get whatever they wanted for free, he had to cut down on his training time in order to get a job. That didn't change much- it just meant he no longer spent all his time playing football or messing around with his friends. That was fine. He considered his work time to be much like his school time- necessary, even if he prefered to play football and hang out with his friends all day.
It was only when his friends(from both home and here) began to disappear one by one that Sena's enthusiasm began to dwindle. He still kept up his personal training, but it became increasingly harder and harder to have actual team training with no team mates. Hell, it was only because Sora played with him half the time that he even got to have mock football games. Jogging through the market place, Sena frowned. The idea that Sora of all people, was murdered was...pretty much---well, Sena wasn't quite sure of the actual word but it was unreal. How could Sora, who was really nice to people and fun to be around be killed by another person? It was just---it wasn't fair.
Sena panted as he bolted up the path to the football field and collapsed in a heap on the ground. His chest heaved with every breath he took and the little voice inside his brain that sounded an awful lot like Hiruma told him "get off the ground fucking shrimp, and walk it off!I You'll regret it if you just lay there!"
Sena found himself grinning slightly as he threw his arm over his eyes to protect them from the sun's blinding rays. He didn't make any motion to move though. He'd move once his heart stopped racing and then he'd train again. He bumped into at least five people on his run through the market place- he was getting rusty. He doubted Hiruma would have liked that had he been there. He inwardly blanched thinking about all the bullets he would have had to have dodged. Nope, better get back to top shape again.