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With the sun setting in the horizon, O-Ren sprinted up over one of the hills that overlooked the long grasses. While she wasn't exactly in love with the fuchsia running shoes, she'd been able to find a simple black tank top and pair of shorts. Her hair pulled back into a sweaty ponytail, she hardly looked the quiet, collected girl she'd been for the past several months. Both swords hung at her hips, and she shifted them so she could drop down to the ground.
She felt good, like her arms and legs were getting longer. Leaning back on her hands, she tipped her face up to the setting sun. Running had always been a chore, but in the days since things had started to get darker and darker for her little makeshift family, it'd become a distraction and a friend.
O-Ren collapsed backwards, not caring about the bits of grass and plants sticking to her sweaty back. Were those footsteps in the grass? Both hands went to her swords.
Some habits never die.
She felt good, like her arms and legs were getting longer. Leaning back on her hands, she tipped her face up to the setting sun. Running had always been a chore, but in the days since things had started to get darker and darker for her little makeshift family, it'd become a distraction and a friend.
O-Ren collapsed backwards, not caring about the bits of grass and plants sticking to her sweaty back. Were those footsteps in the grass? Both hands went to her swords.
Some habits never die.