And I ran, I ran all night and day.

[terrigenjunky]

WHO: Peter Magnus (terrigenjunky), Roxas (bitchykid)
WHERE: The 110th Street Station, East side, down to 86th Street or so.
DATE: October 8th
SUMMARY: Peter and Roxas go for a jog around the park.
STATUS: Closed and as of yet, incomplete.

Comments

[terrigenjunky]

Seeing him rush past me, I picked up my pace. There was nothing wrong with letting the kid have a head start, but as this wasn't a race it was unnecessary. And the morning child might have been getting to me too, not that I was about to admit it, or let it show quite as much.

About five minutes into our run I began forgetting my surroundings. It was just something I'd come to accept as a psychological side effect whenever I ran. It felt good to forget about the rest of the world for a while, so I'd always just gone with it. Of course, I didn't make for the best conversationalist while in such a state. My chums at Princeton had felt compelled to rail me to that end and Dukes was never much better about my 'space outs'. Somehow, though, I doubted Roxas would care.

But I needed to be conscious enough to at least guide our route. There was no telling just how familiar he was with Central park and the route I'd suggested was slightly convoluted.

"At the fork coming up, we'll take a left!" I shouted back. He was trailing a few feet behind me, but that was mostly normal and I didn't feel compelled to hold myself back.

[bitchykid]

It was an interesting sensation to push for no better reason than for the sake of it. My bones seemed to resist at first, my body and my mind stalling as it searched for purpose. It was hard at first, but as his steps brought him in front of me, I was able to give in to following in him, to keeping up, to not giving in. That was motivation enough.

I was pleased with myself that I was able to achieve it thus far. I could keep him in distance without any symptoms of breathlessness or weakness settling into my skin. I glanced up from where I had been watching the rhythm of his feet when he said something to me.

Warmth was seeping up my throat as we moved.