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Post by nellen on Feb 10, 2008 12:21:30 GMT
.Natalie March.
Perched on the steps out front, blue bag to her left and legs outstretched, Nat felt confident. She was going over to the sports field. Get some practice in before Sports club started. She was slightly worried about heading it up, but he impulsive adrenaline hungry part of her kept her excited at the thought. Especially since she’d taken a look at the list and found all the members male so far. She was the only girl, and she was in control. It sent buzzes of excitement down her spine. Her long legs lay outstretched in front of her as she tied the last lace. She wore very little in comparison today. Short running shorts, in navy blue, a tee of speckled grey that didn’t fully cover her stomach and had it’s logo of NYU strained across her bust. Pure white trainers with bright pink laces and little gold stars all over the toe and ankle encased her feet. Her brown hair swept up into a loose bun/ponytail. It was very loose.
Standing up, lifting the blue bag with her over her shoulder, Nat set of towards the pitch. She could see figures on it ranging from guys kicking around footballs to the girls cheering them whilst practising handstands. Awfully Nat thought within the privacy of her own head. Some of these girls were utterly clueless and wimpy when it came to sports. Smiling as she walked over, Nat plugged herself into her ipod. Smiling broadly as she recognised the song beginning to blast through her headphones. Slowing her walk down Nat enjoyed the beat of the music and continued to smooth her gaze over the figures on the pitch. Enjoying the moment, but similarly wishing that someone would at least talk to her, she’d made some friends. Alle, a Spanish guy about her age who she had the inkling to suspect he was gay. He was too good to be true. But he made great company and she was glad that he was one of the guys on the Sports club list. At east there should be one familiar face. And he’d already promised her that he’d be her date to the dance, and dance the night away, that was if she didn’t receive a straighter offer. And secretly she wish she would.
Approaching the field, Nat set her bag down with a gentle smack on one of the benches and clipped her ipod into its case on her arm, before setting off at a gentle jog. Still keeping an eye on everyone in the field, and sighing when she saw couples hugging occasionally. She wasn’t being desperate; it would just be nice to have someone to care for her in that way. Shaking her head lightly, to clear her mind, Nat picked up the pace and was thankful of the blasting music distracting her.
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Post by _KAT on Feb 22, 2008 23:05:25 GMT
Please don't be too long while you're gone
There ain't enough to keep me here too long
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Callum bounded down the steps out of the main building, enjoying the cool breeze after the stuffiness of the corridors inside. The sun was out for once, and it brought an eager smile to the boy's face. He shook his hair out of his eyes, and it scattered around his face. The blonde streaks caught the sun, making his hair seem a lighter brown. He preferred it that way; it meant less people wrote him off as some 'emo' on first glance. It often irritated Call that a hair style should imply such things. Anyway, sports club would start soon. Call had been a member ever since his first year; he could clearly remember signing up on his very first day when he saw the bulletin. It was true, he could be called a bit sport obssessed, but with no promise of nights out on the town how else could he vent his energy?
The concrete path ended and Call stepped out onto the grassy expanse that led down to the playing fields. Today, he was dressed simply for sport, in dark blue long shorts with white stripes and a paler blue and white vest. He usually wore tops with more sleeve, but seeing the sun from his dorm window had possessed him to shove on something cooler. Luckily he was tanned enough to pull it off, although he had never much cared what he wore, especially when playing sports. He'd probably only get muddy anyway despite the hope that the field would have dried off since the rain last week. A small bag was slung over his should, containing his watch, earrings and drink amongst a couple of other items. As he drew nearer to the field, he pulled out the bottle of Gatorade and took a few mouthfuls.
He dumped his bag on the edge of the field and set off at a jog around. It didn't take him long to notice he wasn't alone. He remained behind the girl for a few moments, rather enjoying the view of her legs, before increasing his pace so he could draw level with her. She was running a fraction faster than he usually would, but he could manage. It was now, when she hadn't turned, that he realised she was plugged in. Call had always been into music, but he didn't usually bring his pod with him since he wasn't often as early as this. Still, he fell into step beside her and put on a smile, before reaching out a hand and hooking his fingers around one of the wires reaching to her ears so the earpiece fell out. Then, giggling inwardly at his clever luittle stunt, he shoved his hair out of his face again. "Hi," he greeted her simply, and then, "Whatcha listening to?"
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Not like the last time I stood in line
Just enough to keep me bouncing off the wall, yeah
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Post by nellen on Feb 28, 2008 11:12:57 GMT
.Natalie March.
Being aware was a lost cause when Nat was running. She only focused on the surface beneath her feet and usually not a lot more. Questions, recent problems, random facts drained through her mind during the first 5 minutes in rapid succession, after that however she felt nothing or heard anything but the pounding of her feet on the floor and the music gently blasting through her ears. Some days Nat could barely remember what had raced through her mind with rapid antipathy, all that remained was the feeling she was lighter somehow. There was a great weight lifted. Of course that returned the next day, meaning she’d run again for the desire of improbable clarity. Back and forth she went. Running to free her mind but enslaving her body to running. Some kind of whacked circle of… whatever, it was still whacked and not something she liked to reach into with deep understanding.
When the earpiece fell out Nat was barely aware of the loss of sound until something else replaced it. A voice, male to be precise and it was beside her. Turning forest deep eyes to look at the source Nat smiled lightly at the realisation she was taller than him, by a reasonable amount as well. This was no news to her, it actually frustrated her. Oh well she chimed within the confines of her head, mentally shrugging the thought off as the boy spoke again. What was she listening to? Well she had been listening to her usual random mix of music. People were often shocked to find what was on her ipod. A finely tuned mixture of Rock, Alternative, Emo, Show tunes (Broadway to Disney and back) and for finals there lay the Hans Zimmer prodigy. Musical god. She did have other pieces of classical but Hans Zimmer held the title in her head. To name a specific song that she had been listening to before he interrupted would require lying. She had no idea what she had been hearing. Because as often was the case she was tuned out to everything around her.
“I was listening to Kids in Glass Houses.” Was her simple answer, before leaning her right arm across her chest to turn of the musical contraption and rip the headphone pin from its socket. Twisting the length of wire around her fingers, Nat slowed slightly. She never was used to running and multi-tasking. It took effort, a type that she wasn’t in the mood to expel. “Ever heard of them?” She spoke with a gentle smile, when she asked that question to do with some abstract band she knew most people said no, or lied through their teeth and risk it, all in an effort to seem cool. Finally tucking the wound cord into a back pocket Nat turned once again to the student beside her. It was unusually for someone to be out here running like she. Most she knew came later than she. Pleasant and something Nat enjoyed, her alone time. It allowed for her not to spend the day biting people’s heads off. Unsure of how to continue Nat ran her fingers through her hair. Most of it falling loose from the bun she’d haplessly tied it up into. Losing patience with it, Nat stretched a long fingered hand back and wiggled to tie loose. Allowing her mahogany hair to flow loose behind her, in its favoured form.
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Post by _KAT on Feb 28, 2008 17:16:34 GMT
Please don't be too long while you're gone
There ain't enough to keep me here too long
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Call almost laughed when she glanced at him. She had obviously been totally oblivious to anything going on around her. These sportswomen and their habits. People said girls could multi-task, but Call wasn't so sure. He did enjoy music, but he'd never been able to escape into it the way a lot of people could. Well, not unless he was dancing to it, in which case the dance was the only thing he liked to concentrate on. His music tastes had always been very broad, mostly because he liked to think of himself as open minded. He'd basically listen to anything people put on, although he did have an aversion to rap music, and very heavy rock. When things got tuneless it was time to turn off. Or at least turn down. Or time for him turn in, in any case.
She took a few moments to realign herself with the world, and then gave her reply. At first, Call was ready to shrug and give her a negative. But the name, Kids In Glass Houses, seemed to ring a bell somewhere. "Possibly," he replied, wracking his brain. Then it clicked. "Oh, I think they supported at a gig I went to a while ago.." he searched for song names. None came to mind. "Don't know 'em personally, though," he added with a quick smile that had something of apology mixed with humour.
It was nice to be back on the track. Call had managed to miss the last sports club session because he had been in a detention for maths, and before that the rain had managed to ruin it one week, so although he had been keeping up his excersize, he hadn't had the experience of proper running. And not with company, either. And we all knew how big Call was on company. He was the social king, always talking to someone regardless of how well he knew them. It was anice life, to be able to fit in anywhere. Except maybe with the swots; if there was one thing Call lacked it was academic potential. But hey, life wasn't all about brains. His mother had made it through uni with enough tutors. "Well, anyway, I'm Call. Call Wood. Although I'm actually in Aqua; you have no idea how many people make that mistake."
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Not like the last time I stood in line
Just enough to keep me bouncing off the wall, yeah
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Post by nellen on Feb 28, 2008 21:30:31 GMT
.Natalie March.
She smiled in recognition, most people if they knew of the band at all knew of them from their many times supporting other artists. She caught the apologetic twinge to his smile at the end of his comment and pondered why on earth he’d be apologetic. However that was probably Nat imagining things. The conversation was almost like she was standing still. Running was so second nature. Something she participated in everyday, and some times twice a day. The steady beat of her feet against the track like her own heart beat. Regular and rhythmic.
Her eyes trained to the ground in front of her, Nat thought through her plan for the upcoming holiday. She was meeting her father, Sarah and Dan in Rome. Which was a new destination for her, usually they’d travel for adventure and adrenaline. However this time it was for a family vacation. Sight-seeing and what not, the idea wasn’t exactly bringing jitter bugs but it provided something else for her to look forward to. Other than that she’d received her ticket for the plane out there. Jack, Sarah and Dan would fly from England and pick her up at the airport a couple of days later when she arrived. It wouldn’t the first time she’d flown without them, nor did she guess it be the last. In fact she struggled to remember a time after she was twelve where she had flown with them.
His voice once again pierced her thoughts. This time she was graced with an introduction. He made a joke about his name, something Nat hadn’t even picked up on till he mentioned about how many people made that mistake. She wasn’t accustomed to thinking like that, even within their situation at the school.
“Hi. I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t of said.”Well she was the type to speak her mind. It wasn’t like she cared either way. “I’m Nat by the way, Nat March. Aqua hunh? What degree. See I don’t know how you’d tell the difference between a first and a second. The body is 70% water right; well doesn’t that mean you have a permanent source of water like inside of you?” Her brow furrowed at the thought before she broke out smiling.
“Though I can talk, I mean the same applies to Aeris doesn’t it? You’ve always got a source around you. S’not quite as clear cut as Terra or Ignis or Traba…” She was about to add Lamnia to the list before she remember a scene from X-men and then some science lesson about metal in the body. Brushing loose strands of hair from her eyes, Nat smiled at Call ruefully with twinges of humour. She hadn’t quite meant to ramble it was just her way. Speaking her mind literally meant speaking what was on her mind in Nat’s case.
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Post by _KAT on Feb 29, 2008 17:14:37 GMT
Please don't be too long while you're gone
There ain't enough to keep me here too long
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She smiled, and Call grinned in return. She had a nice smile. He always wondered why girls - or anyone really - didn't smile more; he was always doing it. Probably so much it became irritating in most cases. Call had never been the strongest person at being serious. He couldn't remember a time when any of his friends had come to him for proper advice on their issues. At first, when they'd told him their reasons, he'd felt quite offended, and more than a little left out. But over the years he'd gotten used to just being someone's friend when they needed cheering up, or a party mate. Or, he supposed, boyfriend. More likely to be a date though, since anyone who was bent on commitment couldn't put up with him.
He raised his eyebrows, more simply to give a reaction than because he was genuinely surprised. For most people it was like that, but occasionally you had some dumb person who would immediately assume... and then it got a little awkward when they asked him to grow a tree. Her next speculation, he was unsurprised by. He actually got it quite a lot of the time. "Yes," he replied, "Although you'd probably get dehydrated pretty quick if you tried to used all the water inside you." Call had never tried it, although this was surprising since they'd received a warning about it in their first couple of ES lessons and usually Call liked to test out things the teachers told them about. "I'm a 3rd, so it doesn't make much difference to me," he chuckled.
"Aeris, they're lucky. I don't actually know how they tell... maybe they don't." He shrugged, a rather difficult task while running. Now his heart rate was excelling, his breath coming in shorter gasps. It felt good to push himself, to feel the wind rushing through his hair. Or rather, over it. Call suddenly rather wished he'd brought shades. Not that he could really wear them while on the track, but it was difficult to see anything with the sun in one's eyes. "Wow, the sun is out today. Are you an Aeris then?" He enquired. When he reached the bank again, he decided to call it quits. He could already feel the sweat beading under his fringe. He slowed and eventually came to a stop under one of the trees lining the field, putting his hands up on top of his head to aid his breathing.
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Not like the last time I stood in line
Just enough to keep me bouncing off the wall, yeah
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Post by nellen on Mar 4, 2008 20:27:38 GMT
.Natalie March.
Her cheeks blush slightly as Nat realised she’d rambled. It was a habit, and in her opinion a bad one. Whether or not others appreciated her honesty she was unsure but neither did she pay special attention to it. Nat was a little odd in that respect. Not that being able to create and manipulate air wasn’t weird compared to the average population, but she was the type of person who you could never judge their reaction. She changed daily. And when meeting new people, she either came on to strong and intimidated them or came on weak and appearing like she wasn’t interested. However there was another option, that she’d ignore your existence entirely. Whether the person would consider themselves lucky after a while or be totally insulted she often wasn’t in the mood to care.
When Cal raised his brow Nat’s gut sunk, she’d spoken too soon and assumed. Incorrectly guessing he was 2nd or 1st. She just hadn’t made the acquaintance of many 3rd degrees. Immediately half blaming the school for the way degrees were separated for lessons and all that. How was she meant to know? She wasn’t but it didn’t stop the twinge of guilt. Pleasingly he seemed unsurpassed by it, and she hazarded a guess that most kids in the school made the speculation that you were either 2nd or 1st degree.
Nodding in agreement to his comment Nat watched his body. Taking the chance assumption that maybe the pace was a little fast for him. She never really stopped to think about others when she was running. The independent streak of her burning brightly like a beacon as she ran. More often than not she’d actually be keeping a pace marginally faster than this.
When he announced the fact he was a third, Nat restrained her mouth from making a slight ‘o’ shape. She was trying not to offend one of the first people she’d met this year. When his breath became shorter, Nat slowed her legs. Making sure she was still with him, but maybe not pushing the run forward. Her breathing remained even throughout, and it was often hard to out do her. She didn’t bother to answer as he slowed to a stop under the tree. It wasn’t like she was going to push it to far. Waiting as he caught his breath Nat slowly inhaled and exhaled, not that she necessarily needed to but it felt polite and kept her head from rushing with blood.
“Yeh, I’m Aeris. Sorry about the assumption.” She spoke softly, running a hand through her hair, a sheepish smile slipping onto her features. Well at least she was being genuine. That was more than what most girls here bothered to do. Leaning against a neighbouring tree, Nat wiped the slight sheen of sweat from her forehead and her bare midriff. Checking subconsciously that her nose stud had remained in place during the run; a gentle sigh escaping her lips as she felt the small bump of a gem and realised it had. She’d already lost four this past week and wasn’t really prepared to lose another. She spent a reasonable amount of money on them each month. Sarah and Jack had even succumbed to giving her an allowance for her peircings. Even though it was only her nose studs that vanished periodically.
As she leant, random thoughts buzzed and milled around in her head. One standing out clearly, Sports Club. She was taking the first one today. And it panicked her slightly. That was when Cal’s name popped up in her head. She known it had rung some kind of bell but why it had taken her a time to figure out. He was one of the guys down for Sports Club. Nat still being the only female apart from one, some Hungarian girl she’d heard. The name did sound like it was mainland European. She struggled to come up with something to say and opted for remaining silent. Not wanting to come off a complete idiot on a first meeting, however she chanced that she’d already mucked that one up long ago.
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