The Morning Run [open]
Oct 14, 2011 19:39:06 GMT -5
Post by natalie~! on Oct 14, 2011 19:39:06 GMT -5
Ophelia Bennington
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She stepped out onto the grass and stretched. It was an unusually hot, stuffy morning and though she had only just stepped outside, Ophelia was already starting to sweat. Her watch said it was 5:28, meaning she took a bit longer than her usual 15 minutes getting ready for her morning run. She had gotten up at 5:00 AM along with the rest of her family like any other day. They're early risers, needless to say.
Earlier that morning, a turkey and cheese sandwich was waiting for Ophelia when she walked into the kitchen. She wasn't very hungry, only finishing half of it before grabbing a water bottle and heading out. But now, about a half hour later in the middle of her morning run, Ophelia has started to crave the last few bites of that sandwich. Her parents had nagged her to eat more, like they always do, even when she finishes a big meal. Guess she should have listened this time.
Even so, her weight was just fine. A healthy one for a fourteen year old girl of her height. Her legs were short but strong, and despite their length, they were great for her main focus that morning; running. But nothing's ever enough for Ophelia Bennington's parents it seems.
The giant sun burns in the cloudless sky, making her believe she was really being cooked in an oven. That thing must have grown three times its size over night,[/i] the girl deemed. And the funny thing is, it'll probably be gone and the sky pouring by this afternoon.[/i]
She uses her arms to wipe the sweat off her forehead, then slowly brings them down and looks around. Not great manners, but luckily nobody was around to see. The streets might be filling up pretty soon though, seeing as it was almost 6:30 already. Maybe just a couple more laps.[/i] She gulps down some water then takes off. Swiftly. Quickly. She tries to focus on her feet padding against the sidewalk, a sound she loves. Faster. Faster. Her legs pick up speed. And now for some fun..
She prepares for a big leap off the curb, grinning ear-to-ear. But maybe the curb was too tall or the steps were too close or the jump was too early or too late or too small or Ophelia is just an idiot. The teenager feels herself trip over her feet at the edge of the curb, her left foot slipping off but her right foot still on it, twisting as the rest of her body tumbles to the ground. Pain shoots through her leg, making her cry out. It stings, thick in her ankle area. Her hands as well. She had landed on them after the fall; they felt almost as uncomfortable as her ankle. All three throbbed as she sat up.
Oh god, oh god, oh god..
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Clutching her ankle, she drags herself back onto the curb a bit dramatically and sits, groaning. Maybe it was an overreaction but it definitely hurt.
Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap..
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The sun stayed burning in the sky, but a light breeze had picked up by then. It cooled her off a bit, but frizzed her hair up even more than it already was. Then again, her hair was the last thing on her mind.
Great.
Maybe I should drag myself back home.
No, no, of course not. I don't want Mom and Dad to think I'm weak.
But I am weak..
What am I supposed to do then? Walk there? I can't!
..I could. Maybe. I could stand it. It's not like I'll get sympathy at home anyway.
I don't have much of a choice. I can't just sit here all day..
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And that's when the human shadow cast over her, before she could even make a decision. She didn't look up to see who it was. She kept her head down, one hand clutching her ankle, the other clutching the opposite side of her tank top, and murmured a hello to the stranger, who most likely didn't hear.
ooc; I know, I know. I got off topic a lot, and used "she" too much and not enough detail and too short and just not that good altogether. Dx But hey, I haven't role-played in months. Forgive me if I'm rusty. :c
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