D5 ::Run, run as fast as you can:: [OPEN]

Name:

Nike Weis

What are you gonna do with them?:

Run, run, and run! Nike wants to pursue her passion of running that she was born with. She sometimes to bring her cat with her, for motivation. She hopes to meet some people and make friends, as she wants support that her parents are refusing to give and has never really had any companions other than her cat.

And what are they like?:

Nike tends to be quite restless. She hates doing nothing, because she knows there's always something to do. She's always energetic and optimistic, and it's hard for her to sit still without tapping her foot. When it comes to running, she's very competitive and determined ( despite her small size ). Even though she's more of a sprinter, you can count on her to pull through on long distance as well, even if she is in last.

Do a post like your character: 

What's the point of sleep?

You shut your eyes, you sit there for a while, and then you open up your eyes again and find yourself in the morning. Most would be refreshed by this, I suppose. Mother and Father are. But when the light of dawn filters through the dusty windows of my bedroom, I wake with the regret that I didn't do anything and instead simply laid there for nine solid hours doing nothing. My parents don't necessarily enjoy me wanting to get up as soon as possible, and have to force me to bed every night. I've overhead conversations of them talking; "She never seems tired," "She's always doing something." Being from a rich family, I suppose they want me to be that perfect girl they have always dreamed of.

Yeah right.

I kick off my sheets, my eyes shining with alertness. I've always been more of a morning person. I quickly find myself touching my bare feet to the floor, rapidly slipping on clothes, and gathering my hair up into a low ponytail. One glance in the mirror, and I'm off. The door of my bedroom is already open ( I'm always one step ahead of myself ). I drum down the stairs, not taking any particular care with being quiet, as my parents are pretty much able to sleep through anything. I throw on a jacket, letting the warmth dust my shoulders. Fausto, his gray fur gleaming in the pink sunrise, is already waiting by the door, his luminous eyes mildy impatient. I grin at him, and, I'm sure, he would grin back if her could. I whip open the door, letting a cold blast of air brush away flyaways from my face with an elegant finger. Then I'm gone, bolting down the street, with Fausto hot on my heels.

I forgot breakfast. Oh well.