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Post by Carmen Eistir on Aug 24, 2016 15:23:02 GMT -6
"i'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky" | Five minutes of dynamic stretches and warming exercises, fifteen minutes of unaltered light jogging. Ten minutes of altered weight jogging; increasing weight slowly and as high as can be maintained comfortably while jogging normally. Fifteen more minutes of unaltered light jogging, transition to brisk and then leisurely walk for ten more minutes. Five more minutes of light stretching, allowing heart rate to return to resting. Repeat if time permits, allowing two hours leg rest between sessions, up to four times a day unless planning to run consecutive days.
This would be Carmen’s third run today; a means to filling her weekends, like many of her training routines were when she put them together. Sometimes she’d have company here, from other students who were in a mind to run instead of spar for their exercise. Usually not, as fighting and firing guns were more entertaining ways to pass time. She didn’t mind if they joined her on runs or not; it wasn’t exactly an activity that facilitated networking. She probably wasn’t trying hard enough if she could still carry a conversation while the others couldn’t.
She hadn’t even gotten the names of the older and younger students who ran with her yet; not that she’d tried particularly hard. Oh well.
Twilight was setting as she settled into the latter half of routine; a once clear and sunny day slowly making its way to night as it always did, bringing with it a slightly chill wind otherwise absent up till now. Carmen wouldn’t have minded if it’d rained for a period; she liked it when it rained, especially on hot days when the exercise felt more taxing; but she wouldn’t complain about not having any tonight. It wasn’t like temperate showers were in short supply on Vytal Academy grounds, or that anyone would stop her using her own for an hour after this.
That seemed as good idea as any to finish off the weekends training. She pressed on.
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Post by Ara Eisold on Aug 25, 2016 13:45:59 GMT -6
[attr="class","notafraid"] [attr="class","naimg"] [attr="class","naimgborder"] [attr="class","nalyrics"]Mirror, tell me something
tell me who's the loneliest of all? [attr="class","nabody"]The evening was, by all counts, Ara’s favorite time of the day. It was never too hot, never too cold, and the gentle breeze that often swept through the city from the beach was nothing short of perfect. Ara had spent most of the day off at the beach, as she often did whenever she had the chance to be alone. From one end of the ropes, to the next, Ara committed herself to several laps in the water before a slight cramp summoned her to shore. Flopping against the sand, she spent several minutes staring off into the horizon, observing the sun as it began its slow descent. Part of her wondered where it went. Remnant, at least to her, felt like it was a lot bigger than school maps made it seem. Time for a conspiracy theory: was there another side to their world? The thought of such things stirred up anxious excitement, and Ara found herself daydreaming about adventuring to the “other side of the world” in an effort to uncover the mysteries. The odds of such a world existing were, of course, very slim. However, Ara couldn’t help but shake the idea. With a quick yawn, Ara crawled to her feet, deciding to head to the woman’s locker room - located conveniently near the pool and track area. She kept a towel wrapped around her slender frame, shivering in the cool night air as she walked. Perhaps she should have been better prepared? Then again, there wasn’t much fun to be had in always being ready for everything. She’d make the best of her situation. Finally reaching the locker room, Ara zoomed over to the showers, settling in the stall that looked cleanest. The water shocked her at first, being rather cold to the touch. However, it quickly warmed, and with that she stuck her head under the constant stream. Now, if only life hadn’t been so overwhelmingly boring. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.notafraid]width:460px;background:#fefefe;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimg]background:url('http://ultraimg.com/images/2016/08/10/1xss.jpg');width:400px;height:200px;margin-top:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimgborder]width:375px;height:175px;border:4px #fefefe solid;background:transparent;margin-top:-191px;[/newclass] [newclass=.nalyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.nabody]width:400px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;color:#888;[/newclass] [newclass=.natag]font-size:9px;color:#aaa;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Carmen Eistir on Aug 25, 2016 21:05:19 GMT -6
"i'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky" | Ten minutes. The last major sparring match had just finished as she passed, and people were starting their wind down exercising. Five minutes. The area was clearing out at this point; weary fighters and sore armed gunners retreating home for the night as the chill set in. Zero. Everyone had apparently moved quickly, as by the time Carmen had slowed herself out of her jog into a walk, the place had become desolate. Was it really that cold tonight?
She supposed it might be, for those that’d stood around watching instead of participating.
The breeze cut into her suddenly; forcing cooled but sweaty fabric taut against her back briefly, and eliciting a shiver in response; and she decided that she probably didn’t want to walk home like this. The locker room would have to do, then; she could finish her walk on the way, stretch herself out inside and then decide from there. Did she still have a gym bag of spare clothing in one of the lockers? It wouldn’t have been the first time she forgot one.
It didn’t take long for Carmen to find her way inside; and it was rather hard to miss the fact someone else was still around, with the sound of water emanating from the shower stalls. That settled it, she supposed; might as well use one of the school showers tonight, and hope she could find something to change into after she was done. She didn’t really want to deal with how weird sweaty clothes felt when you took them off and put them back on again.
She had no idea why they felt like that. Did it even actually matter?
Taking some moments to work through her layers of clothing and piling them into a random locker, she bounded her way across the aisles and into her own shower stall.
She wasn’t expecting it to be as cold as it was.
“Fuck,” was the only distinguishable word in the stream of noise that resulted from her finding out. |
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Post by Ara Eisold on Aug 28, 2016 8:21:43 GMT -6
[attr="class","notafraid"] [attr="class","naimg"] [attr="class","naimgborder"] [attr="class","nalyrics"]Mirror, tell me something
tell me who's the loneliest of all? [attr="class","nabody"]Keeping track of time at that point was, by all counts, impossible. The warmth of the water, paired with the feeling of it pounding against her skin, was almost hypnotic in a sense. Ara stared down at the floor of the stall, watching in a trance as water swirled down the drain. Inhaling sharply, she let out a drawn out breath before tilting her head up towards the ceiling with a yawn. It had been a long day. Not only had her studies burned her out, but her incessant need to push herself beyond those she surrounded herself with led to hours of tormenting training that - honestly - she probably would do without. Cupping her hands together, Ara dragged her palms over her face, trailing down her cheeks before following the curve of her neck. Another yawn, this one quicker, escaped her. Then, much to the blue-haired girl’s surprise, the sound of someone else entering the locker room echoed in the otherwise empty building. Curiously, she peeked through the curtain that granted her the necessary privacy, trying to catch a glance at whoever had entered. God forbid it was some pervert. Instead, it was a young woman who appeared to be her age, entering the room post-workout. With a sigh of relief, Ara retreated to the safety and privacy of her stall, leaning tiredly against the cool tile wall. Her unexpected company seemed to have the same idea, eventually making her way to her own shower stall and starting the water. Ara waited quietly to see how she responded to the initial cold burst to flow through the pipes, almost holding her breath with anticipation. “Fuck.” Her voice echoed, causing Ara to snort quietly under her breath. She peeked over the edge of the stall, standing on her toes just high enough to get a look at the girl from the nose up. “It’ll warm up, trust me.” She assured the girl, her hidden smile made known by the slight squint in her eyes. “Gave me quite a startle when I first started it up, too.”[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.notafraid]width:460px;background:#fefefe;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimg]background:url('http://ultraimg.com/images/2016/08/10/1xss.jpg');width:400px;height:200px;margin-top:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimgborder]width:375px;height:175px;border:4px #fefefe solid;background:transparent;margin-top:-191px;[/newclass] [newclass=.nalyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.nabody]width:400px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;color:#888;[/newclass] [newclass=.natag]font-size:9px;color:#aaa;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Carmen Eistir on Aug 28, 2016 11:50:51 GMT -6
"i'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky" | Carmen did her best to avoid the water now cascading out of the shower head; which wasn’t an easy prospect, considering the size of the stalls; until she eventually compromised and stood by the entryway, leaving her legs to the assault until it finally warmed up. She rested her head on the stalls divider, sighing and looking over at her newly active company as she was peeking over and out of her own stall. “Could have warned me sooner love; feel like I’m getting knifed in the shins right now.”
Not that Carmen knew what being knifed in the shins would actually feel like; who’d aim for the shins anyway? She was sure not even little people were short enough that they’d only be able to get you in the shins. She shifted her balance, uncomfortable at the thought regardless, and settled her weight onto the opposite leg. The water wasn’t as icily cold now as compared to before, but she still wouldn’t have judged it warm enough for her to be comfortable standing under it for any length of time.
She wasn’t exactly lacking in time to wait, since she had something to do in the meantime. “So who’re you, anyway? Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”
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Post by Ara Eisold on Aug 28, 2016 17:00:23 GMT -6
[attr="class","notafraid"] [attr="class","naimg"] [attr="class","naimgborder"] [attr="class","nalyrics"]Mirror, tell me something
tell me who's the loneliest of all? [attr="class","nabody"]Confused, Ara blinked repeatedly at the girl due to her response. Knifed in the shins? What did that even mean? Smiling awkwardly, she did her best to laugh off the peculiarity of the situation. “Yeah, sorry.” She said, lightly tapping her nails against the tile surface of the stall wall. “Guess it didn’t really cross my mind when you got settled in.” Flicking her wet hair from her eyes, Ara wiped beaded sweat from the heat off her face as the girl asked who she was. She was right to not recognize her, and Ara in turn didn’t think she knew the girl either. “My name is Ara. Ara Eisold.” She said, introducing herself. “Sophomore, from Setek.” Finishing with a wave, Ara awkwardly looked off to the side before glancing back at the stranger. “So, uh, how about you?” She inquired, doing her best to make a bit of conversation. “What’s your name?” Steam from the two showers began to fill the locker room, most likely due to the cool air outside lingering in and mixing with the heat from within. It made keeping her eye on the stranger more difficult than she liked. Ara hated when she couldn’t keep an eye on people - especially ones she had just met. Hopefully, though, this conversation kept moving - and safely at that. You never really knew what strangers were capable of until certain circumstances presented themselves. For all she knew, this girl could was a dangerous person. A funny thought, really - sharing a shower room with a dangerous person. The thought made her giggle quietly, covering her mouth in an attempt to hide the smile that accompanied the laugh. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.notafraid]width:460px;background:#fefefe;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimg]background:url('http://ultraimg.com/images/2016/08/10/1xss.jpg');width:400px;height:200px;margin-top:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimgborder]width:375px;height:175px;border:4px #fefefe solid;background:transparent;margin-top:-191px;[/newclass] [newclass=.nalyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.nabody]width:400px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;color:#888;[/newclass] [newclass=.natag]font-size:9px;color:#aaa;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Carmen Eistir on Aug 28, 2016 20:13:30 GMT -6
"i'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky" | Carmen thought being knifed in the shins would be an easy enough thing to understand, even if she’d never personally had it happen either. It was getting better, whatever the feeling she’d tried describing before was, as the water seemed to warm enough to be useable. She backed into the stream slowly, removing her head from the divider as she did to put it directly under. “Fffucking hell,” she muttered with a sign under breath, drooping slightly until she suddenly straightened back out and made to move her hair out of her face.
“Carmen Eistir,” she responded, drifting her way back out so she didn’t have water rushing by her ears. “Also Sophomore, though from Pinnacle myself.” She crossed her arms on the divider, and settled her head back more comfortably then before. The steam wasn’t bothering her in the slightest, it seemed, as she kept a fairly steady gaze on the shorter girl who could just peak from over her own stall. Which seemed rather odd to Carmen, and she wasn’t the sort to keep the thought under her hat. Not that she was wearing it currently.
“You sure you’re a Sophomore? ‘Cause I wouldn’t have guessed just from looking; seem a bit young for it to me.”
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Post by Ara Eisold on Sept 1, 2016 11:09:24 GMT -6
[attr="class","notafraid"] [attr="class","naimg"] [attr="class","naimgborder"] [attr="class","nalyrics"]Mirror, tell me something
tell me who's the loneliest of all? [attr="class","nabody"]Fighting off the little chuckle fit from the girl’s reaction to the water. What was she expecting, anyway? Ara instead smiled slightly, her left eyebrow perking upward. Her new acquaintance then introduced herself as Carmen Eistir, a name Ara was rather unfamiliar with. It appeared that the two of them knew little about one another, but that didn’t really surprise her. Vytal Academy was a big place, and the island as a whole was massive for containing one city. To know every single person was likely impossible, so Ara could only imagine the kind of trouble the Headmistress got into when trying to remember names and faces. “Pinnacle, huh?” Ara replied, gently tapping her face with her right index finger. “What’s it like way out there, anyway? I hear it’s a little…rustic, I guess?” This could be complete hogwash, but it was all she had heard. Pinnacle was known for its smaller buildings, but the nightlife is where the Eastern Kingdom truly stood out. Casinos, clubs - you name it, Pinnacle likely had it. Of course, then there were the Ceyla Monasteries - one of the oldest settlements on the planet. It was here the Kingdom got most of its direction, with the citizens often approaching the monks for guidance. Did Carmen ever consider being a priestess there? Ara stared at her for a moment, trying to picture the young woman in front of her living the life of a monk. The very idea of it made her snort as she chuckled under her breath. Ara’s otherwise cheerful expression was wiped away by the question of her current year. “Of course I’m sure I’m a Sophomore!” She snapped back, her face a little red from the frustration. Such questions often caused her to experience the proverbial blood boil, but she did her best to remain calm while speaking to this girl - this Carmen Eistir. “I’ve been told I look younger before.” She said with a huff. “But rest assured, I’m eighteen years old and attending my second year of the Academy.” It hadn’t occurred to her that Carmen was a few inches taller than she was. “I guess I am a little short compared to some people though, huh?” She murmured, hiding her face behind the stall wall in an effort to hide her embarrassed red face. “Damn.”[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.notafraid]width:460px;background:#fefefe;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimg]background:url('http://ultraimg.com/images/2016/08/10/1xss.jpg');width:400px;height:200px;margin-top:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimgborder]width:375px;height:175px;border:4px #fefefe solid;background:transparent;margin-top:-191px;[/newclass] [newclass=.nalyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.nabody]width:400px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;color:#888;[/newclass] [newclass=.natag]font-size:9px;color:#aaa;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Carmen Eistir on Sept 12, 2016 10:01:00 GMT -6
"i'm ready for the change, meet me in blue sky" | Carmen’s showers were always warm when she got to them; a perk of house life? Potentially, though she’d not known the phenomena to occur much before she came here. In fact, it’d never happened before she came to Vytal, except as recourse for being after someone else in the showers; she supposed they bore the brunt of a cold morning in her stead. As far as knowing each other went, it probably would have been easier if they hadn’t come from opposite ends of the world.
The fliers of Pinnacle, and the nobles of Setek. Neither of their families was exactly obscure, when it came to their own cities. Speaking of – rustic?
“First time I’ve heard it described as rustic, since people usually only come for the gaudy shit,” she closed her eyes, and rolled her head to one side. “Though the Ceyla guys are pretty bare bones, I guess. My family lives on the mountain, so my house is kind of rural too.” She rolled her head the other way, and went to looking at the white mop through half-lidded eyes. She barely stirred as the mop got more excitable and agitated, picking out the red of her face periodically. A little short.
“Shortest person I know~” she teased, glossing over the girls obvious problem with her own height as she found the order of her revelations funny enough. "Almost like... what are they called again? Usually have one when you're young..." |
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Post by Ara Eisold on Sept 15, 2016 10:21:39 GMT -6
[attr="class","notafraid"] [attr="class","naimg"] [attr="class","naimgborder"] [attr="class","nalyrics"]Mirror, tell me something
tell me who's the loneliest of all? [attr="class","nabody"] “Shortest person I know." The girl teased, causing Ara’s eye to slightly twitch with frustration. "Almost like... what are they called again? Usually have one when you're young..." The blue-haired girl let out a loud, aggravated puff of breath, grabbing onto the edge of the wall to tug herself up to get a better look at the other girl’s face. “You mean like a GROWTH SPURT?” She said with almost a hiss, her face red and her brow furrowed. It had been a long time since Ara had gotten this upset at someone, especially someone that she didn’t know - and especially over something as mundane as her height. With a sigh, Ara lowered herself to feet, now more embarrassed than she was angry. “Sorry.” She murmured, turning for a moment to turn the heat up in her shower. “I don’t take too kindly to people poking fun at my height. It’s, like, really annoying.” Leaning back against the stall wall, Ara debated on whether to continue conversing with this girl or cutting their chat short. It was probably starting to get late, and the journey back home was long in comparison to those who stayed on campus. Still, Ara would be lying if she tried to say there wasn’t an appeal to hanging around. Carmen was someone new, someone she had never met before. That, and she wasn’t the fondest of her housemates just yet. “So, what do you do, Carmen?” Ara inquired, making a half-assed attempt at keeping the conversation rolling. “Like other than school, what do you do?” - she paused for a moment to chuckle - “Hobbies and all that?”[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.notafraid]width:460px;background:#fefefe;border:1px solid #eee;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimg]background:url('http://ultraimg.com/images/2016/08/10/1xss.jpg');width:400px;height:200px;margin-top:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.naimgborder]width:375px;height:175px;border:4px #fefefe solid;background:transparent;margin-top:-191px;[/newclass] [newclass=.nalyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.nabody]width:400px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;color:#888;[/newclass] [newclass=.natag]font-size:9px;color:#aaa;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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