Post by blacksilver on Oct 25, 2009 22:21:11 GMT -5
Ramiel's feet pounded against the ground of the track, his heart lurched into a faster motion that practically threw it into his mouth. He faintly heard the coach shout Slow down Sorrows, take it eas- The rest was cut off as he sped up faster and father away from the coaches shouting range, he took the warning as a challenge. He pumped his arms and sprinted till his legs started to burn pleasantly, a steady hum of blood rushing in his ears. His shoulder rolled as he shifted from a sprint to a gallop, his legs now leaping over the ground like an animal rather than a human. He watched humans gape at him as he sped by, other moving to get out of the way.
He could even hear the shouting of other kids and the coach as he neared the final lap, his breathing coming in pants and gasps as he pushed himself harder. His body leaned forward and the stinging of tendons snapping against muscle eased him forward, another several rushed breaths and pumping of limbs and he was done. He slowed and stopped as fast as he had started, his lungs grasping for air as his sides heaved. The coach, a blundering bear of a man, lumbered over with worry written plainly on his face.
"Jesus Sorrows! You practically killed yourself out there, you okay?" The man slapped Ramiel on the back, and after a few more pants of air, Ramiel smiled and stood straight. His leg muscles flexed as he paced a bit in place, his rain soaked eyes bright under his dark bangs as he said joyfully, "I'm great! But uh, can I go to the lockers for a sec Coach?" The coach looked a bit bewildered before nodding quickly. Ramiel smiled and bounded off towards the gray building.
The first in the showers, he was glad for today he wouldn't be getting any odd looks from the other guys for not using soap and for showering in freezing water. You see, he didn't use soap because he didn't stink. And he didn't stink because well, horses don't sweat, they lather and foam. Not stinking seemed like a pretty good thing, and he only wished that they would drop the whole 'not using soap' thing.
Pulling off his damp gym clothes and underwear, he padded under one of the shower nozzles. Turning on the cold water, he sighed happily as it ran down his bronze skin and soaked his chocolate hued mane of hair. Standing under the water till he had goose bumps, he turned the water off and shook. The water splattered against the walls of the showers and he didn't even dry himself as he dressed in a thin long sleeve gray sweater and his tattered jeans.
Lacing up his sneakers, he pushed back out into the chilly autumn air. He smiled shyly at some admiring looks, turning a slight shade of pink that he only recently discovered meant embarrassment in humans. His still wet hair chilled his neck as he walked over to the coach. As he peered at the list over the coach's shoulder, he could clearly see his name written at the top. If only it was the same for his other classes, Ramiel sighed.
Sure, he was a pro at running, but a total failure at everything else. He just didn't get human lessons, but running was something born and bred into him. Catch a ball or passing a flying disk took a bit of practice, but he could get a hold of that well enough. If only he could grasp math and history just as easily.
Tucking his hands into his jean pockets, he strolled around the track at a slow pace. He smiled at others who were still running, but only received glares in return. Non of his friends shared this period with him, and they were the only ones that he could successfully communicate with without being judged or picked on. Even the girls that gave him inviting looks he didn't get near, they were all in groups and he didn't work well with groups.
He leaned against a fence as he stopped his strides, his water color gaze lazily milling over the human students who would probably never understand him. They thought he was strange, ha! They weren't normal themselves, if anything, humans were the strangest creatures of all. And he knew that he would never fully understand them either, even if he was now one of them.
[OOC: decided to redo this whole post xP]
He could even hear the shouting of other kids and the coach as he neared the final lap, his breathing coming in pants and gasps as he pushed himself harder. His body leaned forward and the stinging of tendons snapping against muscle eased him forward, another several rushed breaths and pumping of limbs and he was done. He slowed and stopped as fast as he had started, his lungs grasping for air as his sides heaved. The coach, a blundering bear of a man, lumbered over with worry written plainly on his face.
"Jesus Sorrows! You practically killed yourself out there, you okay?" The man slapped Ramiel on the back, and after a few more pants of air, Ramiel smiled and stood straight. His leg muscles flexed as he paced a bit in place, his rain soaked eyes bright under his dark bangs as he said joyfully, "I'm great! But uh, can I go to the lockers for a sec Coach?" The coach looked a bit bewildered before nodding quickly. Ramiel smiled and bounded off towards the gray building.
The first in the showers, he was glad for today he wouldn't be getting any odd looks from the other guys for not using soap and for showering in freezing water. You see, he didn't use soap because he didn't stink. And he didn't stink because well, horses don't sweat, they lather and foam. Not stinking seemed like a pretty good thing, and he only wished that they would drop the whole 'not using soap' thing.
Pulling off his damp gym clothes and underwear, he padded under one of the shower nozzles. Turning on the cold water, he sighed happily as it ran down his bronze skin and soaked his chocolate hued mane of hair. Standing under the water till he had goose bumps, he turned the water off and shook. The water splattered against the walls of the showers and he didn't even dry himself as he dressed in a thin long sleeve gray sweater and his tattered jeans.
Lacing up his sneakers, he pushed back out into the chilly autumn air. He smiled shyly at some admiring looks, turning a slight shade of pink that he only recently discovered meant embarrassment in humans. His still wet hair chilled his neck as he walked over to the coach. As he peered at the list over the coach's shoulder, he could clearly see his name written at the top. If only it was the same for his other classes, Ramiel sighed.
Sure, he was a pro at running, but a total failure at everything else. He just didn't get human lessons, but running was something born and bred into him. Catch a ball or passing a flying disk took a bit of practice, but he could get a hold of that well enough. If only he could grasp math and history just as easily.
Tucking his hands into his jean pockets, he strolled around the track at a slow pace. He smiled at others who were still running, but only received glares in return. Non of his friends shared this period with him, and they were the only ones that he could successfully communicate with without being judged or picked on. Even the girls that gave him inviting looks he didn't get near, they were all in groups and he didn't work well with groups.
He leaned against a fence as he stopped his strides, his water color gaze lazily milling over the human students who would probably never understand him. They thought he was strange, ha! They weren't normal themselves, if anything, humans were the strangest creatures of all. And he knew that he would never fully understand them either, even if he was now one of them.
[OOC: decided to redo this whole post xP]