[open!] Circles, we goin' in circles.

[AMBRIELLE LYNNA EALY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him --------------- ! ) words: dunno tagged: open Notes: nopes. Running was Elle's escape. She loved to get out on the track and lose herself in the rythmn of her heart pounding in time with her feet on the asphault. At home, she had been one of the stars of the track team. She usually ran solo races, but her friends had convinced her to try the 4x100. She didn't have very long legs, but she could move quickly. Though she was good at it, competition wasn't one of her favorite things. She much preferred to just run for the hell of it. The burn of her lungs and legs made her feel wholely alive. Alive in ways that she didn't feel otherwise. Elle let out a soft sigh as she stretched her hamstrings out. Her coach had always told her not to stretch before a run, but she didn't feel as fluid if she didn't. Finally, she bent to re-tie her shoelaces before starting her five mile circut. Mondays and Fridays were the days that she pushed herself for the whole five miles. Other days, she focused on sprints or agility training. When her shoes were laced to perfection, she pressed the play button on her iPod. She made special mixes for her excercise time. Usually it was full of songs that she wouldn't normally listen to otherwise. Taking a deep breath, Elle took off. She set out to pace herself. When she had just started out, she had tried to finish as quickly as possible. After the first two miles she had a sidestich and no oxygen. She had definitely learned her lesson since then. Slow and steady most definitely wins the endurance race. During the summer, she loved to run outside. However, since it was winter she found herself indoors more often than not. She hated to run in pants. Something about them restricted her movement. She closed her eyes for a few moments, imagining that she was flying. Her fantasy as a girl had always been just that. If she could sprout wings and just take off, she would never complain again. There was something dismal about the Athletics Center. Though everything was state-of-the-art, she didn't get the friendly vibe that she got at her gym back home. Nobody here knew her. Nobody was aware of her acomplishments in track. Sometimes she felt that was a blessing, but at other times she just felt invisible. After the settlement, Elle had dropped track. She didn't like the feel of letting others down, but she wanted to focus more on her academics than her extra curriculars. After a while, most people had forgotten that she used to be somebody. Elle finished her first mile in a little under nine minutes. It was faster than she usually tried to make, but she didn't feel like she needed to slow down. Her lungs had acclimated to the increased need, and her legs were beginning to warm. She felt like she was on fire, burning a scarlet streak across the track. She felt like she could shed her skin at any moment and become something more than human, more than this. It was a good feeling. She found herself smiling, reveling in the feel of the exertion. coming soon. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO Image by Marissa at Caution 2.0

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[SEBASTIAN LOUIS VANLEER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] i'll be your everything , Growing up, the eldest of the Vanleer siblings had always been rather sporty. Sebastian covered all bases like that - athletic, smart, polite - he was supposed to be the whole package. The guy you brought home to meet your parents, the kind that grandmothers love but friends thought were too good to be true. Maybe there was some merit in that, the sophomore had a tendency to get a bit conceited at times, meddle in other people's lives, his sister could attest to that. He would rather focus on the better qualities, though, who wouldn't want to? For years he had been put on a pedestal, though it wasn't without hard work that he got there. Seb had been practically bred to be that way, his mother and father supporting nothing but. He was expected to do his best in school and play sports to boot, taking all the opportunities that came his way. Not that he minded that much. The boy avoided the dumb jock stereotype the best he could during high school, but college was a different story. He found himself too busy with schooling, trying to take all the classes he could possibly get into his schedule. That didn't leave a whole lot of time for basketball on the side. Student athletes were fine and all, but it's not like he needed the scholarship and he didn't love the sport enough to stick with it. Sebastian was almost glad to be able to put his entire focus onto his studies, he had always been a bit on the nerdy side, though one might not expect it by first impressions. His dad seemed to dislike his son giving up on it. Well, the Omega didn't like to think of it as giving up, per say, more like refocusing his energy. Still, it wasn't like his father could argue with him trying to do better with his grades in university. Even so, it seemed like he was still doing something wrong in the eyes of the man while Issy could fly under the radar and get away with pretty much anything with the bat of her eyelashes. He supposed the criticism his sister got from mom that he avoided evened that out... but that was a whole different story. Seb might have not been as active as he was a year or two back, but he didn't want to end up some balding lawyer with a gut that got out of breath climbing up a flight of stairs. That wasn't attractive. He viewed running as a sort of necessary evil, the Omega didn't quite enjoy it, but didn't dislike it either. Occasionally he viewed it as a nuisance and that other things would be a much better use of time, but mostly it was a much needed break and stress reliever. Winter time in San Fransisco was nothing compared to back in New York, but the athletic center at LCU did provide some shelter from the rain and cooler temperatures. The track there was more convenient than going all over town anyways. So it was to the athletic center that Sebastian headed, jogging slowly the first few laps, passing by another person or two on the lanes. He didn't recognize them, but wasn't bothered by it much. Running wasn't exactly the time to socialize, now was it? However, he couldn't quite resist the urge to speak up as he watched a girl pass him for about the second time. He vaguely recognized her, maybe one of his sister's friends? Nah, a sorority pledge that had come by an Omega event was probably more like it. Either way, his speed was seriously lacking in comparison, or she was just that good. The sophomore picked up the pace a bit to become even with her, glancing over and silently raising an eyebrow. He got faster, just enough to pull slightly ahead, wordlessly challenging her to some sort of race. She would probably crush him, but he needed a challenge. credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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