|
|
Post by Joselyn Allaway on Aug 6, 2009 5:37:00 GMT
jos went shopping.
Fuck five AM.
That was really all that Joselyn had to say as she stalked out toward the fields in a bit of a huff. Not that she wasn't frequently up at five AM; indeed, when she managed to get to sleep at a reasonable hour, she often found her eyes open at such a time. But that didn't mean she was pleased to be dressed and ready to freaking run before the crack of fucking dawn. Why on earth she had decided to accept Sebastian's offer of running was beyond her, since she generally abhorred sweaty exercise in all of its forms, but she couldn't just stand him up. That would be rude.
So she had gone shopping and bought shorts and a tee shirt that she would probably never wear again and a pair of Coach sneakers to make herself feel better about the whole thing. At least she would be running in style, even if she would be running in a terrible mood. She was certain that the released endorphins would do nothing but make her crankier.
And now, she was waiting, her could-be-more-attractive Coach sneakers ready for whatever she threw at them [she hoped]. She had broken them in a bit by walking in them the day before, but that may or may not have actually been enough to make them hurt less. Either way, she knew she wouldn't be running too fast, or Sebastian would hear about it more than he should want to afterwards. She might even decide to make him go shopping with her.
She might do that anyway, though, since it was very nearly five AM and he was not yet there. Seriously, shouldn't he have the decency to arrive early to make sure that she was comfortable when she got there? Men. They made everyone wait. Hmph.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sebastian Quinn on Aug 6, 2009 11:37:09 GMT
Obviously Sebastian had not been thinking straight the morning before. The adrenaline rush to his brain from his early exercise had undoubtedly caused a fuzziness of the mind. What was he thinking inviting Joselyn to join him in his morning run routine? Routine was what made him work, and he doubted that any shift in it would be a pleasant experience. As per his expectations, as soon as he finished breakfast yesterday Sebastian had begun to regret his spur of the moment decision to invite the girl. The nutrition in his belly had pushed out all fuzzy thoughts, leaving in it's wake a strange heaviness Sebastian did not like one bit.
But what was done was done. He awoke that morning fresh at a quarter to five; which gave him three minutes for a quick wash, two minutes to dress, and the remaining ten minutes to make his way down to the playing fields. He would arrive at five a.m. sharp, according to his watch (which he always made sure to set to the large grandfather clock standing proud in Somnium's main entrance).
To his surprise he saw Joselyn already waiting for him at the edge of the fields, looking somewhat like a lost (albeit oddly fashionable) sheep in an environment she evidently wasn't used to. She must have arrived early, something Sebastian had not been expecting and, in all honesty, had hoped against. It was his own fault of course, he should have guessed that his inherent persuasiveness would backfire at some point in his life. Once again he cursed his oxygen deprived past self.
"You arrived here early," Sebastian said, making his presence known as he made his way towards Joselyn. "My father used to tell me that one should arrive neither early or late but at the exact time one is suppose to." He looked at his watch just at the minute hand clicked into place upon the number twelve. "But my father said a lot of things." The last sentence held the slightest hint of bitterness, the tiniest sprinkle of resentment, in its lackadaisically spoken syllables.
|
|
|
|
Post by Joselyn Allaway on Aug 8, 2009 21:37:29 GMT
As he approached, Joselyn's mood shifted slightly. Not very much, mind you, but it recognized that he was at least there on time and, thus, made her marginally less cranky. She watched him come over, talking [was it necessary to talk at this hour? Honestly], and just sort of stared in her cool, uninterested way. Really, even as he approached, it did not start to look like a better idea. Running had never been her forte or anything she particularly enjoyed and it wasn't like she enjoyed Sebastian's company enough to put herself through it.
But nonetheless, here she was, preparing to put herself through it...for the company of Sebastian. Which, while the sight of him had previously made her feel a tad better, was making her cranky again now that she thought about it.
"I arrived on time," Joselyn said, feeling like she should have been flipping her hair, but being unable to due to it being pulled back into a tight bun. "You were simply late." She gave him a tightlipped version of her usual smilesmirk, feeling less indulgent today than usual considering the early hour, current company, and impending activity.
"And I'm sure your father does say lots of things," she said, looking a little bored. "Fathers tend to do that. Shall we get this over with?" She lifted an eyebrow, folding her arms over her chest. |
|
|
|
Post by Sebastian Quinn on Aug 11, 2009 20:06:33 GMT
Sebastian did not appreciate Joselyn's lackadaisical demeanour one bit! He was doing her a favour after all. The early hours of the morning was a far nicer time to be awake than the late hours of the night. Sebastian knew that from experience. And not only was he giving her the gift of a sunrise, he was opening her eyes to the simple joys of exercise. In his opinion exercise was a very important activity, if one were fit physically then it was easier to become fit mentally. He didn't know for certain whether that was true but it sure sounded like it ought to be.
"It's not a case of merely 'getting it over with'," Sebastian said, unable to prevent his eyes from rolling. Why had she agreed to come if all she was going to be was negative about the whole thing? But of course real question was why did he actually invite her? Sebastian was still swirling that one around in his cranium.
"Firstly," he said, cracking his knuckles and his neck, "One needs to stretch, otherwise you're likely to pull a muscle." Sebastian began to stretch his own legs as if in demonstration.
"You wouldn't want to pull a muscle would you?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow in almost a mirror image of Joselyn's own expression. "It's terribly unattractive."
Joselyn was one of the few people Sebastian knew that was equally, if not more, vain than himself. Of course he always tried his best to not let people know his vanity. Joselyn, on the other hand, didn't really seem to mind.
|
|
|
|
Post by Joselyn Allaway on Aug 18, 2009 13:00:17 GMT
"Right, right," she said, rolling her eyes as she unfolded her arms. "I'm really excited about this shit and so on and so forth." She waved a dismissive hand in an I-would-continue,-but-you-understand sort of way. At his stretching, she lifted an eyebrow, looking a little bit more amused than she had before. While she didn't particularly like Sebastian, it wasn't like she was opposed to his physical appearance. At all. In the slightest.
"Yeah, I took P.E.," she finally said, bending down to start on her own legs. Joselyn, of course, was all leg and exposed skin, so she supposed that anyone looking was getting a fairly pleasant show, though she couldn't imagine that anyone would be at fivefuckingAM. Although, one never knew. Perhaps the Art teacher liked to run and would be wandering about, though Joselyn was certainly not going to think about that while she felt so unattractive.
"Pulling muscles is all the rage, haven't you heard?" she asked, sounding about as faux-peppy as she could manage while pulling her heel back to her behind to stretch whatever muscle was in her thighs. "And the nurse isn't too shabby looking. I'm sure that could be a fairly enjoyable experience." She was joking, of course, though she looked far more serious than usual due to the circumstances and godforsaken hour.
"And besides, I'm not sure that pulling a muscle would really do anything for you." It was not her best, no, but it was what she could currently come up with. And besides. It felt good to be able to snark at Sebastian. |
|
|
|
Post by Sebastian Quinn on Aug 20, 2009 10:56:38 GMT
Sebastian did not feel any sympathy for Joselyn's current fatigued and unfashionable state. After all he did this every morning, waking up at the crack of dawn to run whilst the air was cold and the grounds were silent. A sense of freedom he couldn't get when the Academy was teeming with its countless teenage drones and incompetent staff members.
Without saying a word be began to run, leaving Joselyn behind mid-stretch. If she wanted to join him then that was her decision, Sebastian was not going to let her impede upon his hour of freedom with her constant supposed witticisms. However he did make sure he was running at a slow pace so as to give her some time to catch up. He wasn't just going to invite the girl here and then leave her in the dust, despite how much her attitude was grating on him at that present time. But then again her attitude was always grating on him.
For the third time in just a mere ten or fifteen minutes Sebastian wondered why the hell he had asked Joselyn to join him.
Maybe because he thought a break in the routine would be healthy. Having company was never a bad policy, at least that's what his father would have advised. Having company made one appear popular, friendly, warm and welcoming. It was just a sad thought to think that perhaps Joselyn was the closest thing Sebastian had to company in the entirety of the Academy. Sighing, he turned his head ever so slightly to see whether she was following him.
|
|
