Post by Remus Wolfe on Jun 21, 2009 13:13:09 GMT
Remus stared out the window of his suite, gazing down upon the grounds. His dark eyes turned up to survey the sky. Dark angry thunderheads had begun to collect over the school, threatening to open up at any time and drench the grounds. While it may have deterred anyone else from outdoor activities, Remus certainly had no qualms about the distinct possibility of getting soaked. He had only been here for a short time, and was hardly accustomed to the grounds, but that would come in time.
Raising his thick arms above his head, he stretched out, his back releasing a little pop before he relaxed and turned from the window to seek out his running attire. Remus wrenched open a stubborn drawer, growling at it a bit, making a mental note for the one hundredth time that he needed to repair it, least the drawer get a one way ticket out the window in a fit of frustration. Donning a pair of basketball shorts, the US NAVY logo emblazoned on the left calf, a deep green tank top and his pair of reasonably new running sneakers, Remus made his way out of his suite, and down the hall.
It was early, too early. Most of the children would probably be asleep still, leaving former Lt. Wolfe to run alone. Not that he minded. He ran alone ninety nine percent of the time no matter where he was. As he walked to the track, he swiveled his head around, surveying the grounds with his customary critical eye. Nothing seemed to be out of place as he arrived at the track. Stepping up onto the red macadam, he leaned down, his dog tags clinking together as he tied up his shoes. Standing back up straight, Remus cast a glance to the dormitories a slight smirk on his face as he stretched briefly. He silently thanked the headmaster for hiring him; otherwise he would still be bumming around England. He still felt like a foreigner, his thick American accent clashed with the suave English accents making him feel out of place. It would take some getting used to, but silently Remus hoped that he could find a place for himself here. He had already begun to think of these children as his own. Due to his unwavering dedication to the Navy, Remus had missed out on children of his own. It was strange to feel attached to a place, but he could not deny that he felt some pull to remain at the academy.
Finishing his stretching, Wolfe began to run. His sneakers pounded on the pavement as he ran hard, the dog tags jingling at his barrel chest merrily. He had always been athletic, and planned to stay so until the day he died. As he ran, beads of sweat began to form on his brow, his arms pumping as he pushed himself further. He glanced up as he began to feel a bit more moisture than normal upon his frame. The heavy thunderclouds had begun to release their content.
A moment later, the skies opened up, the rain gushing down from the heavens. Remus’ shoes squished as he ran around the track through the drenching rain. He swished a hand through his short dark hair, seeking to relieve himself from the dripping for a moment, but it was raining too hard for his effort to be of any use. A grin spread across his face, the rain refreshing as he ran harder. Wolfe was oddly giddy this morning.
Raising his thick arms above his head, he stretched out, his back releasing a little pop before he relaxed and turned from the window to seek out his running attire. Remus wrenched open a stubborn drawer, growling at it a bit, making a mental note for the one hundredth time that he needed to repair it, least the drawer get a one way ticket out the window in a fit of frustration. Donning a pair of basketball shorts, the US NAVY logo emblazoned on the left calf, a deep green tank top and his pair of reasonably new running sneakers, Remus made his way out of his suite, and down the hall.
It was early, too early. Most of the children would probably be asleep still, leaving former Lt. Wolfe to run alone. Not that he minded. He ran alone ninety nine percent of the time no matter where he was. As he walked to the track, he swiveled his head around, surveying the grounds with his customary critical eye. Nothing seemed to be out of place as he arrived at the track. Stepping up onto the red macadam, he leaned down, his dog tags clinking together as he tied up his shoes. Standing back up straight, Remus cast a glance to the dormitories a slight smirk on his face as he stretched briefly. He silently thanked the headmaster for hiring him; otherwise he would still be bumming around England. He still felt like a foreigner, his thick American accent clashed with the suave English accents making him feel out of place. It would take some getting used to, but silently Remus hoped that he could find a place for himself here. He had already begun to think of these children as his own. Due to his unwavering dedication to the Navy, Remus had missed out on children of his own. It was strange to feel attached to a place, but he could not deny that he felt some pull to remain at the academy.
Finishing his stretching, Wolfe began to run. His sneakers pounded on the pavement as he ran hard, the dog tags jingling at his barrel chest merrily. He had always been athletic, and planned to stay so until the day he died. As he ran, beads of sweat began to form on his brow, his arms pumping as he pushed himself further. He glanced up as he began to feel a bit more moisture than normal upon his frame. The heavy thunderclouds had begun to release their content.
A moment later, the skies opened up, the rain gushing down from the heavens. Remus’ shoes squished as he ran around the track through the drenching rain. He swished a hand through his short dark hair, seeking to relieve himself from the dripping for a moment, but it was raining too hard for his effort to be of any use. A grin spread across his face, the rain refreshing as he ran harder. Wolfe was oddly giddy this morning.