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Post by mason on Apr 21, 2013 9:48:05 GMT -8
 Jogging. Exercising was all he needed right now, though taking the time to actually change into his work out clothes was better than worrying about the gym membership he had back at home. This was his down time. To actually work out, jog, train for a while to get his mind off of everything. That was easier said than done, He decided to take a break, jog in the park, knowing it would be quiet. But hey, some peace and quiet was what he needed right now.
He looked over to his gym bag and thought about the gym for a second. He knew he could just go for a run to cool down, clear his mind and work out a little later if he still felt the need to. It didn't take him long to change into his work out outfit. He quickly headed out the door and went toward the park, secretly hopeding it'd be quiet and he could get away with just going for a run with no interruptions or distractions. Entering the park was different for Mason but he didn't quite know why. It had the same smell it always had, it looked the same and you heard the same noises you usually did. He assumed it must have just been him, and this place.
He had to admit, Mystic Falls was a vortex of weird. All those people staunchly believing in vampires, ghosts, werewolves, though they had good reason to be afraid of the latter. He was one and knew full well what they were capable of. He jogged along the trail, letting his feet and muscles do the work. He breathed in and out, keeping with the technique he trained for to keep himself from getting winded out. That was next to impossible though with his new enhancements. Maybe when he was twelve, but these days it took a lot to put him down for the count.
As he jogged through the park, he had a look around to see if anyone was close by. It seemed as though nobody left this town. That wasn't entirely true, a few did, though they kept coming back in droves. What was it about this place? The way they loved it though and revered it's traditions seemed like a page out of what could be the horror movie version of Pleasantville.
It was his body that was doing most of the work. The rest naturally followed suit. As in shape as he was, he wasn't worried too much about the cold so he'd opted for only a light jacket. He didn't want to admit it, because he didn't want to be nostalgic about a place he planned to free from, but this place was actually beautiful in the late fall and early winter. He was glad the weather was good though, as it would have been a real downer to run in the snow, sleet, or rain. Not to mention the fact that he would freeze his ass off.
His music was on shuffle and he was enjoying that as he ran, taking in whatever scenery he could as it flew by him. Perhaps he was paying too much attention to the things around him rather than the area in front of him, because the next thing he knew, he'd collided into another person. He took a couple of careful steps backward and offered his hand. "Oh, uh... sorry I wasn't - wasn't looking. Are you okay?" His voice was concern mixed with it's usual tones.
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Post by claire on May 5, 2013 20:48:58 GMT -8
 One week, three days, and 10 hours. That was how long she had been in barren wasteland they called a town and it was already turning out to be one of her worst nightmares... It was only morning and she already needed a drink. If it were any other day, Claire would have been sitting in the front seat of her red BMW but unfortunately someone in her family had learned how to be a parent overnight and she had lost her car privileges. Her parents didn’t care so why did her aunt and uncle have to? She had skipped more than half of her classes and had gotten 3 speeding tickets since she had come to Mystic Falls but it’s not like that behaviour was new for her. This town was too small... Claire hated it. The noses (or lack thereof), the smells... the people alone were enough to drive others away. Everyone was so nosey and so superstitious and everywhere you went people were whispering something about mythological creatures and pointing fingers. Her aunt was a Fell. Claire knew the stories of the creatures that living in this town. It wouldn’t have surprised Claire in the least if she had come home and been doused in holy water by her aunt to banish whatever demon “controlled her actions”. Living in this tiny town was like being stuffed into a ten by ten box with the Addams family.
This town was a lost cause. Her parents had sent her to live in this hell hole as punishment and it was here that she would rot... Lucky they had a few places to get a little liquid courage to make the stay a little more tolerable.
Claire walked through the park with her coffee cup and cell phone in hand. Without her car, Claire had been force to walk to school and she definitely did not want to take her uncle up on his offer to take her there himself (just to make sure she went.) It seemed like everyone had failed to notice that she was a big girl and she could take care of herself. Since her brother had died people treated her like she was made of glass; one wrong move and she would break and shatter into a million pieces. Sometimes she was sure she was already broken. Being the daughter of a U.S. Senator and a French model had put her in the limelight (not that she ever had a choice in whether or not she wanted to be there) and she had been pushed out of her childhood a long time ago. Dealing with her brother’s death has pushed her even farther. She had taken to alcohol, drugs, men… everything that was bad for her, she had sought comfort in. A year later all her bad choices had become habits and no matter how hard she tried to pick herself up, something would stop her and she would spiral down once more.
As Claire walked, her fingers typed furiously at the keypad on her cell phone. She had been so engrossed with her phone that she had forgotten about the coffee from the local café that she held in her hand until she had dropped it and it splashed all down her leg. Luckily for her it had been a warm enough day that she had worn shorts but, no so luckily for her, her coral suede pumps where now ruined. ”Shit…” Claire cursed trying to wipe the coffee off with her hands. As she went to stand back up something hit her, hard, knocking her off her feet and onto the ground.
“Seriously…” Claire muttered, picking up her phone and grabbing the man’s hand so he could help pull her to her feet. “Why don’t you watch where you are going?” She snapped, brushing off her palm and flinching slightly as she moved pieces of gravel that had lodged itself into the palm of her hand, causing it to bleed. “Great… Thank you for that,” She said sarcastically to the man before turning on her heel to leave. tagged; ---
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