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Post by june on Jan 18, 2007 16:40:26 GMT -8
Hear ye, hear ye, today is the beginning of an old tradition of a sport that has been admired and respected through the ages. It was none other than track and field, originating some time ago, and being a well known sport to show off your speed, strength, and endurance, it is the perfect sport that has a little bit of everything for all types of people!
June herself was even on the track team, why you might ask? Well, you see she got in trouble with a certain teacher, but he said, "Hey, I'll let you off the hook, but only if you join the track team." Stupid yes, but true, and thus why June was on it. She was doing sprints because her endurance was crummy, and she would never last long running long distance. Her speed was decent, well enough to get herself on the team to practice and evolve the trait.
She had to wear lots and lots of sunscreen to be honest, being an albino and all, but there she was, on the field ready to get down and dirty with it! She walked over to the coach, this was the first practice of the track season, and with that said, she had joined the team at the right time! She was wearing a white t-shirt, and black sweat pants, ready to work out doing those sprints like crazy! It was bound to be entertaining!
Standing out in the middle of the track looking around, and waiting for the day to start, June scanned around to see who else might be there, ready to join the team with her! Ladies and gentlemen, let the games of track & field begin!
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jan 18, 2007 17:34:17 GMT -8
Suicides...
Only one word ran through her mind when she came out of the equipment shack, holding cones in her hand that were numbered 1-10. Stepping into the gym - since it's cold outside, and there's frost and a high chance of slipping - she set up the first cone on the black line, then on the red line, then on the yellow, the white, half court, the far white line, the far yellow, the far red line and full court. Dusting herself off, she knew that the people would most likely be outside for practice, but today, it would be inside. For the first practice in 552, they would start off with something simple, yet challenging. And, as Mitsuki being captain of the little group, she would join in on them and suffer with them. Something she learned from her brother; he would suffer with Mitsuki - when he pushed her limits, he pushed his own as well.
They were doing suicides today, to build up their endurance. After suicides, they would head out over into the hall and run around that one long hallway with steps going up and down. It would be a light jog, but you would have to push yourself to keep the same pace going up the stairs, and make sure you don't speed up when going down.
Making her way outside, wearing long, navy blue sweats and a long sleeved black shirt, a whistle around her neck and a notebook and pen in hand. When she was outside, no one was there, other than an albino girl, which she soon noticed later on.
"Practice will be inside today. I'm Mitsuki, your coach."
She started walking back towards the gym, giving a small wave to follow, and jot something down on the notebook and ripped the paper out.
"TRACK PRACTICE IS INSIDE THE GYM"
She would hold the door open for the girl, and when the door closed, she would stick the paper inbetween so that it stuck out more on the outside than the inside. Dropping her things against the wall, she turned towards the girl, then up at the clock. If anyone was going to be joining, they better hurry up.
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Post by june on Jan 19, 2007 16:22:49 GMT -8
"Fun..."
June said under her breath, wondering why in the hell they couldn't of informed her earlier about this. She dragged along behind the coach, she seemed awfully young to be coaching, but hey, not June's fault, this school was weird. The mask though, why a mask? Yet another thing that June could not comment on. This school was weird. All she could do was follow her to the gym, no point in commenting, she might get all angry, and show her long lost hidden emotions. This school was weird.
Finally she was there, inside the gym, nice warmth, and the power to avoid the all mighty enemy, the sun! June gave a simple, 'thanks' that escaped out of her lips, but she didn't really say it loud enough for that of average hearing to pick up. Mitsuki would have to know how to read lips to figure out what she said, or have super hearing, either one. She could have it though, this school was weird. June wouldn't bother with introductions on her own part later, most likely she would need to sign up anyways, so she would officially on the team. Unless this girl could memorize everyone, which was probably possible. This school was weird. Plus, nobody really seemed to be there yet, besides the random side characters of any good story that were just there to help advance a story line in case there was nobody to rely on.
You would expect this to be some sort of Role Playing story or something at the way things are going. This school is weird.
June made her way into the gym, looking all around, wondering if practice was going to start soon, or if any one else was going to join them. She imagined a bunch of thugs coming in last second to try and rape them all, after all, for the time being the majority of them were females. This school was weird.
Well, if there was one thing June has picked up from all of this for the time being, it would have to be...
This school is weird.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jan 20, 2007 7:21:15 GMT -8
There were three other people (NPC's) who joined in on the track team, and because it was the first day, she would not be taking attendance. She didn't hear the girl say anything to her, since she simply could not hear her quiet like tone. Her eyes shifted over once again to the clock on the wall and noted that she would stop waiting. It was time for practice to start.
"Names, please."
If it was only four people, names wouldn't be hard to memorize. The first three were Mandy, Alyssa and John. She turned over to the albino looking girl, waiting for her to speak her name. Once done, she would line everyone up and turn towards the cones and back to the four people she would run with for the day.
"Today we're working on building a stronger stamina. You run to the first cone, then run back to this black line. You run to the second cone, then back to the black line, the third cone, and back, fourth, and etc. Granted, this will probably be the only day you'll ever go through suicides in track."
With a pause, those who already knew of suicides gave a groan.
"Today we'll run about six or seven suicides, however, the goal I want you to really think about is your speed. How fast do you think you can go through six suicides without slowing down or speeding up? Think about it. For now though, stretch out your muscles so they won't feel as sore once this is over."
Next to the notebook and pen would be a backpack with a small cooler inside it - she brought Gadorade and bottled water for the end of the track, knowing that they will all be very thirsty. Having already stretched out, Mitsuki already knew of a decent pace she'd go at. She also already knew that one of the members would try over achieving and show off that maybe they can go fast the whole six suicides. Though, that might be impossible because the usual suicides were just running the length of the floor in short sprints from foul line to baseline, half-court to baseline, the other foul line to baseline, and finally baseline to baseline. Mitsuki, on the other hand, added in cones just to see how it would go. Instead of short sprints, it would be a steady jog, or however the person ran.
It would also keep the runner thinking on how fast they have to go, considering they have to slow down in order to turn to move to the next line.
Funnn...
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Post by june on Jan 20, 2007 14:30:27 GMT -8
"June."
Seriously, didn't they need last names too? Oh well, no point in asking, it wasn't really June's problem for the most part, so she could just deal with it the way that it was for the time being. When it came to what Mitsuki was explaining, a sudden widening of the eyes began to happen on June's face, you see, she had no stamina at all, and would most likely be found lying on the ground dead before the practice was over now. No wonder the teacher forced her to join the track team, it was WORSE than any beating that they could of given her on the spot, and June failed to see it before it was too late! Seriously, she would much prefer getting punched in the face, the stomach, hell if she had balls, even them, before doing this! Unfortunately, it was too late now, she had fallen into a trap like a fly falling into a spider's web.
Well, since the instructions were to stretch, June might as well do that for the time being, and there for took a nice seat onto the floor of the gym. She let her right leg extend fully, her left leg tucked in, and she began to extend her arms forward, moving her hand down to the heel of her foot stretching the muscles out. At least she was flexible! Perhaps she should of done gymnastics instead, but it was too late now, the teacher specifically said track, she was foolish enough to take it over a beating, and like stated before, she was trapped in this prison known as a gymnasium!
Back to stretching, once the right leg was done she would work on the left one, eventually working on both, and then she would do stretches standing up, but let's not get ahead of ourselves here! Who knows exactly how long their seemingly young coach wanted them to stretch, all June knew was that she was just doing her job, nobody could say anything about that.
And oh god... they just had to be called suicides didn't they? You can't blame June to be reluctant to start them.
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Post by ubersex on Jan 22, 2007 10:49:09 GMT -8
*Today we'll run about six or seven suicides, however, the goal I want you to really think about is your speed. How fast do you think you can go through six suicides without slowing down or speeding up? Think about it. For now though, stretch out your muscles so they won't feel as sore once this is over.*
"Damn.. Guess I'm a little late?"
Those words were mumbled as he walked into the gym. He had seen the note telling people that practice was in the gym today, and he had made his way to the gym as quick as possible. Once inside he had obviously picked up what the couch had said. Shrugging slightly, he would take off his black and white jacket, and throw it off to the side. A pair of black and white track pants rest upon his waist as he made his way toward the couch, a female he had seen once before, but didn't know much about.
"Hey.. Sevren Destry here.. Hopefully I can still get into the team? I love to run.. I'm sure I'll be a great help."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jan 23, 2007 18:57:06 GMT -8
Watching a new comer enter the scene, she turned and looked at him, and gave a nod. There wasn't much to say, other than the fact that because this was the first track practice of the season - and the fact that she randomly changed the meeting place indoors - no punishment would be given. Er...maybe she should write down the names. Walking over to her notebook and pen, she wrote down in a cursive-like handwriting the first names of everyone present - that way, she won't have to write theirs down next time.
Mandy
Alyssa
John
June
Sevren [/size] Setting down the notebook and pen, she knew that by the time she was done, the others would be finished with their stretching. Rolling up her sleeves, she pulled her hair into a high pony tail, letting strands of her hair fall off to the side, and stood in front of the five members gathered for today. Her eyes shifted over at the clock for a moment, then back at the members before lining up beside them. They would soon start the suicides as soon as she got confirmation from everyone that they were done with their stretches. "Ready... Go." Staying behind, Mitsuki would run at the speed with the slowest runner - in this case, was Mandy. She assumed that Mandy came to practice only because she wanted to increase her speed, yet keep her stamina up for a good decent amount of time. But you must know - track isn't all about running. There were pole jumps, long jumps... There were times when Mandy sped up and slowed down during the second suicide, but other than that, she seemed to keep the same, decent pace the whole time. While she ran, Mitsuki would look around at the other runners to find out their strengths and weaknesses in this event. [/color]
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Post by june on Jan 23, 2007 19:58:19 GMT -8
What a work out! And to think that this was only the stretching that they were going through at the current moment in time. All the muscles were lose, June was ready to run, even if she really wasn't looking forward to running. She waited. The coach was taking a little bit more time, about time she decided to write down names, but it did slow them down. Oh well, nobody was perfect, this was probably her first time coaching looking at the age. She still doubted her being an adult, no she did doubt her being an adult. Probably a student coach, this school was crazy. She waited. Time went by, everyone else was finished stretching, or the girls which were the ones she looked at, not the guys. Finally he was done, June was ready to go. Time to run the suicides, everything was fine!
And they were off! June was just ahead of the coach and the slow girl, not wanting to burn off her energy. She was quick, but she had a low endurance, she knew that. Going at this pace would probably even kill her for all she knew. She kept going, going, going. They made it to the second one, here she goes again. June sped up her pace a bit, a cramp in her side began to bite at her, she slowed down once again. Her pace still steady, right in front of the coach and Ms. Slower than her. She kept herself focused, trying to think about something other than running. She was getting close to the third one, keep going, keep going. Taking forever. How long has it been already? Tick. Tick. Tick. Time. A. Wasting.
Getting tired already, sweat soon beginning to be produced, not good.
THIS REALLY WAS SUICIDAL!
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Post by Zack Asiv on Feb 3, 2007 22:25:43 GMT -8
Mitsuki & June both get 4 Exp to do with what they will for putting as much effert into the thread as you have. Sorry to see it had died, if I had more RPing time I'd probably join.
Sevren you get 1 exp to do with what you will for your one post help.
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