Track & Field Practice 2

[june]

It was another day of practice, and everyone seemed to be out on the track this day. June was all dressed and ready to go to start working out once more, though she really began to despise this sport. She had her white hair back in a pony tail, and her suntan lotion was applied so she wouldn't have risks of being burnt. There was more people than last time, and June hadn't really bothered to go looking for the coach at the moment. Every one was stretching, getting ready for the work out that they were going to do. People were divided into groups, June being in the sprinting group, and stretching out her muscles to get her body warmed up and ready to go.

She had on her usual attire, the same one that she had on the last time, and she had that dull look on her face like usual. She wanted to quit, she wished she could, but at least it could of been worse than how it was. She was also getting better physically, her endurance and strength was improving well due to this sport, and she feels like she could take on twice as much since the first practice, and not much time had even passed! This time she felt like she could manage to last even longer, just that gut wrench feeling deep down, and hell, maybe this was for the best after all, maybe this was a good thing.

The fact still remained though, she hated it, and thanks to last practice, she despised the coach. Seriously, suicides? She was never going to forget that, it was the worst day of her high school life at the moment! Hopefully this day would go by smoother.

[jacob]

Walking out onto the field, Jacob had his brown hair tied up in a pony tail, was wearing a white muscle shirt, and had on black sweats ready to get to warming up. He spotted a girl, a pretty good looking one, albino. Something was odd with her though, for some reason his head hurt when he looked at her. Also, there was this feeling... almost like he couldn't hear anything like he usually did. For once, he was in this school, and he was hearing a sudden silence. It was creepy. When he walked closer though, he managed to get into her thoughts once more, though not very deep at all.

She interested him, best he talked to her first if anyone else out on the field.

"Hey."

Jacob would say to the girl, a bright smile on his face, confidence beaming through him. He wasn't going to pester her about it, he didn't want to look like a freak, but he would like to understand what was going on for himself. He stood a few feet off from her, and began to stretch out his legs, letting the two of them get their warming up going. He was initially here to join the discuss part for field, but now, now he wanted to join the event she was doing, just to spend more time with her.

Hey, it seemed like a good idea.

[Mitsuki Park]

Outside on the track field, she began warming up herself as she looked up at the bright sky. It was odd - for it being winter, it was unusually warm; warmer than usual, that is. Hair pulled up into a high pony tail, the black and red mask still covering the lower half of her face, she went over the list of events there was for track in her head. Today, people would split up into two groups: The long distance runners, and the sprinters. The sprinters would take part in the 100 meter race, the 200m and the 400m. Long distance runners would take part in the one mile race, and the two mile race, and being in the relays were optional. Today, they would just run - nothing hard, just run, put down your time on the packet that she would distribute, along with a pen, and after that? A group run.

"Alright, everyone line up."

The young school captain would then wait for everyone to line side by side, wearing black and red long sweats and a zip up sweater, the sleeves rolled up. Looking around, she noticed a couple more people joined them in this sport. Satisfied with the amount of people who were there, she would then take the stack of packets she had and distribute them to those in line. No doubt, she saw Jacob (assuming this was after "Bang" and she now knows his name), June - or was it April? - John, Mandy, and the others who where there last practice. The pens would be distributed by John.

"All long distance runners to the left, and all sprinters to the right. Those who want to try the relay, meet me after practice."

With that said, she would then wait patiently for everyone to go to their selected spots, then take roll call from there.

[june]

"Hey."

June said dully at the person who just randomly came up to talk to her in an annoyed tone. It was weird when people just randomly went up and talked to her, she couldn't even bare with it sometimes. It was then the coach began speaking though, and her attention had directed toward something more positive. Both of her eyes looked at the coach with an intent interest, she said they wouldn't do much, but was she really telling the truth? June wouldn't be surprised if they had to go through hell once more. She began to tug her body over to the sprinter area, following behind a few other people in a lazy manner, not wanting to really start, still reluctant.

She was more of hoping the guy who just talked to her would be a long distance runner, that way he would stay away from her. If not though, June would just need to find a way to deal with it. He was pretty good looking she supposed, but he approached her at a weird time, she didn't want to make any friends with people on the track time, no matter what. It wouldn't work, it just didn't mix, she wanted to be as separated from the others of this sport as she could possibly be!

[jacob]

"Woah! She's the coach!? That's great... I am being instructed by a toddler."

Jacob decided to ignore it though, his interest was into June at the moment, and he was going to keep it there. He followed after he seeing her walk to the sprinting line, and kept right up to her with that confident beaming inside of him. He was having a ball at the moment, just getting to have the opportunity of hanging out with this lovely young girl, and figure out why the hell he had no idea what was going inside of her head? He could feel annoyance, but the words, where were the words when he needed them the most!?

"Ah, so you're a sprinter too?"

Jacob asked in the attempt to start a conversation. Maybe if he settled her inside, maybe just then she would be able to think something that he could hear. He didn't like this, why was there someone that he actually couldn't read!? Sure some people he would rather not read, but it felt weird, thoughts going around everywhere, then he looks at this girl! Of course, it was only obvious he was more interested in her than what the coach was really saying. Jacob was so disrespectful!

[Veyugan ~*]

A desire rested in Veyugan to try out for sports - do something that would get him active. Football would be fun. He never disliked having an exscuse to slaw someone into the ground, but he had played football at 552, and didn't have the passion for it as he did then. He wanted something more flashy - something where he could show off. Basketball was overrated. Baseball was boring. Swimming was just gay as a sport, so he decided on something that would really get him into shape, and also let him show off his abilities. Track. Ah, yes. Track and field. So many possibilities to show off. However, he didn't feel running fast was showing off. For a while, Veyugan had a natural ability to jump. His legs were small cannons hidden beneath a pair of pants. Why not use them to his advantage? That was his plan, but what events would he compete in?

Long Jump.
High Jump.
Pole Vault.

Those three came immediately to mind as he began to rethink of all the events he had seen on the Olympics. Coincidentally, those were the three that intrigued him most, and would allow him to show off just how good he could jump and vault. It was decided then, that he would try out for those events.

Long jump.

Veyugan walked to the long, skinny sandbox that had marked measurements in meters down the side. He began to walk backward - giving him space for a running start. A sharp inhale was made - to mentally prepare himself for the jump. Veyugan's sprint started as he exhaled. His body shot down the runway, carrying him with alarming speed. As he neared the end, he gave one cricket hop - planting his right foot as he completed the hop, and thrusted his body up and forward. Soaring through the air, Veyugan easily covered distance, slamming his feet down near the 7.7 mark. He bent at the waist, letting his thighs absorb the force from the stop. As he began to walk away he noticed the craters in the sand he had made. A smile spread across his lips.

High Jump.

A large black square area with a big blue mat and a yellow bar to judge height. Veyugan would have to come in at an angle, and jump. He sighed lightly as he began to jog - traveling the path the coach drew out. As he came upon the bar that was raised to a 5'10'' height, Veyugan jumped, trying to arch his back over the bar, and then bring his legs over as well. He cleared it easily. Wanting more of a challenge, he raised it an entire foot. Six foot ten. A few inches taller than Veyugan himself. This would be a little tougher, but still no sweat. Again, he jogged the path, and repeated the jump in the same way he had before, clearing it again. He then raised it to 8'. Another foot and two inches - the highest the bar would go. Veyugan bounced back, getting ready once more. This time, he jogged a little faster, and when he was ready to jump, hopped and planted his feet, loading his cannon-like legs. They fired as he thrust himself up, barely making clearance with his back, bringing his legs over as he did so. Again, Veyugan passed the test with great success. He was ready for the Vault.

Pole Vault.

Veyugan ventured to a rather large mat and a bar that reached high - more than twice the height of the high jump. His eyes scanned the field - looking for the pole. Veyugan nodded, walking over and taking the pole by the head and lifting it up. He had never done this. He felt a little nervous, but calmed himself. Veyugan told himself that it was a giant sword, and all he had to do was run and stab a metal ... thing ... in the ground. Veyugan chuckled, shaking his head as he began down the narrow runway, holding the pole parellel to the ground. As he neared, he slammed the pole into the metal depression, feeling the pole give and bend. As he felt this, Veyugan pressed on forward, jumping slightly off the ground. His body weight caused the pole to bend significantly, but also made it stand up. The pole came to a stopping point - standing straight up. Now for show. As the pole came to this stop, Veyugan pushed his body up, doing a one handed handstand on the head of the pole - standing straight up with the pole. Flicking the pole with his palm, Veyugan flipped forward, falling at a rapid rate to the ground. As he finished the flip, his right knee slammed into the big blue mat. A little faster, and there was a possibility of landing on his feet.

Veyugan was pretty amazed at himself for the way he performed today. He knew that there was still room for improvement, but he didn't think he would need to improve very much more, seeing as what he had done already was a great accomplishment. Veyugan made his way straight for the water stand. He was thirsty, and was looking to quench that thirst. Besides. Veyugan needed to find the coach, and ask about the events. Who knew, maybe he/she had seen Veyugan do those events just now.

OOC: Modified.

[Mitsuki Park]

...you've got to be kidding me.

As soon as the group split into two, Mitsuki's attention was grabbed by an unknown stranger who seemed to be going towards the long jump. Once she saw how far he was able to jump, curiousity sparked within her - was he hear to join the track team? And so, when these questions ran through her mind, she turned back to the group.

"As a warm-up, run a lap around the track, then walk half a lap and meet back here."

While they were running around the lap, Mitsuki would then walk over to where the guy was, but she would still be a good distance away. She watched the boy go over the high jump, and the pole vault, and Mitsuki couldn't help but think if he was just showing off, excersizing, or what. It was pretty amazing of what this guy could do, then again, his vault-like legs helped him out a bit. You could say there was in some need of improvement, like tucking his body inward when doing the long jump and outstretching his legs; although there was a greater chance of falling, you could always launch your body forward so you fall on your face, instead of your butt. Why? Because they - as in the judges - measure the closest distance to the start of the sand box. So if you were to fall on your butt, they would measure where your butt landed.

Anyway, while he went off towards the water stands, Mitsuki looked over at those who were running to check up on them - to see if they were actually jogging, instead of walking; that is, unless their on their second lap. Once comfirmed, she'd walk towards the guy with..blue hair - there's something you don't see everyday - and stop a couple of feet away from him.

"..excuse me, but are you possibly here to join the track team?"

Though the hospital mask somewhat muffled her voice, it seemed pretty well clear of what she was saying.

[june]

"Seems that way."

June replied, getting highly agitated with this guy who just continued to run his mouth without piping it down. Didn't he get the message she didn't want him talking to her? She could almost scream out 'thank god' when the coach told them to run a lap, and she never felt she could feel so relieved to run for once. All she would need to do is run quick, so that way he wouldn't be able to catch up to her, and all would be going fine. She began to walk to the track, not even bothering to see if he would say something else, and as soon as her feet took contact onto it, she would break off into a quick jog in the high hopes of getting away from him.

It wasn't that he was a bad guy or anything, it's just that she really didn't want track freaks being associated with her. She despised this sport, she wanted to quit, but quitting literally meant black eyes and bruises all over her body. Being threatened was never fun, but it seemed to be her only choice to put up with these intense non stop practices that they had to endure. She just hoped she could get out of it as soon as possible, and it only got worse and worse as time went on. Oh well, hopefully she would be outrunning that guy by now, and all would be fine, right?

[jacob]

Unfortunately, Jacob didn't even realize Veyugan, if he did, he would be shouting out in joy and glee right about now. Nope, instead he was so focused on the albino girl that there was no way he could have his attention diverted. He followed her to the track, whatever the school captain said just slipped past him without meaning, he was just following what June was doing at the moment. When she began to run, it was at a pretty quick pace, and it made Jacob almost feel that she was trying to avoid him or something.

Quickly, he ran at an accelerated pace until he caught up, jogging with ease while he turned his head to look at her, and a bright smile spread across his lips while he waved. He had happy features even though he knew that she was trying to get away from him, he didn't even need to read her mind to figure that one out. At least she was predictable, so not being able to invade her personal space wasn't too bad now that he thought about it. Still, he needed to figure out why, this was research here, maybe this was someone he actually needed to look out for in the very future. On the other hand, what if it was something that could actually help him?

"You're pretty quick!"

For now Jacob would remain casual though, there was no point in speaking loud in a place that would only cause problems. This was time for the sport, not chatting about stuff that unwanted ears could hear.

[june]

"Thanks."

It seemed he was refusing to lighten up on the chase, but June knew he had to control herself. This was just a warm up, she would be committing suicide if she actually went all out on one lap around the track. She kept a steady pace, going casually, trying to ignore him, but not to the point where it was obvious. She would respond, but give choppy ones until he ran out of stuff to talk about. Seriously, he couldn't go on forever could he? She was half way done, the wind blowing against her, and making it harder for her feet to carry her with each and every step.

The breaths she had to get out became slightly more labored, actually requiring some time between each one. A few small drops of sweat began to drip from the sides of her face, obviously showing she was getting tired just from the warm up. Hey, her endurance wasn't the best, but on the bright side, it was no where near as horrible as the first practice. She knew she would be able to finish this warm up with ease compared to what it would of been before, she was getting stronger, and it was obvious to her.

She wondered how the guy was doing. Not because she cared about him, but she wanted to give a good reference back toward herself. She wanted to know her level, if she was on the same one of someone who definitely looked like an upper class man. With that, her odd colored eyes darted over toward him with a focused stare to see how he was doing.

[jacob]

"I try."

Jacob said flashing a smile, and easily keeping up with her while they made that little bonding circle they were running along. He glanced over to check out her package real quick while she wasn't looking, and then let his daze go right back to her face not wanting to stand out too much as a pervert. She was pretty good looking down low, nice body, but he didn't feel like dealing with more pedophilia stuff during his life time. Enough was enough, and he has definitely had enough of that. It was a door he did not want to go through anymore.

After awhile, he noticed her looking back at him, and he flashed another smile, a small bead of sweat rolling gently down his smooth and pale face. He kept good composure while running with her, definitely showing he had more endurance than her.

"So, the name's Jacob, what's yours?"

Yes, he was taking the next step in this relationship, plus he still had no idea what was going inside her head again. To be honest, he sort of has lost his natural touch, and just focused on the mind reading part to score him the chicks for the past few days. It would be nice practicing his social relations with someone who might actually be somewhat unpredictable, even though he didn't really need to read too much to know what she was thinking.

[Mitsuki Park]

Mitsuki stood for a quick moment before moving away, assuming that he'd want to get his drink of water quietly. Walking towards the sidelines once again, she slipped her hands into her pockets and watched the others begin to warm up. Her eyes shifting from one person to another, taking note that people were running in pairs. That was good - it meant that everyone had someone to run with, at their own decent pace. Hopefully, their partner wasn't slowing down just to run with that person, otherwise they aren't really doing anything to improve their skills, and it isn't much fun if you don't push yourself; where's the excitement? She noticed some people talking with eachother, which was both a good and bad thing. Good, because that means you still have your breath, and you can still go a good enough distance, bad, because something minor as talking can even use up your energy.

Which is why during practice - if they ever ran a longer distance - she would encourage them to speak more to eachother, not only to get to know their teammates, but to improve their breathing. And during meets? No talking. None.

Runners had to keep their breathing even - the best way to keep your breathing even was to breathe in through the nose, and out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth; and of course, if you suddenly find yourself lacking oxygen along the way, there is a possibility where you will open your mouth, but Mitsuki will just say this: Take deeper breaths in through your nose, and exhale with your mouth. Breathing with your mouth will only cause your throat to go dry more quickly than it already is, and will cause you to get a lot more thirsty than usual. Your breathing will also get jagged and you'll begin to realize that you have to take shorter, quicker breaths to get enough oxygen to the brain.

Once everyone was done with their warm-ups, she'd be there waiting at the finish zone, and set out a couple of instructions.

"Sprinters, today you'll be working on the 200 and the 400 meter run. The sheet of paper and pen was handed out for a reason - to put down your time. Your goal is to get five seconds less than your first time. If you reach the goal, bring it down another five seconds. I want you to do this five times, alternatively with a partner. Pair up and walk over to the beginning of the track field in ten minutes. The water stand is over there, and Gatorade is probably in the second water cooler. I advise you not to drink too much though; you don't want to cramp up in the run."

After that, the sprinters would be dismissed, and she would move onto the cross country runners.

"Cross country runners.. You will participate in the one and two mile race. The packet and pen given to you was also for a reason - I want you to write down how many miles you run a day, and the time. This includes practice and your P.E. classes. Unlike the sprinters, where I'll be checking their papers at the end of practice, I will be checking your packets at the end of each week. Your goal is to have at least thirty miles on your packet. Also, when running, try to keep the same pace going."

A smirk appeared on one of their faces, which Mitsuki had caught without their knowing.

"Those who cheat will run until the pass out. How will I know? Well think about it - if you don't improve, then you're doing something wrong, and I'm going to assume you aren't running. So for your benefit, and the teams benefit, don't cheat. Got it? The minimum of running miles this week is ten, which is more than enough considering how much you run in P.E., and how much you'll be running in practice. You guys also have ten minutes to slack off. Meet right here, and I'll tell you further instructions on what you'll be doing."

Whew...