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Post by Garret Keen on May 7, 2016 15:26:57 GMT
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| The rain pounded down heavily on the empty field below, dark clouds blocking out any chance of sun, with not even a single ray of its shine poking through. These were days Garret hated the most, the days where they'd be forced to run inside. As much as he loved running and didn't mind where he was once he started it, he still had found himself staring bitterly out the window for most of the day, unsurprising when their track practice had been cancelled due to the rain, and another group using the track for the day. It had put a damper on his day for sure, but also gave him his own ideas.
If every one else on the track team wasn't going to be running this day, that meant he could train and catch up a bit. He was still newer to the track team, and always in the back of the pack, and he strove to someday reach the front. That was how he found himself running in the rain on the track after school, something he'd never thought he'd have seen himself do. It had been half an hour when he first checked his watch, and it had been a long, dragging half an hour of wetness, and aches. His legs were not happy with this decision, for the mud was slippery, and his feet were soaked, cold. By the time an hour had passed, he was very sure there was not a single inch of his lower body that was not covered in either rain or mud; but he did his best to remain indifferent. He was just thankful that he had a good sweater that kept his ears and back of his neck dry; he absolutely hated the dripping feeling down the back of his neck, and his mother wouldn't be happy if he damaged his hearing aids. He'd done that before, and the disappointment was enough to cause him to make smart decisions.
'One more.' He mentally pushed himself. One more lap and he'd have done ten, and he was pretty sure that'd be enough to call it a day. He was looking forward to nothing more than a hot shower, and to get home and curl up in bed, where he could be warm and rest. He was freezing. 'Half.' He was getting closer, over halfway now. He was panting, and shivering, and proud. 'Quarter.' It was only a small amount of metres until he was done.
And then he slipped. He had been careful to dodge this one part that always got slick, but in his haste to finish, he hadn't been paying attention. Legs giving way as he let out a yelp of surprise, he was quick to throw out his arms to give some sort of aide in falling, and was greeted by mud. He could feel spots in his arms and on his knees where the small stones had given in, and was very sure he had gotten some mud on everything, but neither of those were the things that bugged him the most. "So close." He muttered the two words a few times to himself, feeling that bitterness wash over him again. It was just his luck to not be able to complete something, and he was angry.
He pushed himself to his feet hastily, and clenched his hands at his side, nearly bending down to pick up a rock and throw it in anger. But he knew better than to do that, and instead took in a sharp, forceful breath of air, kicking at the puddle, before he turned to the entrance back into the school, into the change rooms. Thankfully it was later in the day now, and very little people would be left using the facility, so he was greeted with silence, the perfect thing to give him the peace of mind he needed to calm down. And after a minute of sitting on the bench, he was able to accept it, and prepare to move on. This was when he removed his sweater, the soaked, dirty thing, and put it on the floor, examining his hands and arms, which were bleeding in spots. He sighed, licking some blood off of a scrape on his palm, absently staring at the lockers in front of him. He didn't have too much will to get dressed yet; his family wasn't expecting him home for another hour anyways.
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Post by Michi Yukimura on May 7, 2016 19:34:40 GMT
{ } The sky was definitely bringing a frown to the orange haired teen's face. It wasn't that he didn't love the feel of rainy and gloomy days, it was more so that he knew they meant there would be a chance that running outside wasn't exactly in his future. His day was only worsened when he'd found out track practice was being canceled all together. Michi huffed, standing in front of his locker, really not ready to go home. He felt like he'd been cheated out of his afternoon. The moment track practice began was actually when he'd considered his day to really begin. Sure, he had gotten the chance to feel the wind gushing through his hair when he'd run to school, but it still wasn't entirely the same. He still felt he needed the practice. He'd rather spend his afternoon getting better than to have any leisure time.Michi dragged his short legs in disappointment on the way home trying to think of anything else he'd possibly want to do today. His mind still continuously kept going back to the thought of track and the urge to kick up some dirt with his running shoes. He stretched the walk home into at least forty-five minutes already. It was a walk that should have only taken him thirty, but considering he'd usually ran the damn thing, he'd often get home in half that. When his house was finally in sight, he'd stopped and stared at it for a moment. He didn't want to go in and be bored out of his mind. Besides, he was sure his mother was going to throw a fit considering he'd forgotten his umbrella and was absolutely drenched.Michi brushed a dripping strand of bright orange haired out of his eyes before turning around. Just because everyone else didn't find running in the rain enjoyable didn't mean he couldn't. If anything, he could have probably even considered this extra time to train even harder. He'd only just transferred to this school this year, and he'd switched schools so many times that he constantly felt behind. This was his chance to get in even more extra work. A smile spread across his face, and Michi bolted off in the direction of school once again only to feel his foot slide as it lost a battle against the mud a moment later. Michi tumbled backwards, landing ass first in the mud. He huffed once before scrambling to his feet once more. He quickly brushed off the incident, and started on his way once again, this time being a little more careful.Finally, he'd reached the school and made his muddy way into the changing room. He took a turn around a set of lockers to see someone sitting on a bench, dirter than even he was. It took him a moment as he looked him over, but he'd recognized him to be on the same team as him. A smile hit his lips for a moment in excitement that someone else must have had the same idea, but it dropped as soon as his eyes hit his arms. He looked injured, and Michi wondered if perhaps he'd fallen or something.As if on instinct, Michi took a few steps over, completely revealing his presence as he walked toward the boy. "Hey! Are you alright?!" He quickly sat on the bench he'd been sitting on and slid his way down until he was right next to the other boy. Having no sense of personal boundaries what so ever, he attempted to grab onto the boy's arm to take a closer look for himself. "You're hurt! How bad is it?" Concern leaked from his eyes as he spoke just a little too loudly. "What happened? Did you fall?"
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Post by Garret Keen on May 7, 2016 19:58:44 GMT
garret keen ,
| It was not until the other boy within the change room verbally announced his presence did Garret notice that he was no longer alone. "Hey! Are you alright?!" Garret's head whipped toward the voice when it reached him, panic spreading across his face for a brief moment, before he actually took the split second to recognize the other face. He knew this student, Michi, one of his fellow classmates and track team members. This was one of the few people he knew who always spoke loudly, meaning he could always understand the other without any hassle, and he had had an interest in the boy from their first meeting as a result. Today appeared to be no exception.
He was frozen with his hand to his face, where he had been licking off the blood, when Michi bounded over and settled beside him, hardly giving Garret any time to react before he was spouting more questions. "You're hurt! How bad is it?" The other had taken one of his arms without permission, and although he wasn't one to mind, he found the motion hurt, and pain flashed across his face for a second as he tensed up, clenching his hand and nearly whipping it away, before he caught himself. He could see the concern in the other's eyes, and the way Michi examined his arm provided him with a sense of relief, and removed the sense of danger he had felt upon the grip.
"What happened? Did you fall?" Michi's voice was clear and full of worry, and his hand was cold upon Garret's own cold and wet skin. That was when he noticed the other was also drenched, and mud lay on his jeans and shoes as well. Obviously the other had been outside for a while too, and Garret absently wondered if the other had been going for a run as well; he always seemed to be trying to improve and be the best.
"Yeah." Came the quiet response, as he looked back down at his own arms, frowning at them. His mother was going to be worried sick over this; he healed slowly, and whenever he got hurt, she always fussed. "Slipped." He mumbled, feeling rather useless, and realizing how silly it had been that he hadn't sought out medical supplies or help, and had just opted to sit there. He gently pulled away the arm that Michi had taken, and shifted both his arms around a few times so he could see all angles of them, and to his dismay, finding bruises on his elbows and one on his wrist.
He frown deepening, he dropped them in his lap, sighing and turning to Michi. "Just a small slip." He reported, using his thumb and finger for emphasis, leaving a tiny gap between them as he held them up. "Will be okay." He would be okay, but he figured he'd probably need to do something with them, especially considered he was still wet and muddy, and he knew that could cause infection if he didn't clean it out. "Where are the bandaids?" He asked, never having needed them at track before, therefore not knowing where they would be located, if there even were any. He kind of just assumed Michi knew. He knew his mother had some at home, but he didn't want to just show up like this, a big mess.
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Post by Michi Yukimura on May 7, 2016 20:23:39 GMT
{ } The panic in the other teenager's face went completely unnoticed by Michi who was far too concerned about a few cuts on the other's arms. He was oblivious to a lot of things, never really showing much promise for being able to pick up on the body language of expressions of others. It was a flaw that he'd tried to work on several times, but he always seemed to fail to do so when it came down to it. He hadn't even realized his grip on his arm had caused him pain, much less thought about it. At least not at first. That idea seemed to take a back spot to his current concern. When the possibility of such a thing finally hit him after he'd finished spewing his question, he lightened the grip of his fingers around the other lightly. "S-sorry," he apologized as he finally looked up to scan for more signs of pain in the other's face for the first time since he'd sat down.
Yeah. Slipped.The other's response only thickened the frown on Michi's face. Garret pulled his arm away, and Michi watched as he seemed to be really examining them. The frown that couldn't turn down any further on Michi's face had some how managed to as he caught sight of the bruises. Just a small slip. Will be okay.Michi nodded, letting a sense of relief wash over him. He'd been over reacting yet again, but he just couldn't help himself sometimes. Where are the bandaids?He stood up in response to his question. "Let me get them for you!" He declared before taking a few quick strides, a little too fast for someone with such short legs, over to the wall. A blue box hung across it, the first aid label almost completely warn off. He only knew what it was because he'd injured himself more times than he could have counted since coming here. He opened the box, pulling out a couple band-aids, a few alcohol wipes, and a tube of neosporin before shutting it and making his way back toward Garret. "What were you doing anyways? Practicing?" Maybe he had the same idea Michi did, which would have been pretty cool. He respected people with a lot of ambition like that. It was impressive. He took a seat next to him once again, with the stuff in hand before ripping open one of the small packages containing an alcohol wipe. This time he stopped before just going for it and looked at him. "Want some help?" He frowned, feeling funny asking, but knowing it was the right thing to do.
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Post by Garret Keen on May 14, 2016 12:11:26 GMT
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| Michi seemed to be very concerned, and unhappy about this predicament, and Garret couldn't help but mirror the other's frown, meeting eyes with the other when he asked about medical supplies. He felt weak, and he hated it; he wanted to be like those tall, fast boys that ran on their team, and he couldn't even finish his own race without hurting himself. He was grateful when Michi bolted up following his question. "Let me get them for you!" Within seconds the other had darted toward a very worn looking box on the wall, and at once Garret came to recognize what it was, and another wave of relief hit him. At least he could be patched up a bit before he got home to his mother.
"What were you doing anyways? Practising?" Came the question as Garret watched him retrieve supplies; he knew them all. He had seen them before in many movies and shows. He wasn't looking forward to the sting that would most likely ensue after the alcohol wipes, but what had to be done had to be done. He shifted his gaze from the supplies to Michi, where he then shrugged. "Yeah." Was the brief response. There wasn't really that much more he could say about it. He couldn't explain why, or what exactly he had been practising.
He was too focused on the dawning alcohol wipes to think of more to add onto that anyways. He was more anxious about it than he'd have liked to admit; he hated pain, and he knew that the wounds would be much more noticeable in terms of stinging and pain once they cleaned them. He'd almost prefer to keep them dirty to keep them from hurting; but he was no fool, and knew that was a worse opinion in the end, with more pain in the end. Besides, he was bleeding on his clothes from a particular cut on his elbow, and he'd like to stop that as soon as possible.
Michi had settled down beside him again, and had unwrapped the wipe, then paused. "Want some help?" He made eye contact with his teammate again, and after a deep, shaky breath, he nodded slowly. "Yes." Best to get it done and over with; he just made to make sure he didn't respond violently to the pain. "Go for it." A few minutes, and he'd be as good as new again, and less of a shock when he got home. He owed Michi afterwards, that was for sure; there was no way he'd be able to clean them himself without wimping out. "Thank you." A mere whisper that trailed off as he cautiously watched Michi's hands, ready, prepared.
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