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Post by Sync on Dec 6, 2010 21:15:34 GMT
  The scent of the football field always soothed him. Although his usual home was the rugby pitch, he found football a much better way to relax. Tension was radiating from his lumbering frame, his features pulled into a frown which had been permanently etched on his face for years. Jonah hadn't smiled a true smile for years, he never had anything to smile about. Not even Cougar could bring the genuine emotion to his face. His right foot hit the ball every now and then as he carried himself to the field. Neither Spring nor Autumn was with him today, he wanted peace and quiet. Time to clear his head after moving up here. The safety of his Bangor home had been ripped from him, he was now out in the open, free to be tormented. The backup which he called friends had remained in his small hometown, he now had to make himself some new ones. He also had to hide his secret, the secret he thought of as filth. He hated himself for this secret, and wished he could change it. No matter how hard he had already tried, it didn't change. Not ever.
The boy pushed his way through the gym, past a group of kids playing basketball. He could feel the eyes following his movements, but he didn't look over his shoulder. He was a man on a mission, and the longer he stayed inside, the more frustrated he got. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his way through a group of chattering girls, who were at first offended, before stepping back to admire his physic. Rolling his oracles, he carried on his way to the field which was at the back of the sports center. Once he had left the building, he was so happy to see that the field was empty. He knew it was because of the cold weather. He wasn't bothered by that though, he just had shorts and a T-Shirt on. The cold didn't affect him like it did others, he knew he would also work up a sweat when he began his game. He'd picked up the ball to walk through the gym, and now he placed it back onto the ground. Kicking it to the middle of the pitch, he looked around. Still there was no sign of others. Good. His form leaned forward, his frame poised as he kicked the ball. Chasing after it, he began to weave it all the way, up and down the field.
Since abandoning the ball, he'd resorted to just running the length of the field over and over again. Mid length, he pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his forehead and face. He was about to place it back over his stomach, before deciding against it. Pulling the shirt from his bodice, he placed it down where the ball was. The running started up again, his toned chest and six pack now plain on view. Not that he was vain or anything. With a slight smirk, he didn't look up from the ground. He'd know exactly when someone was there staring at him. Instead, his mind turned to his father. If he was there now, he'd be screaming at Jonah to lift his feet a little higher, tuck his chin in more. "Kick the ball, not the grass!" he could hear in his mind, making his fists clench. His pace increased, his feet pounding the ground. His breath came out as a foggy cloud, but the cold didn't even touch him. Maybe it was the anger he was feeling, or maybe he'd just lost all feeling in his body. Either way, he wasn't stopping.
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TAG ?! Anyone!
OUTFIT ?! Coming!
NOTES ?! Meh, just had a little Jonah muse and this is the result ^^
CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0 <3
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Post by Lottii on Dec 8, 2010 16:35:57 GMT
 Aaron shrugged off his jacket as he jogged out of his room with a water bottle in hand, which left some shorts and a tight-fit white tee. Which, he had to admit, didn't exactly look bad across his muscles. He had just come back from breakfast, and a frown marred his face at the memory. Students catching his eye were the last thing he wanted, preferring to stick it single for a while. His feet hit the floor in a steady rhythm, following the path down to the sports center. He nodded his head at the other students, not really taking them in. The football pitch was the biggest space he could run in, and he made his way to it. Thoughts swirled around his mind, and he tried - and failed - to blank them out. How See See was settling in with Dizzy, the latest argument with his sister, the latest row with his step-father. And how course the male from the canteen who had been playing on his mind. He's taken, Art reprimanded himself silently, and that's the only reason you like him. It was probably true, and the explanation he liked best. Shaking his head, he emerged onto the field and his eyes settled on a rather muscular boy forcing himself around the edge of the field. Clearly he wasn't the only one who came here to run himself into nothingness then.
When Art was noticed, he simply nodded his head by means of greeting and set off a little distance ahead of the other male, dumping his water bottle on the ground. Going at a similar pace, he didn't want to interrupt the male, but he could easily cut across the grass and run level with Aaron if he wanted. It didn't fuss him too much, and instead he focused on letting his feet hit the ground in a perfect rhythm. The chilly weather didn't affect him too much, not whilst he was moving - although he recognized how cold it would be if he stood still. As his attention went purely to the ground in front of him, on putting one foot steadily in front of the other, the thoughts left his mind as he knew they would. That was part of the reason he had come out here, just to do something mindless and repetitive. But at the same time his thoughts about the taken male almost made him feel the need to punish himself, run till he reached exhaustion. The first strained breath left his lungs, and he gasped another mouthful of air. One thing he always forgot to do when he was running like this - breath steadily. Forcing himself to take regular breaths, he sped up slightly when thoughts started to creep back. Shaking them away, he stopped and grabbed his bottle off the floor. Gulping down the water, he sat on the floor in a crouch, conserving heat in a way he had been taught throughout his sporting career. Flipping the lid shut, a jumped up and set off again. Non-intentionally he had ended up less than five strides or so away from the other male, but he matched pace so not to annoy him. That wasn't the kind of mood he was in right now.
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Post by Sync on Dec 13, 2010 20:46:50 GMT
Jonah looked up at the sound of approaching feet, his stride not faltering as he did so. A male form was growing nearer, and Jonah's cranium cocked in curiosity. Where as the other boy nodded his head in greeting, Jonah just gave a grunt in return. Forcing his eyes away from the other male, he continued to punish his body. He studied the ground as he ran, not really taking anything in. He heard the other boy stop and take a drink, all the while Jonah was still going. By now, his whole frame was dripping with sweat. He knew he was over heating, but couldn't make himself stop. His company started up again, and was a little too close to Jonah for his liking. His chest puffed out automatically, a sign of defense. Once again increasing his speed, he knew he'd pushed it too far. His limbs began to scream at him, but he still pushed his body. He'd run until he couldn't run any longer, only then would he feel better. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he was glad to see that the other boy was a little further back. Diverting his path, his legs finally gave way. Stumbling slightly, he knew he now had to stop.
His chest ached as it heaved with every breath, his lumbering frame crouched low to the ground. The thing that worried him most was that not even the cold air was cooling his bare chest. Usually it worked. A little flustered, he concentrated on regulating his breathing, which was still coming out in harsh gusts. Looking up at the sky briefly seemed to clear his airways, which baffled him a little. Suddenly the air assaulted him, which made him gasp a little. "That's much better." he muttered under his breath, standing a little shakily. Taking a deep breath, his eyes found the other boy again. "Hey, mate. Fancy a kick about? I'm Jonah by the way." he shouted, wanting to distract himself from his thoughts. Nodding toward the ball, which was still covered by his shirt, he walked over to it. Picking up the T-Shirt, he pulled it over his head and adjusted it just so. Looking back at the male, he wondered if he was worthy of his name. He kinda hoped so, a friend or allies would be nice right now.
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TAG ?! Lottii
OUTFIT ?! Coming!
NOTES ?! Meh, just had a little Jonah muse and this is the result ^^
CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0 <3
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