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crossroads. [open] « Thread Started on May 10, 2009, 9:28am »
One thing Beau liked about this melancholy academy was the heat. Germany wasn’t frozen, nor was it unbearably hot and stifling. Beau had somehow gotten a slight tan from the week he’d been in Texas, administering a healthy glow to his porcelain skin. His tattoos had been protected under a thick layer of sunscreen, as he walked from the school to the track. He’d been shirtless, holding his tee in his hand along with two large water bottles. He’d been wearing shorts that came to his knees and a pair of worn, expensive running shoes. If he was going to attempt to get on the football team, it’d be necessary that he get back into his training.
To start off his usual program, Beau would run as much as he could. This had grown from only one kilometer to ten, at a fast-paced jog, and some laps at a sprint. The previous years had this effect on him- becoming the healthiest and strongest his body could be. Unfortunately, his training had halted from the death of his younger brother. For several months, he’d been in mourning, with little to no exercise. After making a promise to start the upkeep of his health once more, Beau introduced himself to the academy’s track.
Beau couldn’t help but have his mind wander as he waited for the free use time. It wasn’t like he needed to be here. With the right counseling and medication, he’d be himself, back in Hamburg, like the old Beau. It’d always hurt that his younger brother, Marc had died, but it was his destiny, wasn’t it? Everybody died for a reason, Beau thought. Although he didn’t believe in any god at the moment, Beau was sure Marc was in heaven. There was no evidence to send him to the latter; Beau figured Marc was damn near an angel. He was a great kid. Maybe that was why he was so great: he was going to die young.
Although football and hockey were his two favorite pastimes, Beau constantly wondered if trying out was worth it. How would the other team members play? It’d be most likely that they were doped up, on the verge of a mental breakdown. If there were away or home games, would the drop into a dead faint at the scrimmage line? Beau huffed as he thought hard. The fans probably wouldn’t come; instead they’d get drunk or high in their dorms, cut themselves or attempt suicide. Beau sighed, shaking his head. Why was he here of all places? It was possible the European was the only sane person here.
It was obvious Beau disliked this place. No, he decided, that was an understatement. Beau fucking HATED this place.
The rest of the school’s students had been on the track and field, stretching to end their workouts or games. Beau had been sitting, watching in the hot bleachers, waiting for his turn. As far as he knew, the track wasn’t booked and was open for the general public. Although he’d enjoy somebody to run with, it wasn’t necessary to have when you were on the highway to health. The moment the last student hit the turf, Beau set his things on the first bleacher row, and leapt onto the track, starting off at a quick, brisk paced jog.
Re: crossroads. [open] « Reply #1 on May 10, 2009, 10:30am »
just keep your mouth shut keep your guard up
The track was usually empty around this time of day. That was why Chaos chosed to run then, under the awful blazing sun. Chaos enjoyed running. It was something to do that didn't require interaction with other people. And it was kind of stress-relieveing sometimes. So she endured the heat. She was dressed rather unusually, for her, in a black tank top and actually wearing shorts for once, revealing almost shamefully white legs that rarely saw the light of day. Though she knew they were bad for running, she refused to give up her converse. She had also pulled her black hair back into a messy ponytail. Ordinarily she wouldn't dare leave her cabin looking like this, but she would probably die of heatstroke if she wore here usual attire.
Chaos basically hated it here. It was kind of a stupid idea. What was the point of putting a whole bunch of fucked up kids in the same place? So they could be fucked up together? No, they were supposed to get better. But one thing Chaos had never understood was what gave society the idea that every person that wasn't one hundred percent normal was messed up and in need of help. Maybe some of us just want to live our crazy lives and be left alone. But of course not. Instead she and all the other psychos or druggies her age had to be "fixed." Then again, there were some advantages. In some ways it was better than home, with her parents constantly asking if she was ok, or checking up on her randomly, or whatever else. Basically everything sucked. It didn't matter where she was. It sucked.
So Chaos headed for the track, to maybe get her mind off all the flaws in life and the general thought process of society. She was rather dismayed to find that the track today was not empty. Someone else was already there, someone she didn't recognize. Chaos was torn between a desire to leave and a desire to go find out who the fuck had the nerve to steal her precious running time. Of course, it didn't exactly belong to her. She had no right whatsoever to be upset. But she did want to run, and she didn't want to do it with some random stranger there watching and/or judging her. So, with a frustrated sigh, she sat down on the bleachers and waited.
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Re: crossroads. [open] « Reply #2 on May 10, 2009, 11:11am »
The choice that Beau made to come to the track was for the better... and worst. The pain on his calves burned, but it felt good. Not in an “I’m-so-suicidal-pain-intoxicates-me” sort of way. Like any other health-freak would say, you know the workout is working when you feel the burn. Beau only pushed himself harder when the familiar feeling tingled up his legs. Fitness was something everyone could get intoxicated on, but for the latter, it was a chore. Somewhere in between, the European found some sort of characteristic that relaxed him as he sweat out his stresses and worries, and washed them away in a cool shower afterwards. After all it wasn’t exactly manly to have a bubble bath with aromatherapy candles.
Since it’d been months since Beau had been on the track, (his brother’s death was only months ago.) it was obvious the ten-kilometer rule might not be in effect. The pain of running had begun to really hurt, to the point where he almost needed a breather. He completed four laps, until he slowed to a slow paced jog. He continued the slow, embarrassing pace until he neared the bleachers. His face suddenly went white- whiter than it already was- when he saw someone else waiting for the track. There were several lanes that were open- Beau only took one. Slowing to a walk, Beau took several deep breaths, calming himself.
It is only a girl, he told himself in his head. You’re the sane one here, she’s probably fucked up; don’t provoke her. Repeating this in his head, the young adult grabbed one of his water bottles, taking a long swig. Instead of staring it this ridiculously pale-legged girl, he looked out to the track. He’d estimated that Beau had only ran at least three kilometers. Taking another small swig, he looked to the girl’s shoes, which were quite unsuitable for running. He didn’t dare look at her face- maybe the psychos here were like dogs. Look ‘em in the eye, and they attack. Who knew though- Beau just planned on going to classes and therapy sessions, and getting the fuck out of there.
“You can go on there, you know.” His accent had butchered his English. He didn’t quite speak English- it was some bastardized form of it. It was slow from his heavy breathing.
Re: crossroads. [open] « Reply #3 on May 10, 2009, 10:14pm »
just keep your mouth shut, keep your guard up
It was really boring, sitting there waiting. Watching other people run was just not that interesting. Chaos didn't know how long the boy planned to be here, but she hoped not long. But as he came around near the bleachers, where he could see her, he slowed down. She felt bad for about half a second for disrupting his workout, but it was a public track, so she didn't feel too bad. She was slightly embarrassed, however. He didn't seem too impressed by her appearance. She did not miss the glance at her choice of footwear. He seemed like he was probably an athlete.
Chaos didn't recognize him at all. Of course, she didn't consider herself an expert on people at this school. Actually, she knew exactly zero. She knew who some of them were, but she hadn't really talked to any aside from a few words where absolutely necessary. Making friends had never been her strong suit. Most people simply weren't worth her time, and the ones that were didn't seem to think she was worth theirs. She she kind of had an unspoken agreement with the rest of the world: You do your thing, I'll do mine.
"You can go on there, you know." Chaos's gaze shifted back to the track as the boy spoke, with an accent she didn't care enough to match with a country. After a moment she looked back at him and shrugged. "I think I'll come back later. I would rather run alone." She started to get up, but changed her mind. Much as she didn't like to make casual conversation, there was one thing she had to know before she left. "So... um... do you come out here often? Cause I've never seen you here before..." Chaos didn't run everyday. She wasn't a serious athlete or anything, but she did come out a few times a week and she needed to know if she was going to have to find a new time, or stop coming altogether.
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Re: crossroads. [open] « Reply #4 on Jun 4, 2009, 7:28pm »
Any sort of interaction at this school seemed almost daring to Beau. Any one of the attendants could be quite unstable; lashing out if he happened to say the wrong thing, or attacking because they were simply insecure. Hell, Beau didn’t blame them. Every day, he woke up with the weight on his chest. It had felt so heavy lately that he’d almost felt like he was about to fall back, or shrivel in on himself. Getting out of bed to start the day had become so tedious of a task that Beau even considered sleeping for several days straight. After losing quite a bit of weight from an anxiety-eating disorder, he promised himself, (mostly the therapist and psychiatrist) that he’d change his disappointing habits.
“Well...” He began, thinking hard to pin-point the exact date of his arrival. “I got here a week ago. I haven’t been anywhere besides my dorm and the therapist’s office.” Admittedly, Beau wasn’t much for therapists. By the end of each session, he was so frustrated by their soft voice and amount of sympathy that he’d rather off himself. “But seriously, you should run. It’s better than an extra session with the therapists or something.” He shrugged. It was true- the therapists were plain torture.
Kicking his shoe at the black, tidy asphalt, he looked nervously at the long hem of his shorts. “So, um, have you been here long?” He asked nervously. It wasn’t like Beau was attempting to reach out and make a friend: maybe not all the students here were insane and/or mental. Maybe it was an overreaction. But, before he got his refund from the program, Beau had to at least try. It was almost as though his erratic perception was getting the slightest bit... silly.
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