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Post by Thornshadow on Jan 11, 2010 15:23:08 GMT -5
Mae Stravek sighed and pulled her ragged cloak closer, walking with her bare feet down the forest trail that steepened as you went further. The ground was freezing on her feet, but she was used to that, so she didn't cry with pain as a 'rich person' would.
She blinked and observed the gorgeous place that was untouched by the city. She breathed in the scents and savored the cool breeze touching her face. Mae watched as a little squirrel skittered down from his tree and bounded to the next tree, his tail fluffing up behind him.
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Post by lexus on Jan 19, 2010 15:30:11 GMT -5
Mercedes jogged easily down the path, she always worked out. And she worked out, a lot. As much as some days she denied it, she was a pretty strict competitor in the horse world. She always appeared to be that party animal that was careless, but deep down she had a strict schedule during the day. But at night, it all went away. That’s the reason she really enjoyed it, that for once nobody cared what you won and how much your horse is worth. They just care that you’ve got the looks- and that was when thing she always knew she had. She was pretty, she knew it, although she doubted it some days, she fit the club scene. She knew how to work it on the dance floor and in the bedroom, but it was days like that where she thought she wanted a steady relationship to. But it just never worked, she just feared she’d wake up one day and be trapped. Her mind continued to roll with thoughts as her feet hit the snow. Her shoes were soaked and feet cold, legs beat red from the freezing air. She ran in the same thing she always did, a long sleeve under armour shirt, spandex shorts and a pair of Nike running shoes. It was cool, but she kept running anyways. She noticed a girl and slowed to a soft jog, and eventually fell into pace beside her. She noticed the lack of shoes, how unprepared for weather she looked. “Hey, are you okay? Or do you always go out without shoes in this weather” asked Mercedes, her tone slightly concerned but slightly bitchy showing off her unusual self. Mercedes wasn’t one to pity, but she knew what pain felt like. [/size]
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