Post by Tenchi Lui on Jan 10, 2014 12:04:11 GMT -5
He never said he was a fast runner, he just said that he could run a distance. He didn’t sprint to places on a normal basis and now this girl wanted to have a race to her school which was a mile away? A mile wasn’t all that far he supposed… He could probably do that no problem, and without stretching for that matter. That would show her that he wasn’t out of shape. And what a laugh it would be in her face that someone like him, who was a smoker as well as ‘lazy’ by looks, beats her in the end. She had puny little legs (not that he had been looking) compared to his own which looked massive when he stood next to her.
”It’s all about pacin’. I ain’t sayin’ I can sprint the whole city.” He mentioned while she stretched. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her get prepped for their little race. Soon enough, she was waiting on him. He shrugged his shoulders and faced forward, ”’right, on the count of three.”” He gave the countdown and on the number ‘3’ he took off running in his leather coat, boots, and jeans without a care in the world. He took long runs, his brows furrowing and his lips twisting into a smirk as he pumped his arms to get more momentum going. He wasn’t breathing properly and he didn’t stretch beforehand, but he kept going regardless as fast as his bulky site could carry him. He wasn’t built for speed, he was built for acting like a bulldozer ready to plow down things.
When he came to the first crosswalk, he stopped as the “Don’t Walk’ sign was flashing and the group of people were blocking his way. Not that he would have run across regardless since that was just plain dangerous. He placed his hands on his knees and took in solid heavy breaths during the moment of reprieve. Yeah, that’s right, he was going to do this with no trouble. That had to be half way for a mile, right?
”It’s all about pacin’. I ain’t sayin’ I can sprint the whole city.” He mentioned while she stretched. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her get prepped for their little race. Soon enough, she was waiting on him. He shrugged his shoulders and faced forward, ”’right, on the count of three.”” He gave the countdown and on the number ‘3’ he took off running in his leather coat, boots, and jeans without a care in the world. He took long runs, his brows furrowing and his lips twisting into a smirk as he pumped his arms to get more momentum going. He wasn’t breathing properly and he didn’t stretch beforehand, but he kept going regardless as fast as his bulky site could carry him. He wasn’t built for speed, he was built for acting like a bulldozer ready to plow down things.
When he came to the first crosswalk, he stopped as the “Don’t Walk’ sign was flashing and the group of people were blocking his way. Not that he would have run across regardless since that was just plain dangerous. He placed his hands on his knees and took in solid heavy breaths during the moment of reprieve. Yeah, that’s right, he was going to do this with no trouble. That had to be half way for a mile, right?