chasemeifyoucan (chasemeifyoucan) wrote in qwars_rpg, @ 2010-08-12 14:26:00 |
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Ginny collapsed panting, sweat running down her face. The early morning sunshine filtered through the Holyhead’s stadium, and the dew still blanketed the grass lightly. “Nothing like early morning training,” Ginny thought, gulping down some water. She wondered why she did this to herself, none of her team mates would arrive for training for another few hours. Ginny figured it was the healthiest way for her to vent off aggression, running until she practically collapsed. She stripped off her tank-top and wiped her face with it, leaving her clad in her sports bra and running shorts. The match against the Magpies hadn’t gone as well as she had hoped, in fact it was almost disastrous. Furrowing her brow, she frowned as she remembered the outcome. 650 to 580, the Magpies being the winner. Her debut match had gone so well, the Harpies crushing the Catapults, she had even been able to make some spectacular goals. But whatever luck or success had graced her in that initial match had up and left her when they had faced the Magpies. She had made at least ten shots, and missed eight of them. There had also been a slight mishap with a bludger, the evidence still dark purple and tender on her shoulder. Yes, the match had been a disaster in Ginny’s mind, and she wasn’t keen on letting it happen again. Which would be why she had decided to drag herself out of her nice, warm bed at six am to run herself around the pitch until she was satisfied. Ginny hauled herself to her feet, the healing wound of the match opened again by her replay of it during her water break. She left her tank top with her water on the side of the pitch and took off running again, welcoming the rush of endorphins that accompanied her as she made her way around the pitch. The cool morning air dried the sweat on her body, making her shiver slightly. “Oh well,” she thought. She would be warm again soon at the pace she was going. |