Who: Amara; OTA When: Thursday May 20, 2010 Where: Running the track What: Amara works out Rating: Not high
The blond rounded the track, tanned legs stretched out across the pavement before her, sneakers tapping lightly and wind whipping at her loose shirt and shorts. It was perfect weather for a run and while Amara was not keen on that athletic aspect; she had felt the need to get out of the mansion for days and what better thing to do then run even if you were confined to white lines. Besides, when she was running like this she didn't have to think too much and right now that was all she could ask for. Thoughts and feelings were not something she wanted to deal with at the moment. No, she just wanted to escape, dive into the activity and forget it all. Oh she knew that when she stopped it would all come rushing back, but she didn't care. The fiery girl gave in willingly to her delusion created by sweat and what she dubbed 'wind tears'.
Her ponytail swung back and forth, brushing her neck, and her arms pumped as she crossed the line once more and continued on, breathing heavy. She had to get out of her little shell and make friends, it was her main goal. She had been at the mansion for more than a year and still she felt like a stranger. These were the people she fought side by side with...she had to know them better even if it was only a single conversation. Anything had to be better than being the person on the outside looking in. She spun the dial on her iPod, tapping the skip until she heard a beat she could deal with. During her time in America, she had come to favor a lot of bands and Atreyu was one of them. The screaming was oddly comforting and she took the chance to lose herself in that hard beat. However, she could bounce back into techno just as fast though and anything else that allowed her to dance.