Gwyneth Ortega (sepiagwyn) wrote in fruitful_rpg, @ 2009-02-22 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gwyneth ortega, location: the beach, player: marissa, player: mhia, status: incomplete |
Who: Gwyneth Ortega and anyone who runs into her.
When: Monday, 23 March, 2049, after class.
Where: Innovo Beach
Rating: G/PG
Summary: Gwyneth takes a run on the beach, a frown on her face.
Warnings: None
Her hair, already dirty from lack of washing, was thrown up into a ponytail, the ends hitting her back in as her feet touched the ground. It was a beautiful day, as always, at Innovo Beach, not very many clouds in the sky. After scanning the beach for objects, she looked up at the blue sky, inhaling the scent of salt. Her peace was spoiled as she grimaced as her visor slid down her face, finally resting on the bridge of her nose. Practically growling, she threw the red visor down into the sand, not bothering to stop. Of course, right after, she changed her mind and turned around to get it, since getting rid of a perfectly good visor was selfish and not very practical. With silent defiance, she put it back onto her head with unnecessary force before continuing her journey with no destination.
She had been running for an hour, a transparent film of sweat covering her face. The thick, black work-out carpi's didn't help, but you try telling her that. Taking a break, she stopped, a few feet away from where the beach and water met. She wasn't a big fan of the ocean; not when she wasn't in a rash guard. She raised her arms over her head, grabbing her right elbow with her left hand. As she sun beat down on her face, she glared at nothing in particular, ignoring the various beach-goers. Thankfully, it was a Monday, so not many toddlers were there. Surprise surprise, Gwyneth didn't like children. Anyone under the age of 17 made her want to pull her hair out. Or rather, their hair out.
Now she had a reason to scowl. Even though she wasn't thoroughly rested, she took off, her stride long. Unlike most athletes, she had no music device or any sort, since it was simply distracting. Plus, she rather liked the sound of air passing her ears. So, in order to clear her mind, Gwyneth had to exhaust herself. The last thing she wanted to think about was The Fruitful Project. Sadly, Gwyneth's thought process was always rushed, and always there, even if she entered that realm those in the sports world call "the zone".
Even though she would admit it to no one besides herself, Gwyneth was scared. She had been spared several times, but never once had she breathed a sigh of relief. There was always next time, after all. The young woman got angry just thinking about being in an arranged marriage. It went against everything... Subconsciously putting her fury into physical force (which she did all the time), she ran even faster, nearly mowing some poor soul down.