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rukhgate2013-01-19 07:25 pm
lilimarleen) wrote in rukhgate2013-01-19 07:25 pm
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[One hundred and sixty six. One hundred and sixty seven. One hundred and sixty eight. The rhythmic tip-tap of shoes against the cobbled floor barely echoed among the noise of the courtyard of birds--sometimes students, too--overhead, and those calling to one another. Germany's rope slapped against the floor occasionally as she skipped for the past hour. Her uniform was abandoned not far, discarded after-hours for ease of practice.
Her back was starting to ache, however. She'd never felt the strain of her figure before arriving her. Now her back ached liberally with exerted effort. If anything was an incentive to get out of here and where she belonged, getting rid of back ache was a good one as any.]
One hundred and seventy. One hundred and seventy one. [She muttered to herself, resisting the urge to wipe her damp fringe off her forehead. Perhaps she could get two hours out of this before figuring out what to do about food for the evening.
The thought was just about distracting her from those who stared as she exercised.]
Her back was starting to ache, however. She'd never felt the strain of her figure before arriving her. Now her back ached liberally with exerted effort. If anything was an incentive to get out of here and where she belonged, getting rid of back ache was a good one as any.]
One hundred and seventy. One hundred and seventy one. [She muttered to herself, resisting the urge to wipe her damp fringe off her forehead. Perhaps she could get two hours out of this before figuring out what to do about food for the evening.
The thought was just about distracting her from those who stared as she exercised.]
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[Roy's comment is in the vein of a professional seeing someone employ a time-honored if somewhat nostalgic technique in his chosen field, and being delighted at the fact.]
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[He accepts it self-consicously, having not done this himself in forever, as he'd said. Considering the jumprope in his hands, he brings his hands down sharply, hops over the rope as it flies beneath his feet -- and then it promptly catches on the hilt of his greatsword, leaving him awkwardly jumping over nothing.]
I -- did not think about that.