Post by desiredthree on Jun 18, 2012 20:58:49 GMT -6
» Not the homecoming kind
Take the top off and who knows what you might find
You can bet I’ll try it, but you can’t always wing
Walking gets too boring when you know how to fly
Sage Gard might have been seventeen years old and already a very adept teenage spy, but that didn't mean she didn't make it to the gym at least three times a week for a full body work out. She wasn't ripped and it would take about a gallon of ice cream a day and a diet of cheesy potatoes to make her even the slightest bit on the chubby side, but she had started working out years ago when she needed some kind of stress relief during the winter when the circus circuit went too slow. It was a habit that had just stuck. She liked the feeling of being on the treadmill, of running five miles until she was drenched in sweat and didn't have a care in the world. She liked seeing the bump of muscle in her triceps and biceps, she liked seeing the definition of his stomach and in her thighs. She was happy with her body, and working out kept her in shape, kept her ready for her future job. Of course, she also totally loved the looks she got from the boys her age.
Sage finished running and turned off the treadmill, letting it slowly come to a stop. She stood there for a moment, looking up, sweat pouring down her face and shoulders as she inhaled and exhaled to recapture her breath. She wiped the few strands of ebony bangs out of her face. Rolling her shoulders, she grabbed her towel and her water bottle and wiped at her face, tossing the towel over her shoulder and stepping off the treadmill. She grabbed onto the top of her water bottle with her teeth to pop it open, squirting a steady stream her mouth and swallowing. Sage sniffed a little, the complete opening of her airways causing her nose to run the tiniest bit. She blinked against a few stray drops of sweat and picked up the corner of her towel to wipe at her face. At a time in the afternoon were most kids were having a late lunch or working on homework before the night life, Sage had been exploring her new home. After finding her dorm, she had immediately returned to the gym to test it out.
It was empty, so far. She hadn’t expected it to be crawling, even for a spy school, gyms weren’t normally a hot spot. That was fine, for now. In a bit, she’d have to go looking for some fun. She’d expected a few more visitors, and looked the part. She’d dressed as sexily as one could when the mission was to work out, and not having anyone to show off for made her frown. And it didn't help that when she worked out she tended to wear whatever she could get away with. She wore skin tight black volleyball shorts with a tight red sports bra that successfully compressed her impressive bust. Thankfully, she may have an American Indian hair and tan, but she didn’t have their slim body. She blamed her curves on her father’s supposed Spanish blood.
Sage sighed, walking over to the indoor track. She wanted a longer cool-down before she hit the showers. She didn’t mind being sweaty, even after exerting herself, nothing was like the pain of wearing a butt-ton load of make-up and costumes, all while spinning and flying around underneath hot theater lights in the middle of July.
She started walking down the indoor track, humming softly to the music in her ears. Her running playlist slipped effortlessly into a nice mix of indie music for her to calm down. She just hoped she didn’t get too bored.
[outfit !] This
[status !] COMPLETE
[word count !] 611
[tag !] ANYONE
[credit !] ALYSSA on caution 2.0!
[notes !] Ugh, a little weird. I haven’t rped girls in forever. And it’s the, first Sage post in a while. Anyone welcome to join, just bear with me