Posted almost 4 years ago
"Here we go," Dal Dal whispered to herself as she finished lacing up her sneakers. Delphinium is her given name, but when she began racing, she decided to take on a shorter and more memorable name, anything as long as it wasn't the name of some tall, tree resembling flower.
She looked up from her feet as she stood, examining the area before her. She stood on her apartment balcony, smiling slightly. There was little to no wind, and that was perfect, no resistance. She nimbly jumped on the railing of the balcony, throwing herself off.
There was a thud as she landed on the rooftop below, and she grimaced slightly. Falling from so high unto something solid hurt, but she'd gotten used to it; it was her daily routine. She began running, jumping and somersaulting through the air. She added her touch of gymnastics flair everywhere possible. Being quick isn't everything, she told herself, you have to impress the audience if you want to be popular. Beads of perspiration ran down her face and limbs. Her grey t-shirt and black sweatpants were damp with sweat as well. Her blonde hair cascaded down to her shoulders; however, her pin on tiger ears were left at home today, she usually only wore them for competitions.
She was without doubt one of the best free runners, she liked to consider herself just that, but she needed to get better. "Discipline, speed, flexibility, elegance." She repeated softly to herself. Dal Dal jumped off the railing for some stairs, somersaulting in mid air, before landing on her feet on the ground. She added a few cartwheels for an excellent finish, before she turned to blow as ki$$ to two people she saw cheering for her. Maybe, she wasn't the best yet, but she was definitely the most popular. With a soft giggle, she began jogging, searching for a place to begin her new course. With the race tomorrow, she couldn't allow herself to be unfit. She hadn't participated in the last two, due to being ill, and her fans had become curious. She wouldn't let them, or herself, down this time.
Damian clung to the edge of a roof, dragging himself up quickly before he began running once more. He jumped down unto a lower roof, before he swung himself down unto a balcony, cartwheeling off the railing and landing on the ground. He panted softly, before turning and back hand-springing down some stairs.
He stopped for a second, sliding down to the ground. Sweat dropped down his bare chest, unto his black track pants. He brushed his hair from his face, the ends of which were also soaked in sweat. He decided in his mind, that he'd rest for five minutes at most, before he began practising again.
He'd began free running recently, and he doubted anyone knew him. There was a race tomorrow. If he could only place a good spot in that, then he could establish himself as an official free runner.
(Posted, finally. I got really lazy with Damian. Well, still, it's a slightly decent post I guess. I'm tired, so I'm not at full writing capacity. )