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Post by magdalena luisa of austria on Jul 25, 2012 3:30:34 GMT -5
Yeah, I, I know it's hard to remember,  [style=width: 150px; height: 100px; background-color: 922e35; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 8 8px; line-height: 100%; color: 000000; font-family: arial; center; padding: 10 10 10 10px; overflow: auto; border: 5px solid #ffffff;] TAGGED: vera hallyna of ukraine
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Maggie woke up early Saturday morning, she hoped that there would be no one in the gym at this hour. She wanted to get in a few hours of practice before she had to meet her sister for brunch. So that’s what brought her to the gym this early in the morning, though she would have preferred to be in her room sleeping. She threw her stuff in her locker and headed toward the part of the gym that was usually reserved for basketball players. When she was alone, Maggie liked to practice her shots by hitting a ball against the wall. Usually it worked better to start up the ball machine and practice outside, but even though the snow was long gone, it was still a bit chilly out and she didn’t want to risk being outside in her tennis outfit. After all tennis outfits weren’t really meant to be worn in the absolute cold which it still was outside. Plus if she practiced hitting against the wall, there was no risk of her having to go to great lengths to retrieve her ball indoors. It was always a pain to go and look for her balls when she was done with practice and she was outside.
At first her serves were friendly, but the more into it she got, the harder she hit the ball as it returned to her. It got to the point where it almost hit her in the face once. Luckily she was fast enough that she moved out of the way as the ball bounced away from her and into the opposite side of the gym. With a sigh she made her way towards the general direction of the ball, really she shouldn’t allow herself to get so into it when she was practicing. She hadn’t even noticed she was all sweaty. Gross. Well she would at least be able to shower after this and she’d be all fresh for brunch with her sister later. She pushed all thoughts of food aside as she finally retrieved her ball and went back to it. That was the thing about Maggie, when she allowed herself to get all sucked into her work outs, she tended to forget that time existed. All that mattered was to hit the ball, and have it return to her so that she could do it again. It was this never ending cycle, which she adored. After all sports was one of the few thing she excelled at. It was the only place where her competitive nature really flourished, outside of academics. And it was the only place where she was allowed to be her normal self, and she broke out of that quiet girl mold. Not that she minded being the quiet girl, but there was a completely different personality hidden underneath the silence she wrapped herself in. But she didn’t care, right now her focus was about hitting the ball. But of course the more she got into it, the more time passed, that it got to the point where she almost hit herself again and her ball went flying once more towards the other side of the gym. With a frustrated sigh she made her way towards the ball again, but this time the gym doors opened, and she was surprised to see someone else was coming in.
“Hello?” she called as she got closer to the ball and the door.
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Post by vera on Jul 29, 2012 16:36:33 GMT -5
[/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top: -535px;]Mad mad mad world [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; height: 275px; padding: 5px;] It didn't matter what day of the week it was, you could guarantee Vera would be up at seven in the morning. In the winter months, it was still dark out, but once spring arrived, the sun would rise earlier, and so she was able to see the sun rise. That was what she liked most about getting up early -- seeing the sun pass over the horizon, the rays spilling into the cracks of the window, barely hitting her face. She was always quiet when she awoke -- her body was now used to getting up around seven, so it came naturally -- and so slipping out of her room never stirred anyone else up. Most mornings she would just sneak down to the cafe and have herself a cup of coffee, which always helped her, most especially with her nightmares. It was rare for her to not have some sort of nightmare, even if it was small; good nights sleep were hard to come by, but when they did come, Vera welcomed them with open arms. Last night, though, was not a good night; in fact, it was an awful night's sleep. Her dreams involved Arasmis and a mutated form of the Hungarian princess, holding a research paper that then morphed into a bomb. Vera awoke right before the bomb blew her brother to bits. It was a recurring dream -- a dream with bombs. It had been happening since she was eight years old, and Vera was used to it at this point; most of the time it was just her and the bomb, and occasionally strange faces she'd never seen. Only recently had her family begun to pop up in her dreams, and last night, the Hungarian princess had shown for the first time since Vera's first year at Vineheart.
It all, of course, had to do with the fact that her brother was currently paired with Julianna for a project. Vera should have been the one paired with him, but instead she was paired with another royal, while their idiot teacher had decided to pair the lesser-violent Arasmis with the arrogant Hungarian princess. No matter that Hungary and Ukraine were currently involved in a bitter, tragic war -- one that neither country could control because the war was solely in the hands of the people. The people wanted the war, not the royals. But the royal families had to suffer, most especially the Ukrainian royal family. It was Vera who was the glue that held the wooden house of the family together, and she positively hated it. Her anger drove her, sometimes consumed her -- she was not the friendliest person, and it was rare that she said a word to anyone. She only had, what, two friends here at Vineheart that didn't include her family? Yeah, not ideal for a country at war. But Vera couldn't make friends. It just didn't happen. She had far worse things to worry about.
But this anger felt like too much at times, and so to rid her body and mind of it, sports had come into play. Vera was not into physical contact sports -- she would become too aggressive, she knew -- but running was her niche, ironically enough. She'd joined track and cross country her first year at Vineheart and it was one of the best decisions she'd ever made. Not only did it de-stress her body, but it helped her focus on her school work and keep her mind off of, well, the Hungarian royals. Currently, she was involved in cross country, since track wasn't going to start for another month or so -- it was still too cold out. Most mornings that she awoke, Vera would either hit the cafe, or hit the trails, and since she wasn't in the mood for coffee, she'd chosen the trails this morning after her particularly bad night of sleep. However, it was currently cold and raining this Saturday morning, which meant the trails would be too muddy. So, she did the only thing she could think of: she made her way to the gym. There were bleachers in the gym that she could use as running stairs, and a balcony above the gym that could serve as a running loop. However, when she pushed the gym doors open, she was surprised to find, instead of complete silence, the sound of a ball being whacked against the concrete walls, and shoes skidding on the floor. Her wide hazel-brown eyes trained on the figure of a tall, lean girl, and she instantly recognized her as the youngest Austrian princess, sister to the biggest brat that walked the campus. Vera wasn't exactly a fan of Emma, but then again, she had never said one word to her -- she didn't plan on it. The steered clear of the crazy girls at this school. Well, she steered clear of most people at this school. The girl turned in her direction and called out, but Vera said nothing, only appearing into the light of the gym and meeting her gaze. So she'd interrupted the girl's tennis session, so what? She wasn't going to bother her. Vera offered a small smile, though more of a grimace than anything, and made her way up to the stairs, ready to get in a heavy cardio session.
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