Post by Sandra Seal on Dec 22, 2015 0:56:22 GMT -5
Xanthe Capaldi - The Sweatastic Gay
(So this one is revolving around her dad, which she has a form of PTSD from. So this will be a bit more serious and stuff)
Xanthe stared at Squirrel's beady black eyes each time she pulled herself up. She was currently working out by hanging on a tree. Her legs wrapped tightly from one branch and letting her body drop each time she went down. She had her arms crossed behind her head and continuously did a form of sit ups. She was dripping with sweat, the scar on her side and her abs glistening with the moisture on it. She was wearing a sports bra and some workout pants, her hair in a messy ponytail with bits of hair sticking out. She kept her eyes focused on her furry friends each time she pulled herself up. Xanthe loved to work out in the forest since not to many people trekked out here during lunch. The winter winds constantly brushed against her skin, but it wasn't cold to her. It was a known fact that Xanthe hated winter, but no one but her knew why.
She would always work harder during the season. It would take her mind off of things. Things she didn't want to think about. She growled as she pushed herself up again. She was thinking about his death again. She had been working out since 6 AM and it was currently noon. She obviously had a few breaks here and there. She was about to finish her lifts, and then she was going to do pull ups again. She only had about 10 more of her lifts until she got to 175. She definitely would be going to sleep at 6 tonight.
She thought of all the workouts she did beforehand. A few laps, hundreds of push ups, and other things that seemed important. She stretched and had a water break every hour and made sure she took a snack break every two hours.
Xanthe did the ten and then leaned up to grab the branch above the one she was sitting on in order to boost herself into a sitting position. She grabbed her water bottle from the small hole in the tree she sat in and chugged the last half. She had a few more bottles in her bag. She looked at Squirrel and sighed. She knew that she'd have an entire season of this, but it seemed to be the only thing that made her forget what happened to her dad. Most kids got over it, but then there were some like her who never seemed to get better. Sure the others would remember the day one of their parents or ones close to them die, but she held a reminder of it in her bag. She held her father in the satchel she carried every day.
She snarled and jumped from the branch she was on. It was only about 10 feet in the air, and she used a little bit of wind to soften the fall, even though she landed gracefully. She immediately jumped up onto a branch that was closer to the ground and crossed her feet and began to do pull ups. She began counting and absently talking as well.
"1, you need to forget Xanthe. 2, it's in the past. 3, just focus! 4, Gods damn it why can't I forget? 5, just let it go."
She ended up getting to 24 before she heard the sound of crunching leaves from behind her. She began to lower herself. Xanthes' feet touched the ground and in a flash she had her bow pointed at the source of movement. She felt the sweat drip down her face as she lowered the bow once realizing it was just another person. She raised a brow at the kid in front of her.
(So this one is revolving around her dad, which she has a form of PTSD from. So this will be a bit more serious and stuff)
Xanthe stared at Squirrel's beady black eyes each time she pulled herself up. She was currently working out by hanging on a tree. Her legs wrapped tightly from one branch and letting her body drop each time she went down. She had her arms crossed behind her head and continuously did a form of sit ups. She was dripping with sweat, the scar on her side and her abs glistening with the moisture on it. She was wearing a sports bra and some workout pants, her hair in a messy ponytail with bits of hair sticking out. She kept her eyes focused on her furry friends each time she pulled herself up. Xanthe loved to work out in the forest since not to many people trekked out here during lunch. The winter winds constantly brushed against her skin, but it wasn't cold to her. It was a known fact that Xanthe hated winter, but no one but her knew why.
She would always work harder during the season. It would take her mind off of things. Things she didn't want to think about. She growled as she pushed herself up again. She was thinking about his death again. She had been working out since 6 AM and it was currently noon. She obviously had a few breaks here and there. She was about to finish her lifts, and then she was going to do pull ups again. She only had about 10 more of her lifts until she got to 175. She definitely would be going to sleep at 6 tonight.
She thought of all the workouts she did beforehand. A few laps, hundreds of push ups, and other things that seemed important. She stretched and had a water break every hour and made sure she took a snack break every two hours.
Xanthe did the ten and then leaned up to grab the branch above the one she was sitting on in order to boost herself into a sitting position. She grabbed her water bottle from the small hole in the tree she sat in and chugged the last half. She had a few more bottles in her bag. She looked at Squirrel and sighed. She knew that she'd have an entire season of this, but it seemed to be the only thing that made her forget what happened to her dad. Most kids got over it, but then there were some like her who never seemed to get better. Sure the others would remember the day one of their parents or ones close to them die, but she held a reminder of it in her bag. She held her father in the satchel she carried every day.
She snarled and jumped from the branch she was on. It was only about 10 feet in the air, and she used a little bit of wind to soften the fall, even though she landed gracefully. She immediately jumped up onto a branch that was closer to the ground and crossed her feet and began to do pull ups. She began counting and absently talking as well.
"1, you need to forget Xanthe. 2, it's in the past. 3, just focus! 4, Gods damn it why can't I forget? 5, just let it go."
She ended up getting to 24 before she heard the sound of crunching leaves from behind her. She began to lower herself. Xanthes' feet touched the ground and in a flash she had her bow pointed at the source of movement. She felt the sweat drip down her face as she lowered the bow once realizing it was just another person. She raised a brow at the kid in front of her.
