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[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Pent up energy is never a good thing. And while Jenny has found some old and new ways to expel such, there's nothing like her favourite. Which is why she's outside today, dressed in new clothing as provided by Bar (tank top and shorts, all brightly coloured) and running around the lake.

So far, going for runs outside has proven to be much nicer than running through the tunnels of Messaline. Actually, everything has been much nicer than the life she was born into.

...she'll probably give you an excited rundown of that everything if you stop her!


[ooc: mun stuck on train all day, please entertain!]

[tiny tag= jenny (doctor's daughter)]

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[mycursedface]

Bah.

Human-shapped creatures.

Medusa, sitting in a tree (she needed to get away from her sisters, get away before she killed them, and inside was...inside), has her eyes firmly closed in an effort not to notice - her sense of smell and heat-sensitivity do not extend that far.

But the trouble with having bloody great big golden wings is that they are noticable, even when one is sitting in a tree.

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Noticable, yes. To a born soldier, as noticable as the sound of another's breath and the feel of eyes watching your every move.

It really doesn't take long for Jenny to notice her then. And it's with a smile and a wave that she approaches.

"Hello!"

[mycursedface]

Eyes still shut,

"Morning!"

(Medusa's voice is like a flute - clear, soprano, not exactly very human)

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

It is a rather pretty voice! Jenny has decided she likes it.

"Beautiful morning, isn't it? I absolutely love it out here!"

[mycursedface]

"It's better than inside," she agrees easily enough.

[ostro_goth]

She would probably not think that the man circling the lake in the opposite direction on a speeder bike is, in fact, a dead Goth.

But he is.-

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Probably wouldn't, given that she doesn't even know what a Goth is. She also has no idea what he's riding, but it looks kind of fun! And by kind of, the narration means a lot.

Enough to stop her in her tracks. "Oh!"

[ostro_goth]

Teja stops his bike; it still makes a bike-like noise while it idles, of course.

"Greetings!"

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Jenny beams, eager to get a closer look at the bike. "What is that?"

[ostro_goth]

"This thing I ride? It is called a speeder bike," Teja says. "A friend of mine named Atton Rand made it for me, in exchange for me making the parts for both mine and his own."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Good morning." It's not that Charlie caught up with Jenny. It's more he waited for her to catch up to him and only then did he start jogging. And he hopes she slows down, since he can't keep up this pace for more than a few minutes. Not that he's going to actually say so.

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Jenny is clearly in a good mood this morning. And when Charlie joins her in running, she greets him cheerfully.

"Hello, Charlie! Wanna race?"

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Race...I'm not sure about race. You're going to be faster than me, I can tell. But we can run together." He couldn't have outrun her when he was her age...that is, a teenager.

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Aww. It would be nice to win!

Still, "Can do!" And Jenny slows done just a bit. "How have you been, Charlie?"

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"I've been okay. There are a lot of things I've been learning here." Mainly how not to annoy people with the wrong questions. "And you?" He falls into a good pace.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin may not be terribly entertaining for a girl [the mun hopes he is for the other mun] but he is interesting.

Unless Jenny is used to six foot plus men who pace anywhere from six inches to six feet from the nearest bit of ground dressed in black boots, a black coat that covers him from neck to ankles, and black gloves. He's also got a triad of hairstyles going: sideburns, dreadlocks, and topknot. Somehow he makes it work.

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

It is a lot of black. And given the summer season, Jenny can only imagine how uncomfortable he may be.

Still, it doesn't hurt to ask. "Aren't you warm dressed like that?"

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"No." Xaldin says with feigned amusement-the only kind he can have, "The Moogles have made the Organization uniform in such a way that I am the same temperature in a volcano as in an ice storm."

Neither are his preferred element but he can survive them.

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

"What?"

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin is honestly uncertain which part is confusing her. "Moogles are craftsmen. They are about this big," he describes Moogle-height with his hands, "and look something like the bat-winged cross between a kitten and a hamster."

[justiceoverlaw]

There is a man in the lake. He's clad in tight-fitting dark blue and grey all over, and we mean all over; the only bits of actual person that're even slightly visible are his eyes. The midnight blue cowl flows into a cape that's really more of a cloak.

Not exactly ideal swimming attire, but he's making a surprisingly good show of it.

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

Really, Jenny thinks she prefers her bikini. It's way more comfortable to swim in and she rather likes the looks Bart's given her when she's been in it.

Still, at some stop in her run, she watches him swim. And may be giggling at the way the cape seems to float on the water.

[justiceoverlaw]

The masked man probably wouldn't dispute that, but comfort would be counterproductive right now.

The cape, large as it is, provides the greatest impediment; otherwise, he really could be in a wetsuit. He's compensating for it admirably, though; while he's doing a front crawl, he's giving it an odd sideways wiggle to let the water sweep the cape out of the way of his arms at each pass.

He hears that giggle as he tilts his head, and waves one hand in mid-stroke. "Hello, there."

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

She logs closer to shore, tilting her head and eying him. "Hi!"

[justiceoverlaw]

Stroke, stroke, stroke, "Nice day!"