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Calloused pads grip on the metal bar embedded on the plain area by the rubber track where Elijah is seen doing his pre-run warm ups, lifting himself off the ground without so much of a progress, elbows barely angling an inch. “Is this even possible?” His question’s barely comprehensible through gnashed teeth and heavy breathing. Physical exercises might as well be coined torture chambers from how they were designed. All he’s ever done is complain and he hasn’t even started running in this condition. Upon hearing the whistle, Elijah releases his grip on the bar, palm of a light red and wet of sweat. The run is said to be a mile, four laps around the track without any break. It shouldn’t be a challenge for the son of The Flash, except he’s nothing without his ability and he knows it. The second whistle signals the start of the timer, and as expected, Elijah’s already behind by a few seconds and it’s barely been a minute. 

He’s halfway through the first lap, and to his surprise, he still have both legs attached to his body. Elijah’s heaving, huffing, spewing out so much carbon dioxide that he could feel the Earth get greener. At least his last breath wasn’t wasted. He finds himself shrinking, sinking into the ground- but no, his knees just buckled and now he’s on the middle of the track, directly under the scorching sun, sweating and panting. How attractive. He could hear someone jogging behind him, the figure upside down from his vision but it’s clear who it is. Swiftly, he manages to grab at her ankle, fingers curling around the bony structure with no intentions of having to have her fall. And yet she did. 

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lukaxradcliffe

(` he blinks at the boy, opens mouth then closes. what the fuck ) Are we talking about  pictures or is this…? Why are you– (` pauses and pouts, ponders on what he’s– fuck, that’s what he meant  ) Wait a minute– are you bloody shitting me? That’s… that’s… are you a cannibal?

alxarose

“Because they’re probably being inconsiderate.” She made a face at the other and then turned her attention to the group of students in front of them. “See? Take them for example,” she began and gestured to how the students were blocking the hallway by walking and talking amongst themselves in a horizontal line. “They know that everyone is coming out of class at this time of the day yet here they are.”

jgraysvn

His eyes flickered open and studied the male’s face. Not sure if he was serious or not, he pursued his lips and said, “that’s a good question.” He cleared his throat. “When we dry ourselves, dead skin cells are exfoliated and collect in the towels. Also, the towels gather bacteria and dust throughout the day. So, I’d assume that’s why people would want to wash their bath towels.”

    [ ლ ]—The girl gave a few hurried blinks at the sudden question, before shaking her head with finality. “No! The heroic thing to do would be to save the drowning swimmer!” She had a hand to her waist and a finger pointed at the other. “Hero Logic.”