#dontflockwithbeck

He usually tried to stay inside during the winter. It was better that way. Sweating and cold did not get along, and though he had a strong immune system, he also wasn't in a position where he was okay with risking illness. It wasn't that he'd be brutally murdered if he took a day or two off work, or that he had a horrible fear of germs. But the worst thing Cyril could imagine was his body failing, even temporarily. He went to such lengths to keep it in perfect condition, going to the gym every day, sometimes even more than once, eating healthy, everything one was supposed to do.

But he could only run in place for so long before he went stir crazy, and today he'd reached his breaking point. So instead of going to the gym, Cyril dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, pulling on a pair of running shoes, before he headed out the door in a sprint, making his way into the forest. It didn't take very long for him to get there, losing track of time and where he was going as he ran. Cyril wasn't lost, of course, having grown up and run these trails more times than he could count. That was the magic of running. He lost track of everything, except the beat of his heart and steady rhythm of his body, going faster and further than most anyone else could dream of without a break, years of conditioning getting him into the shape he needed to be.

He only stopped running when he saw girl coming his way, the path too narrow for both of them to fit. So he stopped, only for a moment, stepping off to the side and tugging off his shirt, taking a deep breath as he realized that not only was he hot and sweating, but also slightly sore. He hadn't had a good run in far too long.

Ever since the idea of getting a dog had popped into her head, Pocahontas hadn't been able to get it back out. She loved al animals, whether it was those running through the woods or soaring through the sky, she wasn't picky, they all deserved her love, so they all got it. Lately she'd been thinking that she needed just a little bit more, something that she could love just a bit more and something to call her own. Her father hadn't jumped at the idea of her getting a dog, but he hadn't said no either, so she took that as a sign that one should become hers. She'd debated for some time where she was going to go to start looking, but she finally opted on trying the animal sanctuary. The young girl gently knocked on the door before slipping inside and looking around for someone who might be working there. "Excuse me." She called softly while approaching a woman, "I'm looking for a dog, could you help me?" 

Flynn had won a date with a complete stranger in the raffle, of whom he knew nothing but her name. He didn't mind, though, as a date was just a new chance to meet a new person and have a good time.

The man had arrived at the agreed meeting place, close to the petting zoo at the fair. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a black jacket over a button-up shirt. He leaned against the wall, awaiting Beck's arrival patiently.