Post by charlotte on Sept 27, 2007 6:28:52 GMT 1
Although she ran quite often in her spare time, both for recreation and to keep in shape, the idea of track and feild didn't appeal to Charlotte Anders in the least. The thought of sprinting around a track, or running five kilometers along a single-loop trail with a number pinned to her felt degrading in a sense. Running was one of the only real hobbies she had, and running as part of an organized team with or against other people somehow seemed to sap any enjoyment she found from the act.
But an undeniable urge had caused her to seek out social contact; something more often felt for her, it seemed. Perhaps it was the presence of the Watchers and the air that most seemed to be on edge, or feeling threatened. If anything, the junior desired peace and quiet, and previously, with the Pillars keeping relative order - aside from a few hiccups regarding the Varronite/Hircinian Riot and Stern Mason - there had been an abundance of it.
In retrospect, Charlotte realized that she had quite a disturber of the peace in her own way: provoking people, unconsciously forcing herself to be anti-social; constant sarcasm and negativity. Now, while feeling so insecure in the school, student body, and Watchers, she craved that security she now realized she had both taken for granted and been a hypocrite because of it. In the eyes of most, her name and face had become synonymous with Leon Loire's Girlfriend, Skinny Bookworm, and Girl Who Stood Up To Zeniro, even if the level of recognition she was paid was still next-to-nothing. To most she was just another face in the crowd of many, which, as always, Charlotte didn't mind.
WHUD!
Her leg swung straight and low, her foot curved inward lightly as she bent over the ball, and it shot across the ground to the feet of another girl, who expertly turned, dribbled, then laid the ball off at the feet of another.
Varsity Girls Soccer.
And since most of Charlotte's strength and finesse came from her legs and lower body, soccer seemed a good place to start.
"You've got a pretty good kick and you can run," the coach said, calling her over as he observed the others doing the drill. The tryouts had been the previous week, and Charlotte had been surprised to find her name near the bottom of the team roster. "Work on your skill, practice hard, and spend a few games watching and you might just make starting Striker."
Charlotte nodded, then the coach said: "Get back in there Anders," before calling over another girl and taking out another soccer ball from the bag behind him, apparantly to show her something to do with passing.
Charlotte Anders re-entered the drill, tapping the incoming ball with the inside of her foot to control it, before dribbling foward to lay it off at another's feet, moving to the back of the line.
Her grin was one of a bizzare and unknown sense of fulfillment.
But an undeniable urge had caused her to seek out social contact; something more often felt for her, it seemed. Perhaps it was the presence of the Watchers and the air that most seemed to be on edge, or feeling threatened. If anything, the junior desired peace and quiet, and previously, with the Pillars keeping relative order - aside from a few hiccups regarding the Varronite/Hircinian Riot and Stern Mason - there had been an abundance of it.
In retrospect, Charlotte realized that she had quite a disturber of the peace in her own way: provoking people, unconsciously forcing herself to be anti-social; constant sarcasm and negativity. Now, while feeling so insecure in the school, student body, and Watchers, she craved that security she now realized she had both taken for granted and been a hypocrite because of it. In the eyes of most, her name and face had become synonymous with Leon Loire's Girlfriend, Skinny Bookworm, and Girl Who Stood Up To Zeniro, even if the level of recognition she was paid was still next-to-nothing. To most she was just another face in the crowd of many, which, as always, Charlotte didn't mind.
WHUD!
Her leg swung straight and low, her foot curved inward lightly as she bent over the ball, and it shot across the ground to the feet of another girl, who expertly turned, dribbled, then laid the ball off at the feet of another.
Varsity Girls Soccer.
And since most of Charlotte's strength and finesse came from her legs and lower body, soccer seemed a good place to start.
"You've got a pretty good kick and you can run," the coach said, calling her over as he observed the others doing the drill. The tryouts had been the previous week, and Charlotte had been surprised to find her name near the bottom of the team roster. "Work on your skill, practice hard, and spend a few games watching and you might just make starting Striker."
Charlotte nodded, then the coach said: "Get back in there Anders," before calling over another girl and taking out another soccer ball from the bag behind him, apparantly to show her something to do with passing.
Charlotte Anders re-entered the drill, tapping the incoming ball with the inside of her foot to control it, before dribbling foward to lay it off at another's feet, moving to the back of the line.
Her grin was one of a bizzare and unknown sense of fulfillment.