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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Sept 13, 2011 20:25:50 GMT -5
There was nothing like purging your body of all food after a brutal track practice. This was something Canyon realized early in the year after he had come back from the hospital. He assumed that just because cancer had throttled his body didn’t mean he wasn’t as strong as he used to be. When, in reality, the aftermath of the event had left him in ruins. The practices he used to be able to complete without a breeze now left him throwing up the contents of his stomach. Though, that was mostly because he worked himself too hard. His endurance just wasn’t what it used to be and if you factor in the heat of the afternoon… It just spelled disaster.
Unfortunately, he was used to it by now. He knew when to get off the track, down some water, and go off in a corner to do his business. He just hoped this wouldn’t lead to the coach kicking him off the team. Canyon absolute adored to be on the track team. It helped him get through the school year. Though, running in general did that so even if he was kicked off for his little habit, it didn’t matter. They couldn’t control when he ran or where he ran. That thought comforted him a little.
Though, despite all this, he was a little… embarrassed by it. The moment he was done, he took a big gulp from his water bottle and stood tall. His green eyes swept the area, checking to see if anyone noticed or if perhaps someone was staring. Chewing on his bottom lip, Canyon capped his water and started to head back over to the bleachers where his bags were placed. Practice was over but he was planning on sticking just a little longer. A few laps around the field as a cool down would do him some good.
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Post by EVAN DANIEL BAILEY on Sept 14, 2011 11:29:16 GMT -5
 (I'm a stitch away from making it
and a scar away from falling apart)
Danny had always enjoyed being on the track team, though he knew he wasn't the best runner by far. He was good on sprint though, rather than long distance, and he was always striving to make himself stronger, faster, better. It helped to build up his endurance too, meaning that he could perform better when he was dancing. Plus, it was a great way to build up muscle and use them in another way, making sure that he didn't strain them from performing the same routine over and over. Dance was his life, it was where his heart was, but he enjoyed being outside and performing with a team.
In particular, he enjoyed having Canyon around, who had proven to be a good friend in the past, worming his way past Danny's walls without leaving the blonde able to defend himself. He'd hate it, but Canyon was sweet, and he trusted him, so he had been allowing himself to trust the brunette more and more. He'd never be Canyons best friend, that spot was reserved for one Graham Kerr, but he was glad to mean something to the older male nonetheless.
He also worried about him, especially when he was working himself so hard he had to throw up. Like now. Danny had tried to be inconspicuous as he stayed behind, kneeling to re-tie a shoelace that had been fine, before doing some stretches as he waited for the other runner to come back to the bleachers, not wanting to bother him when he obviously needed privacy. "Hey" He said softly upon the shifters return, a small smile on his face that betrayed his concern. "You okay? You look kind of, well, awful." Danny wrinkled his nose, knowing that sounded awful, but it was the truth.
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Sept 14, 2011 15:54:12 GMT -5
Even though the comment the sophomore made wasn’t the nicest, Canyon couldn’t help but to smile a little and nod in agreement. He took absolute no offense to what Danny had said because… well… it was probably true. People didn’t exactly look their best after getting sick like he did. Though, he felt a lot better than he had before he had thrown up. He absolutely hated the feeling in the pit of his stomach and the special way the world tilted as each wave of nausea threatened to throw him to the ground right before tossing his cookies. It was worse than the actual process of it all. Though, he supposed he wouldn’t have to do any of it if he didn’t work himself so hard.
“I think I might feel worse than I look,” he mumbled quietly to his friend and took another drink of his water. After a brief pause he realized he didn’t want Danny to worry about such a silly thing so he added, “But I’ll be fine,” with a wider smile. He hated it when people worried about him – especially his close friends. He always thought that they had more important things to worry about. He was completely selfless when it came to others. What they needed always came first and if it weren’t for his good friends, he’d probably wither away to nothing because of it.
Canyon dropped his bottle beside his stuff and gazed out around the track. Everyone was pretty much gone by now but it was obvious he was thinking about staying longer and possibly taking another lap around even though he knew he shouldn’t. Though… His gaze drifted back to Danny. He’d rather spend some time with the blonde. Maybe the sophomore could join him?
“Are you up for another lap around?” His smile became a little pleading as he watched the younger shifter. He really wasn’t sure if he would let him since he had just, you know.. thrown up. Even Canyon knew it wasn’t the best idea in the world.
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Post by EVAN DANIEL BAILEY on Sept 15, 2011 12:45:05 GMT -5
(I'm a stitch away from making it
and a scar away from falling apart)
"Of course you are" Danny smiled, but it was clear that he didn't believe Canyon - and also that he would drop the subject for the seniors sake. He was sweet, once you got to know him, and he hated when people pushed him to talk about something, so he wasn't about to do that to others. Even if he didn't believe Canyon would be fine just yet, he would let him get away with the little 'lie' because he knew his friend wasn't trying to hide how bad he felt, it was just second nature to put others needs before his own. Danny was much the same, so he just nodded and let him pretend that he was fine.
However, hearing that Canyon wanted to go for another lap made him frown a little, taking in the other shifters face, seeing that pleading look that made him want to say sure, we can, no problem buddy!, maybe with a pat on the back - though he resisted the latter because he was worried of getting Canyon to throw up again, this time on his shoes. "Promise me you won't blow chunks on my outfit and I'll race you" He smiled again, concern obvious in the gray of his eyes. But who knew Canyon better than Canyon? If he thought going for another lap was a good idea, Danny wouldn't stop him. He'd just run with him and catch him if things went badly, and because he was such a good friend (and in this case that wasn't even sarcasm) he wouldn't even say I told you so when it ended badly.
[[soooo short I'm sorry ><]]
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Post by CANYON HART PIERCE on Sept 15, 2011 16:38:12 GMT -5
Honestly, Canyon was surprised when Danny complied to another lap around the football field; granted, with a single condition Canyon wasn’t surprised he asked for. He was sure anyone else would have denied him something like that after what just happened. But… that was what made Danny, Danny. He wasn’t everyone else. He let Canyon take care of himself a little more than any of his other friends, which Canyon appreciated. Sometimes he just didn’t want all the fussing over him but he didn’t want to be alone, either. This was one of the reasons their friendship just seemed to… work. The senior was patient and didn’t pry too much when it came to the other’s life and Danny didn’t treat him like a little kid – even though Canyon still acted like one most of the time.
“I promise I won’t ruin your clothes,” Canyon chuckled and set his water bottle down. He wasn’t positive if he wouldn’t throw up again but he knew he would do everything in his power to not get sick around his friend. “One lap and then I’m done. But let’s make it interesting. Loser has to do something for the winner?” A wide grin spread across his mouth as he glanced at his friend. The giant would be lying if he said that he wasn’t confident in his abilities on the track. He had long legs, which just added to his already lengthy stride, and even though he was a distance runner, he was still fast. Granted, his weight gave him a disadvantage. Weighing in at nearly two hundred pounds tends to slow you down just a bit.
But Danny was a sprinter. He did races like these all the time, didn’t he? And after what happened with Asia at Lake Eola, Canyon shouldn’t be too cocky. Especially since he was still feeling just the faintest traces of his sickness still fading from his system.
note: lol it’s okay because my posts are short too
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