Just Counting The Stars... (Trevor)
Aug 19, 2015 23:14:09 GMT -5
Post by Serena Varsair on Aug 19, 2015 23:14:09 GMT -5
23 hours, 25 minutes since Serena woke up. 23, 26. Serena laid down on the soft grass of the courtyard and looked at the nightsky. It had been watered just a couple hours before she had come out, and she could still feel the moistness of it. It was refreshing after the laps around the campus she had just run.
Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on her breathing, which was always a little faster than it really should be. She had learned at Kocher that slowing down her breathing also helped slow down the hyper-focus of her mind a bit and just let her enjoy the moment. 23, 28...she used the mental clock as a way to relax a bit. But it was only 9:31. Just because she had slept from 8 pm to 10 pm the night before didn't mean she'd be as lucky tonight. And she wasn't.
Serena sighed and rolled over, feeling a brief chill run through her as her slightly wet back met with the open air.
Serena was wearing a black training tank top (exposed stomach/waist; tight [but somewhat covering] around cleavage) and grey training shorts with white sneakers. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she was wearing contacts instead of her glasses. She still had makeup on from earlier in the day, but she knew some of it had sweat or worn off from exercising. (No streaks, though)
Shifting position again, she sat up, pulling her knees closer to herself and just stared up at the stars. When she was younger and first experiencing the insomnia her powers gave her, she had determined to herself that she would count every star she could see.
Serena laughed to herself. Even at that age, she got bored with the action. But she still liked looking up at the stars, wondering what mysteries they hid and seeing if she could spot any constellations that she knew.
(OOC Note: I'm marking this forward one day to Friday night, so as there is no curfew problem)
Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on her breathing, which was always a little faster than it really should be. She had learned at Kocher that slowing down her breathing also helped slow down the hyper-focus of her mind a bit and just let her enjoy the moment. 23, 28...she used the mental clock as a way to relax a bit. But it was only 9:31. Just because she had slept from 8 pm to 10 pm the night before didn't mean she'd be as lucky tonight. And she wasn't.
Serena sighed and rolled over, feeling a brief chill run through her as her slightly wet back met with the open air.
Serena was wearing a black training tank top (exposed stomach/waist; tight [but somewhat covering] around cleavage) and grey training shorts with white sneakers. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she was wearing contacts instead of her glasses. She still had makeup on from earlier in the day, but she knew some of it had sweat or worn off from exercising. (No streaks, though)
Shifting position again, she sat up, pulling her knees closer to herself and just stared up at the stars. When she was younger and first experiencing the insomnia her powers gave her, she had determined to herself that she would count every star she could see.
Serena laughed to herself. Even at that age, she got bored with the action. But she still liked looking up at the stars, wondering what mysteries they hid and seeing if she could spot any constellations that she knew.
(OOC Note: I'm marking this forward one day to Friday night, so as there is no curfew problem)