Concrete jungles and paved tracks lit the way for countless joggers and exercised, athletic enthusiast. But despite their gasping breaths and efforts, none measured up to the tireless fortitude that was the lion of a female upfront. With sturdy legs, a slender and yet well built physique, and strength that could outmatch any competitor she sped onwards. Jumping over obstacles, climbing up a wall and through beams, rings, nets and all manner of challenges, she crossed the end of the trial at breakneck speed, much to the agony of those still making their way through it. With wispy curly locks of hair flowing through the finish, she celebrated with poses and a little jig, making her way over to the refreshment stand.
"Bit of slackers in the run aren't they?" Maron asked. Upon being handed a cup of water by an accomplice of the same grade, she crushed it and cooed.
"Well we cannot all be born from the pits of Sparta like you can Mary." Melvin Foreman added, pouring himself a cup, having been allowed to (barely) finish laps on the 'Intermediate' course. Maron Weaver took the cup out of his hands before he could contemplate quenching his thirst and splashed it over herself, wiping with the same solidified dignity she always allowed for herself.
"Sparta's got nothing I'd be afraid of. And if I'm from Sparta, that makes you my wee Athens boy don't it Mel?" She asked her companion in the grey sweatshirt, oval glasses and neatly trimmed hair.
"I suppose, although Athen's never had to organize a book report for the two of us. And one of those books wasn't on famous European Olympians." he joked.
"Yah yah we get it your brain I'm brawn blahtyblahblah it's a tired old cliche. Books are boring anyway. Now didn't the teacher say we could leave soon as we're finished?" She asked in an exasperated tone.
"N-no, I don't recall Coach Klein saying that. Than again, she's not here so we cannot ask. Probably on one of her smoking breaks." Melvin said.
As the two huddled about, they sited an odd couple across the field on a gym set. A ragged blond haired stooge giggling next to a weighty young fruitcake of a women, who couldn't help but laugh along with him. Emptied tubes littered around them as they watched their classmates, stripped down to their underwear swearing profanities as they tried to climb up, only to slip again on well lubricated pieces of equipment. It was quite a sight for most, although Maron only shrugged.
"If I recall right, that's the bard Zach and his mount, princess hambeast Katie. Prince and Princess of stupidville more like it. I bet they feel like the top of the world right now messing around. Say, you want to give them a piece of your mind?" Melvin commented.
"Nay, let the teachers deal with those stooges. I'll give him a good punching if he ever tries to mess with us, but we already finished our runs. I don't like getting involved with other's crap like that or them into mine. So let's just get out of here. We've got better things to do." Maron told him, grabbing his things and already heading towards the door. She saw a nearly-passed out student panting on the floor and skipped over him step to step like a lesser deadbeat unseen to her wide yet uncharting eyes.
"Yeah, guess your right. Who has time to put up with a pair like that anyway?" He said leaving with her.
Underneath the bleachers, a specimen of curious becomings smiled, and jotted down another two names. "You just might dear, and sooner than you think." With a crackle she went off to search for one more unusual score of participants.
