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Dec 05, 2009 06:22

Jamie was tired, and her legs were sore, but she kept running anyway. She'd had a few drinks the night before and had jeopardized her morning workout. These were the things she had to do if she wanted to stay in shape, keep her first string spot, one day make the pro's ( Read more... )

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jacksoncooper December 6 2009, 02:48:22 UTC
ooc: No one replied, yet. And I thought it'd be funny if Jackson tried getting up early.

"How the hell do you get up this early?" Jackson said, almost as if in pain from being so tired. His eyes were squinted in the brightness of early morning, and he suffered from severe bed-head. He sported a gray Sweetwater All-Stars tshirt, a navy blue zip-up hoodie, and jeans.

After hearing her leave this morning, Jackson had trouble falling back asleep and decided to see what six in the morning felt like away from his bed. He was severely regretting this, however, and struggled with a powerful hangover.

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jamieebee December 6 2009, 07:58:35 UTC
Jamie would've recognized that voice anywhere. How many other yanks were on campus, anyway?

She kept jogging, rounding the pitch and slowed to a stop in front of Jackson. With a huff, Jamie put her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath.

"I just-," she breathed, hanging her head while she sucked in a deep breath, "--do. Dedication," another breath, she swallowed, "I never sleep in."

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jacksoncooper December 6 2009, 08:20:44 UTC
"That's so weird," he said, tilting his head to the side, wondering if he would need to puke soon or not.

"And you've seriously been running around? And haven't tossed it?" he asked, honestly shocked.

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jamieebee December 6 2009, 08:34:38 UTC
Rolling her eyes, Jamie dropped her bat. It clattered on the ground just in front of Jamie's feet. She pulled off her Canadian Junior Nationals sweatshirt, revealing the tight, back Painswick Phoenixs long sleeve underneath. She wasn't cold, having performed a warming charm prior to working out, but she was sweating. The black shirt clung to the curves of her frame.

"I'm not hung over," she reminded him, bending down into a lunge as she stretched out her toned legs.

"Are you going to train with me or are you just going to watch me stretch?"

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