Runner's High [P]

[Asclas Papadios]

Past Date: March 22nd, 2304, Night Location: The Rings: Carnaring Waterfront "Come on! Pick up the pace!" One again Asclas found himself running. This time however he was no longer on Torrentem Cliffs. So being blown away was no longer an issue, but running these next 4 miles already seemed like it was going to kill him. They had already ran 7 and Asclas felt like he had reached his absolute limit. He didn't know how the others did it. It honestly made him wonder if they were athletes before they got thrown into this dark abyss they called the dome. Sometimes Asclas would forget just what kind of place he was in until it made him remembered - often by kicking his butt. Asclas began to slow his pace for a while, just in an effort to catch his breath. Everyone else however continued at their pace - causing Asclas to fall behind by almost 15 feet. After running almost a mile far behind the leader in front behind. "Hurry it up! I've seen a Tenderfoot move faster!" A small insult thrown at Asclas - which honestly with some of the people he's met and seen he didn't think it was a joke. Non the less he increased his running pace. Originally before he began the initiation test - this of which was part two - he was told that they weren't just test. It was also more training. He was told that with each trail he got a little more adapt at living in this place. He got more experience that WILL be needed. As he ran after catching his breath it became easier - his breathing got more even - balancing out with each step. He took longer strides as he ran as well. It wasn't to long after that, Asclas had reached a runners high. His adrenaline started pumping. It was like a drug, everything almost became like a blur - before he knew it he was along side the other runners - focused and energetic.

[Asclas Papadios]

Finally reaching his runner's high Asclas moved closer up to all the others. Even though he still remained chunky - mostly do to a crap metabolism rate - he was able to keep up with the rest of them. Underneath all that chunk was muscle supporting it. All this running all this training wasn't just testing it was exercise. Every now and then Asclas began to recall some of the faces of scouts he'd seen in front of him. Often he'd see them running, mostly he thought they where being called into action but he soon began to realize that they were just trying to be at the top of their game. Being a scout was a responsibility a huge one that put the lives of not just yourself but everyone else at risk. Asclas was beginning to become more aware of that. He had yet to make any friend's really, so when it came down to it he wasn't really aware of how much responsibility he had was willing to take on to protect people he barely knew. Though this was his life now. His fresh start, he could only hope this family was better than the last one he had and if it was then he would have no problem protecting them. If they weren't he'd have to seriously reconsider his life choices. All of that thinking had rushed through Asclas mind all at once. Thought after thought, he soon began to come back to reality when he was just a little bit proud of himself - as he realized he was running on instinct. Not even stopping to look where he was going or fast he was, and as he looked around it seemed everyone else was too. It helped that this was the first area Asclas had ever been too - the Warehouse.