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[center][color=a2d9ce]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟛, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜[/color][/center]

She'd been stretching for almost thirty minutes now. Mentally prepping herself to start, but immediately burrowing back into her stretching routine like a terrified rabbit every time she saw someone enter her line of sight. She wasn't sure what she was so concerned about. Watching a girl run as fast as a car on the freeway here on this campus probably wasn't going to draw as much attention as she thought. 

Her procrastination, disguised as patience, went unpunished, however, as she was finally given a long, people-less gap to begin. She exhaled, readjusting her headphones. It had taken her a good hour after breakfast to find the track listed under the amenities on the second map and then find it for real. No more stalling.

Cal exploded forward. She felt her foot sink as it cracked the track. She tripped in an effort to stop herself, rolling and sliding across the rough surface. 

"[color=a2d9ce]Whoops![/color]" she exhaled sharply as she stood up, looking between the new tripping hazard she'd just created and her bare knees-- not a single scrape. She couldn't decide whether or not it was a comfort. She'd never put much thought into what it must feel like to have super resistance, let alone super strength. Even now, she struggled to put the way it felt into words. 

Another person entered her line of vision and she quickly shoved her hands into her pockets, casually stepping off the track. She didn't want to get busted for breaking it-- not on her first day here.... Maybe she'd come back a bit later?

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Cal felt the hair on the back of her neck rise as she sat up on the track bleachers-- another unfinished Office episode in hand as her ankle cuff rattled off information and orders. What she felt... it was something akin to excitement, though she didn't feel like that word was appropriate. She tried to remind herself that she might die as she hurriedly locked her iPad and tucked it under her arm-- but that only excited her more.

With a carefully controlled pace, she ran back to her room, diving under her bed for the object she'd bought in town that day-- long and wrapped in an old, moth eaten sheet. Pawn shops never failed to deliver-- even in a town like this. There was a hard knock at the door just before Cal swung it open. Before the guard could say a word, she eagerly slipped into the hallway-- doing everything she could not to smile. 

The soldier raised a bemused eyebrow at her as she turned to him and spoke. 

"[color=a2d9ce]Lead the way, guy! Let's do this![/color]"