[img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTWEirmIkkoJkekX4-XGJ00P6FJdH5Bpj5a2U5u4QNIpRLTqu13[/img]

[h1][color=deeppink]Kaitlin O'Connor[/color][/h1]

Kaitlin's feet hit the pavement in a rhythmic thrum, while Sia crooned about being Titanium through the buds in her ears. She didn't remember exactly when she took up running. One therapist along the line recommended it to get out excess energy and clear her head... something about running towards a physical goal rather than running from her problems. Whatever the psychobabble logic was, the running did help.

The miles she spent running gave her ample time to reflect on all of the events from yesterday. In hind site it wasn't too bad. Mike and Ashley were both in town, and they would always have her back. Mike especially always seemed to be by her side when she needed him. Somehow Roddy had ended up married to Lanie, but he didn't seem to let her opinion change his, so he was still going in the win column. Lanie and Decky... well, that is what it is. No use in dwelling on that. It was a small town, they would see each other... but they were adults now. Keisha and Logan, they were the unknowns. When she thought about them, all the times they had spent together, and all the times they missed, her heart hurt.

She ran through the streets of Edenridge. Past the diner and the fire station. Past the highschool and auto body shop. As she made her way through the town park, a poster on a telephone pole in the distance caught her eye. Looks like someone was posting a reward for their lost Pomeranian, and Kaitlin wondered absent mildledy if Lanie had decided to run away from home. With a laugh she shook her head, telling herself that starting right now, Pomeranian jokes were banned.

Eventually, her legs began to burn and her breaths became shallow and short, signifying to Kaitlin that it was time to head home. The morning was still only beginning, and the weather was beautiful. After a quick shower, she blow dried her hair, thankful that with a minimal amount of time and product, her long locks dried into soft auburn waves. In just a few more minutes, she was dressed in a knee length pale green dress, the three quarter length sleeves going to her elbows. A cream and tan scarf paired with tan boots completed the look, and she was out the door in moments, her bag dangling from her arm.

The drive to the coffee shop was short, as was the line. As soon as her drink was in hand, her phone buzzed, alerting her to a message. Nervous that it could be from her parents, Kaitlin dug through her bag. Her brow furrowed when she saw the number come up unknown, a video attached. Not thinking much of it, she played it. Regret tore through her as a voice she hadn't heard in ten years filled the speaker. Even after all this time, she could never forget the face or voice of the boy who had shot her.

While it played, Kaitlin was locked in place. Ten years had passed, but on screen, Charlie remained a teenager. He never got the chance to grow up. He had almost taken away hers. As soon as it ended, she tossed her phone in her bag and turned to run from the shop. Unfortunately, she didn't bother to look where she was going, and found herself colliding with an unsuspecting victim of her disregard. 



[h1][color=deeppink]Emilia Carter[/color][/h1]
[color=deeppink]“You must hate me”[/color] Emilia whined, laying on the ground while she clutched her stomach. She was physically fit, but running was not her first choice for physical activity. Matter of fact... she never did it. 

“Emilia, you ran for like, 3 minutes.” the director said, standing over her. By the look on his face she couldn't tell if he was amused or wondering why he had bothered to ever miss working with her.

Slowly she got up, still panting. She really did need to increase her cardio, this was pathetic.

“You've got a few more scenes this morning Em, head on over to wardrobe.” came a voice to her side. It was one of the PA's. There were quite a few on set, keeping everyone organized and on time. It worked, Emilia picked up the pace, excited about the reminder of her scene later today. The cast would be getting a message from Charlie, and she was excited to see where it would go.