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[sub][hr][sup][sup][hr][/sup][/sup][/sub][sup][color=#44a28b]I[/color] break bones to carry my weight on
Strain muscles and string them around
And around my neck
In a [color=#44a28b]vice[/color][/sup][sup][hr][sup][sup][hr][/sup][/sup][/sup][center][color=#44a28b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Morning Jog / Shower / Mediating a Car Race
[color=#44a28b][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Archer [@spooner], Mikey [@cerozer0], Dante [@Dirty Pretty Lies], Cornelius [@Hushed Whispers][/center][hr]

Late summer air smelled the sweetest. It filled his nose to mingle in his lungs and expel in a burst of breath. It beat his heart to the pounding of his feet against the pavement. Wildflowers grew along the edges, between the cracks of the sidewalk. He stepped on a few walking out, to which he cursed and frowned, but otherwise moved on. 

Five a.m. wasn't a time people liked to find themselves waking to, whether the sun rose or not. He, however, found it the perfect time to throw on a pair of shorts and jog in brisk air. He breathed it in, let it fill him, until vigor surged forward. A pair of ear buds hung from his ears, bouncing against his chest to pump song after song until he lost himself in a high.

And then he found himself at the front of his building, chest heaving that late summer air. His eyes spotted the meandering bodies, the ones passing windows and the ones exiting. Dash Cunningham, or Coach, as he preferred, saw to a group of young men day in and day out. Usually, he did so without fail. It didn't look that way today and he pinched his brow before running inside, slipping past a young man to which he slapped a hand to.

[color=#44a28b]"Archie boy, wassup,"[/color] he called out, smiling a large row of teeth as his eyes wandered the group of brothers mingling into Archer's car. Coach stood in the door for moments, squinting after the lot of them. It hit him and he closed his eyes before throwing himself back inside. Course he forgot about the bonfire.

It took him mere moments to shower and then suddenly Dash Cunningham was outside with megaphone in hand.

[color=#44a28b]"Sorry boys!"[/color] he called out, still pulling up a pair of shorts on his way through the door, [color=#44a28b]"Daddy's ho—gah—[b]Daddy's home and he's ready to kick off this semester![/b]"[/color] After a moment, he stepped up toward Archer's car with his tank top in hand. He pressed the megaphone to Mike's chest, mumbling out, [color=#44a28b]"Hold this for me, kiddo,"[/color] before throwing on the shirt and retrieving his [s]torture device[/s] voice amplifier.

Dash bent low, looking at Archer and Dante. He pressed the megaphone to his mouth again and turned it on with a loud squeak, [color=#44a28b]"Did someone say race?"[/color] Whipping around, he spotted Cornelius not too far off, [color=#44a28b]"Stop sexting and get over here! Mikey needs a partner and I'm mediating!"[/color] He turned back around to notice Archie had left, racing down the road.

[color=#44a28b]"Hey! I didn't say go, yet! This doesn't count! Archie!"[/color]