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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIht9gnJjQY][sub][i][color=salmon]It's not about how fast you can run; it's about what's been given so you can.
It's not about the edge that you're on; it's about where you're going when you land.
It's not about the banks you're confined in; it's about spilling over the walls.
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[img]https://i.imgur.com/SwUE3u8.png[/img][/center]Some might call where Janet was lost, but that word didn't exist in her vocabulary. She wasn't ever lost because her journey was never about the linear path. She took winding roads, shortcuts, and even some detours that extended her stay in a certain place, but she was never [i]lost[/i]. To her, the best part of being a wanderer like she was being able to coexist with the world in every sense of the word. In the little time people were alive in this world, there was too much to see if one spent it worrying about petty, trivial things such as if one has lost their way or not.

As the wallflower blonde traversed through familiar fields, the same scent from before filling her lungs, she hummed to herself until she didn't. Her humming brought a smile to her face as she looked around, blue-green eyes widely observing the lay of the land. [color=salmon]"This isn't the right place,"[/color] she mused aloud as she turned around and went back the way she came. Janet would spend another hour aimlessly wandering around.

Through the city, Janet's aimless wandering landed her deep in the heart of Mobius' skyscrapers. It wasn't exactly the place she needed to be, but Janet was in awe of the size of the architecture. Something about the way the buildings stood and how high they rose to the sky drew her in. At some point during the process of looking way up, Janet herself started to ascend from the ground, her body engulfed in bright, multi-colored light and she flew high. The wind rushed past her and she landed on one skyscraper, which was the tallest of them.

Her eyes filled with amazement. How amazing something that something so isolated from the world could linger in the sky, hover above the clouds, and be hidden from the world, yet it felt like it was as all meant it to be. 

The wind was high at the altitude she was at. Though the air was tight, it was the most natural she felt. Being so high up gave her the best feeling in the world. After she would take the next couple of moments savoring the feeling of being at one with the moment, she leaped over the edge of the building, fixating on what she had known to be the dorm buildings and propelled herself through the air at her top speed. 

With such speed behind her, one might think she could lose her control but the exact opposite happened. She was able to freely control not only the speed at which she could breeze through the air but her movements too. She spun around, widely grinning as the Dorm Buildings came into view. She had cut the flight as dipped her body down and then propelled herself again, this time descending at the same speed. When she was about a few dozen yards from the ground, she attempted to slow down the speed, but something went wrong.

[color=salmon]"Uh oh."[/color] 

The feeling of dread was soon present in her face as her body rocked side to side as she descended at a quarter of the speed she had gained. It wasn't going to be death but when she hit the ground, her body flailed about and she tumbled into the 1A building, crashing into a table. 

[color=salmon]"Ouchie!"[/color] She whined, rubbing her head.

Everything hurt. From her arms that felt like they were bruised -- or were gonna be bruised -- to her legs feeling like jelly. As she slowly had gotten up from the crashed table, splinters of wood, which thankfully weren't stuck to her body due to the special fabric her father made her clothes from, but it didn't mean the pain was avoidable, especially when she did things like that. When she finally got to her feet and looked around, there was no doubt in her mind that the entrance she just made, whether it was her intention or not (it wasn't), all eyes were on her now. 

And she froze up. 

It wasn't like she intended to do that. Janet was known for being able to carry a conversation through any means but when she didn't have time to adjust to surroundings and naturally weave herself into a group, she had difficulties functioning. So while everyone who was staring did that, she rebooted herself, took in a deep breath, and ignored the waves of pain passing through her body. She put on that usual Janet Lucasta smile and waved to everyone. 

[color=salmon]"Hi Hi! I'm Janet Lucasta!"[/color] Her voice was her usual cheery, borderline-high-pitched self.

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