Amelia didn't run to stay in shape. Nor was she some health freak who wanted to live longer. No... she ran every morning to calm the thousands of synapses in her brain that would not let up. She's been doing this for so long she didn't need an alarm clock any more. The moment the sun's rays hit her face, Amelia was up and out of bed a second later. That morning had been no different as she woke up bright and early to the sounds of heavy metal music playing in at the lowest volume level possible. Even if half of her neighbors didn't care if she had whatever kind of music blaring on her speakers, she still had to be respectful to the neighbors that did. She still kept it at that volume as she dressed into a magenta tank top, black athletic tights and an extra large dark red hoodie. By the time she was out the door, the heavy metal anthem had been replaced by a soft, jazzy melody that she could almost barely catch. Amelia made a mental note to turn on the volume when she got back home but the itching in her limbs took priority as she bounded downed the steps and out the front gates.
It always took her at least an hour of straight running to get most of the excess energy out of her system. She always ended the first leg of her routine near the Chinese restaurant she worked at. Thanks to Jin's connections, the mute was able to snag a job as a delivery girl. Even if she only worked on a minimum wage salary, she got to bike everywhere and keep all her tips. Plus, they always gave her free food whenever she passed by. So after smiling her way into getting a meat bun, Amelia was out the door to finish off the second portion of her run.
She always got back to the apartments by noon, hungry again and drenched in sweat. But all that paled in comparison to the wonderful feeling of accomplishment coursing through her veins. With her mind clear and energy at a decent level, Amelia skipped through the gates. Already the Blackwing Apartments was buzzing with activity as most of it's residents got ready for the new day. The red-head saw Daniel conversing with the ever-popular Jin and she herself was tempted to say her hellos but she realized she didn't have her notepad with her. Today's sports pants lacked in pockets so she couldn't even slip her tiny notepad anywhere. Deciding to skip out on that conversation, Amelia was about to head inside when she heard a familiar, irritated voice.
Standing to her left was Erin Keller, her friend and neighbor. She was in the same clothes she had on yesterday so Amelia assumed that Erin had just come home from a night of wandering. The amputee always did that and Amelia used to worry that she'd never come home. But she always came back, usually without that aggravated look on her face. Maybe she had met another guy; Erin did hate guys after all. Amelia bounded for the shorter girl and waved excitedly in front of her face. That's when she noticed something silver in her hands. Amelia pointed to it and tilted her head to one side, a look of confusion gracing her face. She had said something about someone dropping it so maybe...
Amelia looked up and saw the handsome face of Andy staring down at them. Her face immediately flared up, almost matching her hair color and she quickly pulled her hood over her head to hide it. She took a quick breath to steady her rapid heartbeat before looking back up at the Greek. She happily waved at him, hoping she could translate the 'good morning' she so desperately wanted to yell up to him.