Post by elise bonnaire. on Aug 5, 2009 18:16:28 GMT -6
`Elise Bonnaire
Crisp, Russian autumn air ran through the young French lady's lungs. Oxygen rich blood pulsed through her veins. The softly blowing wind blew her blond hair that was pulled back neatly in a pony tail. Elise Margot Bonnaire was out for a morning jog down the sceanic Neva Beach. Quite lately she had taken a shine to waking up early every morning, before classes started, to go on a refreshing and very active jog/run.[/blockquote]
The young blond stopped, placed her hands on her hips, and began to take deep breaths. "Only one more mile until Bolstov," she wheezed. Her brown eyes darted around the scene. There was no one around, which was likely at seven o'clock in the morning. The fresh, salty air of the Neva River loomed in and around her nostrils and she took more and more breaths. Elise had been going for jogs since she had arrived in Derbent, which was a good three weeks ago, and she still hadn't mastered a good breathing technique. Hopefully she'd meet someone at the prestigious academy who could help her with that little drawback. "Come on, Ely, pull yourself together," she coaxed herself as she began to resume jogging down the beach.
Word Count; two one three
Tagged; open
Music; I Gotta Feeling-Black-Eyed Peas
Notes; Care to make it interesting?
