let the sky fall [deane]

WHAT'S LOUIE, MY KILLA?

After throwing her hair up, Nell did some light stretches that she did before any strenuous activity. Doing sports himself, she was sure that Deane would understand and not just look at her oddly. Her muscles were tense from stress, and one thing that helped out was moving around. An active person, sitting still was about as appealing as inhaling asbestos. Which was why she was pleased that her friend had agreed to teach her to fence. He was always so nice, it wasn't a surprise at all. She held him in very high esteem, and treated him like a proud parent might treat their child. Sometimes she was too maternal for other people's own good, she became a mother hen. She was sure that he'd been the butt end of that before, and probably at the end of something silly. And then she'd have spent a half hour apologizing, and he would apologize back, and it would just be a lot of Canadian politeness all around.

Nell looked at the equipment that she was supposed to wear. She didn't mind it, but it seemed like it would be rather difficult to maneuver in. Sports, in her mind, involved jerseys and caps and at the most, shin guards. This was complete covering. It also seemed like it would quickly fill with sweat. The thought was almost enough for her to wrinkle her nose. I can take a shower after. The rec center had most anything, and with her membership she also had a locker. A membership had been deemed necessary by her a while ago after realizing that with how much she ate, she needed to work it off. A big fear of hers -- being unhealthy. Unhealthiness meant sickness meant death, and though an optimistic person she had some scars that would never really heal.

In any case, she was willing to try whatever Deane liked. He always seemed so well-rounded with his life. She had an interest in everything, proven by her constant switching of majors before she finally settled into psychology. Sports especially interested her, like fencing. She had never really known much about it other than what she read. It seemed interesting, however, and she knew that Deane was pretty good at it. Though he was exceptional at all things, in her belief. The girl had a habit of attaching herself to people far too easily, and all at once. She trusted before all us, and how could she not trust the Wind graduate? He was a sweetie. There had been many times she had offered to cook for him just because of this fact. And like she did all her friends, she admired him. She was a jack of all trades, but an expert at nothing. Nell never had a keen desire to be exceptional in one certain area, when she could try her best at everything, from yoga to chemistry.

She lifted up the breeches first, observing them with a critical eye as if she knew what exactly she was doing. As a quick learner, she had no fear about this. "I'm guessing these go on first? Maybe?" The Earth graduate looked at everything else, wondering how she was even supposed to breathe with all that. And she had thought wearing equipment for powderpuff had been annoying. Of course, she preferred that to getting severely injured. However, she didn't think she could get very injured when it came to fencing. This was because she was unaware of the fencing sabre's sharpness. She figured that because it was a sport, that it wouldn't be a real sword. Kind of like rubber ones they used on movie sets in some scenes.

I'M DEFINITELY IN MY ZONE