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Warehouse District, Most of Monday

Ringo had ~~handwavily~~ spent the weekend back home. And riding with her sisters, seeing how the AT scene was developing, just cutting loose and having fun had firmly convinced her of something that she would never have noticed on her own.

She wasn't really getting better at AirTrek.

Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration. A daily schedule as aggressive as hers was certainly keeping her in physical shape, and Ringo was naturally prone to trying new tricks and exploring what she could dow with ATs, so she wasn't really stagnating.

But being back home, seeing how much everyone else had grown, had made her realize that she was mostly just, well, staying in place. Not losing anything, but not really gaining much either. Stagnating, sort of. She wasn't sure why, but maybe she wasn't pushing herself hard enough.

(And there was no one else around to push her these days. Ringo wasn't oblivious to the fact that the last really interesting technique she'd figured out had been during a run with Kathy.)

So today she was pushing herself. Hard.

She'd picked two spots on opposite ends of the warehouse district, grabbed a stopwatch, and was now trying to figure out the fastest possible time she could set running end-to-end.

Ringo began by trying different routes, getting familiar with the specifics of the terrain and trying to find the spots where she could save the most time. (She'd found this pretty interesting shortcut that involved tucking her body up as small as possible and hurtling through a warehouse window, grinding across the rafters, out the window on the other side, into a series of wall-rides between her original warehouse and the one pressed up next to it, through another window, and then out a still-open loading dock door.)

A couple of hours in, about the time that she began shifting from exploring routes to perfecting the one she thought was the shortest, Ringo noticed how exhausted she was beginning to feel. She really hadn't pushed herself like this in, well, way too long. That burning in her eyes as sweat dripped down into them, the huge breaths she sucked in trying to get enough oxygen, and slowly building tension in her legs as her muscles started to protest were things that had been familiar to her back home, but that she'd sort of forgotten about when she got to Fandom.

She reached one end of her route and clicked the stopwatch, grinning down at the digital numbers as her chest heaved. New personal best. Ringo took a minute to drink half a bottle of water and pluck at the sweat-soaked shirt that she had plastered to her skin before turning around. She restarted her timer and headed back in at top speed.

It felt good to push herself so hard again.

[ooc: Open. Feel free to catch Ringo at any point of the day if you like. On the way over to her little course, during it, or on the way back to the dorms after.]

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Faith wasn't really looking to run into anyone today, but she was looking to run. Leaping from one warehouse roof to the next was as good a way as any to get over the fact that there were parents visiting and none of them were hers.

So she was doing what Ringo was doing. Racing herself. Except her route was mostly rooftop-based and she had only arrived in the warehouse district toward the end of her run.

She was just in the middle of climbing down a fire escape staircase without using the stairs, her body dangling on the outside of the staircase as she climbed down with both hands as if it were a ladder, when she noticed Ringo down below. She released her grip and dropped down.

"Hey."

By this point in her run, Ringo wasn't really improving her times. Sure, she knew the route super well by now, but her body and brain were too fatigued for that to be much of an advantage. Which meant that while it took her brain a couple of seconds to realize that someone was talking to her, she grinned when she did. It wasn't like she was going to beat her time again today.

"Hey!" she called back, panting heavily as she came to a stop. Honestly she looked sort of a mess, but it was the good kind of mess you got after you spent all day really pushing yourself.

Deep breaths.

"How's it going, Faith?"

Faith was pretty sweaty and tired too, and grateful for an excuse to take a breather, honestly.

"You were right about this neighborhood. It's awesome," she said, a little breathlessly. "You were kicking butt just now."

Ringo grinned. "My own butt, maybe." She was obviously tired, but seemed pleased with herself.

"I feel like I've been slacking off for a while, and a hard run was really what I needed."

She rolled her shoulders slightly, trying to work out a bit of soreness. "But, yeah, isn't it great? It's almost like a playground or something." Ringo grinned. "Though it'd definitely be better with some skyscrapers around."

"It really would be," Faith agreed immediately. She was stretching too, stretching one arm across the side of her body, then the other. "Did you see we're going on a trip next week? I'm hoping it'll be more... city-like over there."

It wouldn't be. Sleepy Hollow was pretty much as provincial as Fandom was. She just hadn't found that out yet.

"Fingers crossed!" Ringo agreed with a grin.

"Though, really, maybe we should just cross the Causeway into Baltimore sometime. I mean, it's not the most amazing city ever, but at least they have real buildings over there."

"Yeah, I'd go for that," Faith said. "I remembered we talked about that, and I tried to get over there, but I guess I got kinda busy."

She toed the ground awkwardly. It wasn't really a 'busy' thing; she was just nervous to leave city limits without a real navigation system.

"Do you wanna go maybe-- soon? Before the trip?"

Ringo grinned. "Sure!" She wasn't about to turn down a chance to go play in a real city, after all. "Later this week, maybe? I'm done with all my classes on Wednesday, so Thursday or Friday is totally open for me."

"I could do Friday," Faith offered. "I have class on Thursday. I mean, it's supposedly a class."

Mr. Peanutbutter was... unique.

That earned a laugh. "I've had a class or two like that myself since I got here," Ringo admitted.

"But, yeah, Friday sounds great!" She grinned. "Start the weekend off right, you know?"

"Definitely." Faith cracked a smile. "What else is going on with you? Did you have like a ton of guests this weekend?"

She was just guessing, since Ringo seemed so smiley most of the time.

Ringo shook her head. "Actually, my sisters couldn't make it so I, um, sort of just went back to visit them?" She sighed. "It was good seeing everyone, but I sort of wish I'd stuck around and met everyone else's visitors, you know?"

She looked over at Faith. "What about you?"

"Nah." She shook her head. "It was kind of weird having all these extra people around, actually. I don't think you missed anything."

She had spent the weekend hiding inside, so.

"How many sisters do you have?"

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soniaroadsqueen - 2016-10-04 14:58 (UTC) - Expand

When you heard that kind of noise coming from the warehouse district, it didn't take much to guess what was going on - and who was there. So Dante took a detour from his walk down to the causeway to go look.

"Yo, Ringo," he called, ducking his head into the open door of a warehouse.

Ringo was skidding across one of the rafters, eyes squinted in concentration as she looked to time her next jump. She actually wanted to get two rafters over, but there were all these supporting cross-bars on the beam in the way, so she had to squeeze through the gaps.

Hearing her name caused her eyes to dart downward toward the voice, and threw off her timing. Fortunately, she realized that before actually trying the jump (she'd already missed the timing on that jump a couple of times today, anyway, so she could feel it this time, too). She slowed down to something slightly less than break-neck, then lightly leapt to the wall and rode down it in a lazy spiral pattern.

"Hey, Dante." She tossed him a welcoming, but slightly uncertain, grin. "How've you been?"

Hopefully this was just a social call (because she was such awesome company), and nothing was up.

Nothing was up, Ringo's narrative. Cool your paranoia.

"Fine," Dante called, and he actually wasn't lying about it. He parked his shoulder against the wall. "Been a while since I saw you practice."

"Yeah, well, I do it every day." Mostly.

Though, admittedly, not like this. Usually it was just a fun little outing. Today she looked like she'd really been working at it.

Ringo reached around and plucked at where her shirt had stuck to her back. "You know," she added because she couldn't help herself, "you're always welcome to join me sometime."

Dante snorted, and only spent five seconds admiring what the sticky shirt did to Ringo's curves. (Hey, he was uninterested, not blind.) "Thanks, but I like different workouts," he said, shifting his weight. "You look like you went fifty rounds with something."

Ringo rolled her head slightly, teasing out a kink in her neck. "Figured I could use a serious workout." She shrugged. "Been taking it too easy for too long, you know?"

Yeah, Ringo thought that was a real thing.

"There's something like 'too easy'?" asked Dante, who didn't generally get a say in the matter of when he got that kind of workout.

Yeah, well, Ringo was lucky that way. Demons didn't jump out of nowhere and try to kill her on a regular basis.

"For some of us," Ringo started, getting snarky, but then she trailed off as she thought about it and realized that if she was in Dante's shoes then, no, there wouldn't be.

So now she was standing there looking a little awkward mid-snark.

"Holy shit," Dante said, pulling away from the wall. "You actually stopped talking."

He walked towards her, tilting his head. "I could do a race," he mused.

That pulled her from her little reverie. Ringo made a face at him. "Don't get used to it."

Then she quirked an eyebrow, torn between amused, surprised, and doubtful. "A race? You on foot?"

"What, afraid you can't beat me?" Dante said, smirking.

"You telling me you can move as fast on foot as you can on that stupid motorcycle of yours?" Not that Ringo was as fast as his stupid motorcylce, but she'd been almost kind of close in their previous little races.