"On you're left." [b]Dojo, Courtyards. 0700. =======================[/b] Rose laced her shoe, tying the strings into a tight knot then, standing afterwards. Currently she had no idea what to do with life, everything so far was just fine for the most part. Love interests, she had a place to stay, food, everything she could ask for was already provided. So, how was it she spent her days? Running. She put one foot in front of the other, and repeated the motion, slowly building up to a steady sprint. Holding it for a while, she kept going, running in a massive circle around one of the many man-made ponds. Dressed incredibly simply, leggings and a form fitting shirt, Rose wasn't planning to do much at all for the day, no plans or anything really to do. All she did plan was an hour run, then walking back to the Trayven camp. An older man was jogging ahead of her, more aged than she was, Rose herself being 20, the man looked to be roughly 30. Short brown hair, broad shoulders, built like a tank, although he wasn't fast. As she was catching up, she spoke to him, a terse reply as she kept pace. "On your left." Then, she sped past him. Rose's form built for agility and mobility, not strength or anything. If she where a bird, she would be the fastest, built for flying. Her shoes padding against the concrete as she kept going. Roughly ten minutes passed, before she was on him again and once more she said the line. "On your left." "Yeah, yeah I hear you. On my left." He answered then, sounding a bit winded, but going strong. She kept going, ignoring the man for now as she went about making another lap in about fifteen minutes this time. By now the sun was fully up, its golden rays seen all over. She spoke the line again. "On you-" "Don't you say it! Don't you say it!" The man sped up then, his bulky frame trying to keep up as Rose sped past him. "Your left." She grinned to herself then, sprinting past the man as he let out an irritated growl, slowing down to his usual pace. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]