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Post by Midnight on Aug 7, 2009 19:49:03 GMT -5
Having a day off, Cira jogged to the lake, which she hadn't been to in a while, listening to her music as usual. There were lots of trees and benches scattered about the areas around the lake, so she often veered from the trails to practice some parkour techniques. Cira approached an empty bench and dash-vaulted over it. Humming to her catchy techno music, she continued to jog, ignoring the people passing her that watched her vault over the bench.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 7, 2009 19:56:30 GMT -5
Cynthia sat in a Turkish manner on the grass and fixed her eyes on her bovver boots. She let thoughts be mistaken far. Completely out of touch with reality, swung into the rhythm of the music herself. Every now and then she has turned away her head and she watched people running by her.
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Post by Midnight on Aug 7, 2009 20:04:40 GMT -5
As Cira picked up the pace again, she saw a girl sitting in the grass up ahead, appearing like she was meditating, or just sitting alone. Whatever the case, Cira thought offering some company and meeting someone new couldn't hurt. She never liked randomly approaching people but it was always good to practice, and it never hurt trying to make new friends.
Her straightened dark brown hair was tied up in a pony tail. She was wearing dark sweat pants and a gray tank-top (like the one in the signature and avvy). Turning down her music, she slowed and approached Cynthia. "Yo." she greeted with a brief wave. "Sorry to disturb you if yer meditating there. I just had the urge to meet someone new today, so i picked you. Hope that doesn't bother you or anything." Cira explained with an awkward/shy smile on her face.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 7, 2009 20:12:09 GMT -5
Cynthia raised the black painted eyelid. For her eyes were almost black and they had the sad, absent expression. a pale complexion became covered with the pink blush and rapidly a panic appeared. She slowly recovered from from the gress and clumsily she stretched the hand out in her direction. - I welcome. - had the quiet and melancholy tone of the voice. She was dressed entirely on goblet, into innumerable frills and laces. Black hair dated back by the waist.
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Post by Midnight on Aug 7, 2009 20:18:02 GMT -5
She seemed pretty shy, Cira thought as she shook her hand, another smile coming back to her face as she returned the handshake. "Sweet. I didn't want to intrude. So what's yer name? I'm Cira Knight."
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 7, 2009 20:24:59 GMT -5
- My name is Cynthia Willims. - said very much slowly eyeing the girl up and down. - What are you doing here there ? - even though the weather was nice, lightly she shook.
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Post by Midnight on Aug 7, 2009 20:29:39 GMT -5
"Nice to meet ya." Cira replied with a curt nod before stretching a little. She paused her music. "I'm just out for the usual jog and parkour practice. It's nice weather for it that's for sure, huh?" Cira said, briefly turning to face the sparkling lake.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 7, 2009 20:32:57 GMT -5
- So. The weather is all right. - put mp 3 away to the bag. - only behind much sun.
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Post by Midnight on Aug 7, 2009 20:45:20 GMT -5
"Agreed. Won't last forever though. Wouldn't mind flying one of these days." Cira agreed with a nod. She sat down for a little while, needing a break. "I need a break." she said huffing briefly. "I walked and jogged from my condo."
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 8, 2009 6:14:30 GMT -5
- I am sitting here g a few hours and I am do nothing. - Then again she sat down on the grass and she started fixing her eyes on the sky.
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Post by Midnight on Aug 8, 2009 6:42:20 GMT -5
"Well I dunno if you're the uber social or not but...I ruined the silence for ya." Cira said with a chuckle.
The a familiar, heavy duty rotor beat thrummed to the right in the distance, gradually moving closer. Glancing up and to the right, she looked for the location of the helicopter. "Yep, good weather indeed, should remain VFR for a few days." Cira didn't expect the girl to know what VFR meant, it was just terminology/lingo she was used to.
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Post by Cynthia Williams on Aug 8, 2009 8:26:50 GMT -5
- VFR? I never heard about it. What it mean? - asked interested.
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Post by Midnight on Aug 8, 2009 16:39:17 GMT -5
"Visual Flight Rules." Cira replied. "It refers to aircraft and pilot-visibility limitations. Airplanes have to have 3 or 5 miles visibility depending on the altitude. Helicopters have slightly different rules though. On cloudier days, clouds are also a limit. A helicopter is allowed to fly if they can stay clear of clouds and avoid aircraft at a safe speed, while aircraft have to have at least 5000 ft ceiling unless they get permission from the Tower to clear a bad area." she explained.
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