((OOC: Another character's profile at:l<a class="postlink-local" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=15&amp;t=41616&amp;p=191317#p191317">viewtopic.php?f=15&amp;t=41616&amp;p=191317#p191317</a>l))<br/><br/>A particularly short Gyarados gijinkan had just caught herself from running around in circles - crazily excited in meeting new people. Sparring, talking, hanging out - Vivi was ready for anything! She had also thought that it would've been really nice if she could just review some of her moves, but had really wanted to meet new people. From her home that was built near the sea, she runs to the school with ease as she feels the breeze. From corners and turns, she arrives and sees people jogging. Disappointed that no one was sparring, she decided to get in school early and just read and write some stories with her materials from her backpack.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">From a building ...</span><br/><br/>Soul arrives out from the entrance - tempted to play around with the rotating doors, but decides not to in order to not to make a fool of herself. She runs back towards home from the business building to the school crossroad and then back to the mountains, seeing a Braixen, Tyranitar, and a Lucario along the way. Through the doors of her home, the welcome air of not-too-cold-nor-hot made her embrace and be grateful with what she has.<br/><br/>Finishing off a Watmel fruit, she cleans up, finishes a portion of her total study materials, prepares her items for tomorrow, and finishes her stories and arts and crafts and prepares again to go out, wearing gloves, boots and a dark blue scarf and secures her hoodie jacket, all zipped and tied up. Having lots of time to herself, she had almost no idea as to what to do next, and so she decides to hike around the mountains once again. The door opens with the breeze flowing in ...<br/><br/>Up and upon many levels on the snowy mountains, the Absol strolls on - it was quite peaceful. Boring at times, sure - but all in all, calming. The white, clear snow. Quietness. Space. Solitude. With walking becoming way too boring, she decides to run like the wind with grace and not give an apple about the world.