<div class="floatleft"> (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/ris16/5211714e-2380-4dfd-8e03-d910c6d7513f_zpsabc139b5.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Emma Ayres<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Herc, Open<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1, Early Morning<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Stadium<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>None<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>This  (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=124864359)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Emma had risen before the sun, as was her custom. She didn’t even need an alarm, though she still set one, just in case. She always woke five minutes prior to it going off, turned it off and got out of bed without complaint. She was an athlete and a professional and neither of those identities had room for sleeping in or the ‘snooze’ button. Each moment mattered. Perhaps that was why she was considered to be a cold bitch by some of her fellow students, but she didn’t have time to bother with their opinions either.<br/><br/>Dressing in the clothing she had laid out the night before, a pair of tight shorts, a comfortable t-shirt, and her running shoes, she had slipped out into the deserted common room and made her away across the still silent grounds to the stadium. This was a charmed time for her, a time of peace that she was able to indulge in. One of her guilty pleasures, truth be told, she liked the silence.<br/><br/>Her workout had been short, but intense and she felt the self-satisfied  burn of her muscles as she stretched on the bleachers as the football team filed in. She liked to watch their practices, yet another secret, but very pleasant morning indulgence. She sat down next to her gym bag, pulled out her water bottle and leaned back to watch the men run their drills.<br/><br/><br/>