<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The trees<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 5th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tessa / Hourglass<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Talking, Running for the first time in years<br/><hr/><br/>Bobby wasn't even close to sure whether he had any faint talents, when it came to art. And exercise was near enough to a pointless concept for him. Having said that, Tess made a smart suggestion with yoga. Something relaxing made sense, since any competitive sport was far out of the question. He liked her ideas, and quietly made a note to remember trying out a little drawing and inquiring about yoga lessons.<br/><br/><strong>"Yoga and art. I like it. I just like things that are relaxing and peaceful, I think it's the a combination of the nature and the views. It's just the feel, the smell, of being outdoors for once."</strong><br/><br/>Her suggestion sounded like a fun little game, and at least he could remember where the blankets were. Fortunately until he pushed a certain speed he was surprisingly precise and mostly harmless. It was only once he began pushing it that the sparks would fly. He grinned, which felt weird in itself, and then stretched a little, feigning a mock warm-up.  He looked at her and nodded, before turning the the school. He cracked his neck a little and then clapped. Faster than the sound had reached his own ears, Bobby lurched into a sprint. Time stood still around him, as the rain seemed to slow up to a near complete stop and he felt a sharp rush of adrenaline. Before the sound of the clap reached Tess he'd made it half way across the lawn, but nothing was visible past a momentary blur in the air as the sound of the clap could be heard.<br/><br/>Bobby made it to the door, sliding to a halt and opening it he kept on dashing through the house. A few people around him glanced over their shoulders, but to all intents and purposes he was nearly impossible to react to at all. When he was upstairs he grabbed the towel, and as he headed back through he saw people in mid-reaction to his first passing. Getting back to the doorway he allowed himself a short glance over his shoulder, admiring the near snapshot of life taking place. A few people were eating, laughing and talking. It was surreal to see things captured like this, and gave him a window into Tess's world. And then, in an instant, he was back under the trees. The entire journey, even with pausing to open the door, glancing over his shoulder, and making sure he never hit anyone, took a total of four seconds.<br/><br/>When he came to a halt both he and the blanket were dry. And, despite his speed, he kicked up no dirt. When he ran he made such absurdly brief contact with the floor it was like he was never there at all. Hell, he could run on water, and it barely rippled. He was grinning a little, feeling high on the adrenaline of running like that. And, naturally, a little shocked at just how fast he had been. He wasn't quite sure what to say, so instead of speaking he just held out the blanket towards Tess.