<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Demi Etherson</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>:  Black runners compression shorts (http://www.essentialapparel.com/images/detailed/1216683_large_black-model-front.jpg), black sports bra (http://saltyliquid.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/PivotSportsBraBLK1.jpg), and a pair of Luna barefoot running sandals (https://www.lunasandals.com/products/29-leadville).<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Driveway<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Jason, Blake, Marcellus<br/><hr/><br/>Demi gave Jason a smile when he joined them and was glad to see Blake coming along. Marcellus' innuendo made her smile too. For that she gave Marcellus a wink and said to him,<strong>"Maybe I'll catch you when I get back."</strong>Her head was turned towards him, away from the others, and she put her tongue in her cheek then pushed it a couple times as she also made a motion with her hand. The motion held lewd connotations. Although she most likely wouldn't make back in time for any naughty fun times. Demi was prone to zoning out when running so she'd most likely barely make it back in time.<br/><br/>Demi was a runner. Not an ordinary runner, she was a trail runner but more precisely she did ultramarathons for fun. She could knock off a quick twenty miles and barely break a sweat. So it was that she tuned everything out.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright, I'm headed out to the park... I'll keep the pace slow for you all."</strong>Demi's voice seemed like an ethereal whisper in her own head as she spoke. She grinned then started off.<br/><br/>Her gait was short, unlike the wide over extending reach of a sprinter. The footfalls came fast and tight, the thin Luna Sandals letting her feel each loose stone on the pavement. Her foot contorted and flexed like a loaded spring as each forefoot grazed the concrete sidewalk. Born to run, fast, free, and alive. It felt this way when street racing too. Like something was natural about traveling fast, feeling the wind in the hair. It was bliss. Demi had tuned out the world and forgot her earlier words about taking it slow, if someone sprinted past her she would feel the instinct take over... It was a hunt and the desire to overtake everyone in front of her started to kick into overdrive. The footfalls took on a faster pace, the sidewalk was smooth so her gait widened out a bit. Her long dark blonde hair that had been loosely pulled back in a ponytail bounced around behind her, loose strands of hair blew back from her face. The sidewalk whizzed by under her feet and she felt light.<br/><br/><br/><br/>