<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mist<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Third Floor, Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>school uniform for gym (shorts and t-shirt) white running shoes, and her red hair pulled up into a high ponytail, tied with a pink ribbon.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Multi-purpose Field & Outdoor Track<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3, 2012.  12:45pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The short nap Janie  had taken instead of eating a proper lunch had done wonders for her sense of self, though her tummy was not impressed with the simple granola bar that had served as a quick snack. Sleep had been more important to her at that moment than food, the question was would she live to regret it?  Joining the others, she waited politely as the professor addressed his students.  Her eyes slowly widened as the demands were given with consequences for each rule broken. Janie swallowed, forcing the lump forming in her throat down while silently she thanked god that she had had the foresight to change into her gym clothes she had found set out for her in the drawers in her room. <br/><br/>Janie-Lynn was not shy of hard work. Coming from a farm she was used to physical labour but the sound of “crunches” and “pull-ups” did not make her swoon, or feel nostalgic for five am wakeup calls on the farm. Marching in place she could do well enough and soon fell into line along with the others, doing exactly as the Professor had ordered. She didn’t want to risk having to complete one of the listed activities for those not willing to give him their all, and so she prepared herself to push for everything she had, even if that wasn’t all that much to give. <br/><br/>After being assigned to one of the evaluators Janie offered them a friendly smile, something she would most likely be known for after spending a few days at the school. She moved quickly into position for the crunches, and crossed her arms over her chest. With her feet and backside pressed firmly against the ground she pulled herself up, curling at the waist and attempting to reach her thighs before dropping back to the floor. It was a lot harder than it looked. After a few crunches her abs were screaming their protest over the new changes in her life. Yes, she was no stranger to hard work growing up on a farm, but this was not the same type of thing, not even a little! <br/><br/>Once the time limit for crunches were finished Janie was about ready to return to her bed after completing almost sixty-two. Thank god she had slept over eating. Though the granola bar was being used up rather quickly as a source of energy, she was surprisingly not hungry (most likely because that would require excess movement). Next came the pull-ups! Horrible excuses to torture students and get away with it!  She rubbed her hands on her thighs and took a moment to center herself. Her hands gripped the horizontal bar while her legs bent at the knee, leaving her to dangle as she had been shown. Her arms felt the burn instantly, the fire crept over her body, bleeding into her shoulders and making her shake. She was already exhausted, and this wasn’t helping things.  <br/><br/>Thankfully Janie was petite, standing two inches over five feet, and slim, all of which helped to make her light and easy to be picked up. That being said, there was something about this exercise that made her feel like her body weighed twice its actual number. She decided right then and there that she hated Physical Education class, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Roman Kalani was so nice to look at, then Janie was fairly certain she would have decided to hate him as well. <br/><br/>Ten pull ups later Janie was sure her arms were going to fall off! </div>