005 // QUISTIS [action, open]

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[Deciding to switch up her morning workout routine a bit, Quistis chose to start the day off with a swim in the pool. Adhering to the school dress code for female bathing attire, Quistis enters the pool area donned in a simple one-piece suit, her blond hair braided into a french plait with a towel slung over her shoulder. Her blue eyes scan the waters, and though she notices a figure gliding beneath the water, she pays no attention otherwise.

Tossing her towel aside on an empty bench, Quistis slowly eases herself into the shallow end of the pool, a small shiver running through her spine upon the contact with the cool liquid. Once her feet touch the bottom of the pool, she blond takes a deep breath before submerging herself, arms slowly moving into the familiar strokes of the free-style.]

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[renzokukens.livejournal.com]

I'm not picky. [Squall shrugged a shoulder. He really was indifferent about what stroke they did. And he could care less if she won too.]

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

One hundred meter free-style, then?

[She grasps the edge of the pool, feet already pressed against the wall.]

[renzokukens.livejournal.com]

[Another shrug and Squall sets himself up into position, feet against the wall and grasping the edge from behind, body leaning forward.]

Ready?

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[Her hands grip the edge of the pool, her knees tucked in as her feet are pressed against the wall.]

Ready. I'll count down--

Three... two... one...

[At the last number, Quistis immediately propels herself forward by kicking her feet off from the wall, arms held together to plunge into the water. After her body glides beneath the surface as far as her legs pushed her from the take off, she twists around to upright herself, and she begins to go through the motions of the stroke, moving as fast as she can.]

[renzokukens.livejournal.com]

[He was a second off after she propelled herself away from the wall. But he came in fast at her left. Squall knew she would make this into a competition even if it was in good fun and it was his own doing, humoring her with the race itself.

Within seconds he gained a stroke a head of her, pushing himself to keep going.]

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[Quistis focuses on her own strokes as she swims furiously through the water, her mind concentrating on moving as fast as she can. Though, as she lifts her head to take a breath above the surface, she chances a look to the other lane-- and she's surprised to see that Squall seems to be a couple of inches ahead. A new sense of determination overcomes her, and she tries to move her legs and arms faster int he water; she isn't about to lose, not even to the Commander.]

[renzokukens.livejournal.com]

[You might want to rethink that, Quistis -- Squall moves up ahead of her by another stroke. The battle to be one ahead of the other has begun. But the Commander has both longer legs and arms to pull himself closer and closer to the wall.

He's almost there. Almost.

He won't be disappointed if she beats him to it. It'll have been a good workout regardless.]

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[It's times like these that Quistis curses her height-- the extra inches that Squall has over her puts him at a slight advantage, and it shows in the way he's just a stroke ahead of her. This only encourages her to swim harder-- she ignores the burning in her lungs as she decreases the number of times she lifts her head above the surface to gasp for air, determined to win this race. She's so close-- and finally, her fingertips brush against the tiled wall.

Immediately, her head snaps out over the surface and she takes a large gasp as her eyes dart over to the lane beside her.]

[renzokukens.livejournal.com]

[Squall's already pulling himself out of the water, which could have only meant one thing. He'd beaten her. He pulls himself up onto the edge of the pool and out entirely, pushing his hair back as he turns to look down at her.]

Not bad.

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[Quistis tries not to look too agitated by the fact that Squall had actually beaten her-- especially considering how he didn't really care for the race in the beginning. She remains in the water as Squall pulls himself up, and with a quick glance upwards she gives a small nod, though she's not really smiling and her shoulders are slightly tense.]

Good race.

[renzokukens.livejournal.com]

[He towel-dries his hair, turning towards her once he pulls it away to rest on his shoulders.]

Good race.