Post by LANCE THEO LEAVITT on Sept 2, 2012 20:31:43 GMT
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full name: Lance Theo Leavitt
age: Twenty
birthday: June 29
blood line: Half-Blood
occupation: Flying Professor
former / house: Gryffindor Almuni
alias: WOODS
gender: female
rp sample: His alcoholism, which had been nearly extinguished since his incarceration in the rehab center, hadn’t completely destroyed his body yet, though he was sure it would have, given a bit more time. He could still run like the wind, his long strides taking him around the track time and time again. Anyone else would have keeled over by now, throwing up everything in their system, causing them to gasp and wheeze, struggling to regain their air. However, John wasn’t your average guy. He’d run for miles and miles before, trying to save his skin. Worse yet, he’d ran even farther with a soldier over his shoulders, trying to save the man’s life. Those were dark, dark memories. He’d just completed his twenty fourth lap, when he slowed down to a sluggish jog, and then to a walk.
The sun had just risen, and he more than likely wasn’t supposed to be up this early, but it hardly mattered. If he could sleep, he would much rather be doing that, but this was the best alternative he had right now. If he stood around doing nothing for too long, the memories would come back, in an all to real form. They’d haunt him, and he’d feel the heat of the battle, the adrenaline rush through his veins, the excitement of the kill; that was something he needed to avoid when around others, as sometimes it got a bit out of hand. The hallucinations alone made him seize and scream, yell and shout, punch and attack; not a pretty sight.
He very slowly walked towards the grass; though not the softest thing, it wasn’t bad to lie on. John lowered himself onto the ground, throwing himself down onto the ground. He closed his blue eyes, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. As usual, he was wearing nothing but a pair of khaki shorts. Perhaps he was doing it to attract the ladies, but those ideas died when you realized how early it was. No one was awake. None the less, his torso and arms glittered from his sweat as the sun came up, reflecting off of him.
What he wouldn’t give for just one more day in battle. His injury was perfectly healed now, and he’d be able to run on it just fine, as he’d done. But, too much had happened. Too much stress had gotten him sentenced, and though he’d already thought of a thousand ways to escape, his military wouldn’t take him back. What a shame.
He sighed a bit, his blue eyes cracking open for just a bit. ’Damn…’ he mumbled, shaking his head.
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