by Kylar Grey on August 21st, 2013, 12:53 am
Kylar has never been a morning person and so far it seems he will never be one - but he contiously finds himself waking up in the hours just before dawn – and given the option to talk about it, the doctor has no apparent problems with his daily life. He stared blankly at the ceiling as he tried to wrangle in his energy. He tried all the various positions one can take in a bed, albiet not trying each one too long. With a long and drawn out sigh Kylar finally sat up and attempted to rub the sleep from his eyes. He cracked his neck from side to side, rolled his shoulders and cracked his fingers before getting out of bed and throwing on a pair of trousers, his only pair of trousers. He clicked his tongue and silently thought, Ugh... When will I go out and get a new wardrobe..? but his thoughts were quickly interrupted as he dropped to the floor without hesitation.
Instead of staying on the floor however, he quickly settled into his routine of continous push-ups. He was barely conscious of the effort of counting, but it had become such a strong habit to count each and every one. Within a few minutes – 51, 52... - he was sweating and after even longer – [91...92...93...[/i] - his arms were finally shaking from the exertion and he stopped – 100! - just as suddenly as he started. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling again as he panted and glistened with sweat, marveling at how the slightest shift in perspective completely altered his view of something as simple as a ceiling. He shook his head and took a deep breath, clearing it of growing tunnel vision, before he rolled onto his feet. Wiping his body with the sheets of the bed, he quickly put on his ragged old shirt and shoes and practically sprinted outside, hoping this day would be better than the one before.
He promptly ran into a patrolling Knight in his haste to start his run, something that had never happened before A perfect start to the day. He stopped and slid to attention as he said his apologies in a clipped controlled tone, “Sorry Ser, I usually go for a run at this time... I'm not used to anyone being around here at this time... Er... I suppose I should've just ended it with I'm sorry...” The Knight shook his head and laughed as he got up slowly, “There's no need to lie... I've been patrolling this corridor for years and no one goes running this close to midnight... Its okay however, everyone makes mistakes and this'll teach me to not walk so close to doors! Really it's okay!” The Knight's grin and the freedom with which he laughed eased Kylar's panic. He still grimaced as he remembered his run and mumbled his apologies again before waving to the Knight as he calmly ran down the corridor, “Oh shyke! I hate it when this happens! I thought it was morning and I started my routine a whi- anyway... I really should finish this run... Sorry again!” He internally debated over his next course of action as he ran at a steady pace.
It was a few bells before midnight, he had already started his routine and wouldn't be able to get back to bed, and he knew once his mind started there was no turning the badboy off. Being a creature of habit Kylar rarely deviated from his routine, but even he knew when it was time to just go with the flow. Instead of running his usual route - which consisted of a long and arduous path that doubled back on itself and gave him a very scenic view of the Suvan Sea - he took a roundabout way to get to his favorite taven and bar The Rearing Stallion. He continued running down the corridor, keeping his pacing the same as he crossed a multitude of intersections, making sure to be extra wary in case he happened to run into a few more knights. He eventually made his way outside and he knew he was coming up on it; the loud voices, the clink of glasses and a general happy vibe filled the night air with a joy Kylar hadn't felt in weeks. He grinned eagerly and slowed to a light jog before coming to a standstill near the side of the tavern. Wiping off his sweat and fixing his hair, Kylar internally prepared himself for the barrage of noise that came with opening a tavern door and slipped on a calm smirk as he walked in.