Track 'n Field

Beata high school had sports. Though they didn't compete with any other schools due to them being a secret academy, there were still athletic clubs. And one in particular was track.
Colette had recently began taking up running. The girl felt that her cowardly personality and all around unlikeable lack of courage made running a good route to take. As the whistle blew and the coach declared practice over, Colette took this chance to pause and catch her breath.The school did not have a track but rather a large courtyard, and therefore the schoolyard granted the runners permission to use a section of it because wai nawt? So, every Friday at 5 pm to 6 pm, the courtyard was riddled with female and male runners who were recognizable in their official Beata gym uniforms. And that was where Colette was when she had been notified that practice was over. They were going to have a competition soon, and the girl felt she was good enough to maybe contend for a solid place. Maybe...
Colette found a nice bench and sat down in it, panting in hushed silent breaths. She fumbled with her ponytail and took a drink of water, glad that the coach had blew the whistle when she did. She was about to collapse.

And since Frosty is always true to her word, Kimply had been doing backflips. Scratch that. Kimply had been attempting backflips. Why, you may ask? Because apparently she had been spending to much time in the infirmary by a certain patient's cot, and Nurse Delangelo had decided she needed to 'go out and get some fresh air and sunshine' and to 'stop bothering me I need some peace and quiet oh my God Kimply go away.' Whatever. So here she was, standing in a somewhat empty spot in the courtyard, right next to where the runners were practicing, awkwardly hopping on her feet, trying to work up the courage to attempt the flip. She had been in gymnastics when she was a small child, but her mother had gotten in a fight with the coach and they were kicked out. Her mother refused to sign her up for the sport again after that, and anytime she brought it up her mother would grumble for days saying things like "why would anyone need to be able to do splits anyway? Ungrateful little snot."
Letting out a shaky breath, Kimply closed her eyes and bent her knees. She jumped off the ground, throwing her arms back to turn backwards. In the air, she pulled her knees to her chest for a second before untucking. She thought she was really going to accomplish this for a moment, and a smile began to grow on her face. Of course, at that moment she seemed to jinx herself. As soon as her feet touched the ground again she tried to gain balance and prompting fell backwards- landing hard on her butt. She sweared loudly and looked around, hoping no one saw that. If only she could be that lucky.

ooc; luckily, ethan is in a coma so all is well. Kimply did a backflip. Sort of. I did something. Yaaay.

Colette closed her eyes and listened to the wind blow through the trees, making them rustle loudly. In the distance, some cicadas were sounding their calls. She had adapted to the sound so much to the point where this was the first time she realized the obnoxious sound was emitting from some of the trees. She'd have trouble sleeping tonight.
Suddenly, however, she heard the cursing from someone close by. Her eyes flew open. Did anyone else hear that? She found the culprit, a girl who had fallen onto her rear. Tough luck, but Colette didn't want to get near her. She looked mean. In fact, she looked familiar.
Oh, it was that Kimply girl from her dorm. They didn't really talk very much, but Colette recognized her. The girl took another sip of water, turning her face as to not be recognized. She was no good with idle chitchat. She'd die.