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♥ Samuel slipped inside of the gym slowly, he wasn't one for stealth; but he could at least try now couldn't he? He was relieved to see that the class was nearly empty, it seemed like some of the student's that really didn't do much were running about the gym; getting fit, going out for practice, he really didn't mind because as he slipped in no one really cared. He had learned already that every student had their own choices in their classes, and after a moment he just slipped past the other students and slipped off his leather jacket; a low bearing red shirt with short sleeves was all that he had left so as he turned back to the room he smiled lightly; he knew no one there. He liked it.
'I guess if I can't remember a thing about my classes.. Or even sports I can at least run.' He thought to himself, he had participated in many of the core classes that an average student would take, but in the end he could merely keep up with his lessons; twiddling his pencil back and forth was what he normally resorted too when the teacher asked them to remember past lessons and things that they may have learned from other schools.
"Such a boring day in all." He said to himself as he stretched his arms and joined in on some strange students as they ran laps around the gym; his eyes turned towards the sport practices in the middle but he couldn't remember a thing about the sports so he decided to just run.. That, he could manage.
♥ As Samuel ran his eyes turned to one goal after another; his mind focused once more as he targeted student by student, listing off characteristics.. He found the fastest kid in the line, looking for the traits that allowed him to manage his speed; and as he did so he could tell.. The man wasn't human; each one of the student's were different, and at the moment he knew that he couldn't beat the best of them in a full-out sprint.. Not now. Samuel shook his head lightly as he ran, letting his eyes clear as he jogged across the gym; somewhere during the run letting his thoughts shut down.. He just didn't want to think anymore; it was to hard to try to remember something and end up frustrating himself over it. All he wanted to do at that moment was run, run until he collapsed to the mat.
Don't get me Wrong :: It's not just You
Everyone find's it Strange :: But think of it through my End I don't remember a Thing :: I'm simply an Abomination Fraud