Sue
The night was closing in, and Sue simply watched as she watched the others conversed in front of her – especially after the freak-out the one boy had. She tried to empathize with the insanity, but it was hard since she always considered people who were talented to be a bit insane. To add a bit more just to the personality was not surprising. But thing about talent: it was either determined by John Rawl’s metaphor of natural lottery, and some are just born capable of performing and exceling in that talent, or some are born with the will to work hard to excel in it. Sue had no idea where she got all this knowledge of sociology and philosophy from, but she was kind of amused she did. Sue was a natural hard-worker, but to see someone be a natural insane person, put herself into perspective. It was all just so interesting, yet all so fleeting. You just had to appreciate everything.
The daylight was fleeting as well, and soon it was time for her to leave. The others left first, her eyes far long dried but tired from all the crying. After her waves of goodbye, she sat there for a little bit. She breathed in the air, and appreciated the warmth of the setting Sun. The bodyguards approached her, heard by Sue amidst the quiet open space. She was ushered along back to her far-isolated room. The path to it reminding her of how much she was monitored, the absence of people and even sight from the lack of windows, made this desolate place all the more unwanted by Sue. But it was all for her protection, and she understood this. If anything, it was just the nigh to spend – she’d have the whole day to look forward to once she woke! The education she was going to receive, the freedom she was going to experience once more, the liveliness she was to feel, the people she would meet again. She would see Jack again…
She pushed that though aside as soon as they entered the room. Jack, really? He did help her out a lot and he was indeed charming. But it was still too soon, and she didn’t even know if he was still trustworthy. It might all be a plot of deception and malice. But… she liked it. Ooh how exciting.
She giggled at herself at the silliness of the thought while she devoured her sent-in dinner. For people that did not know, Sue was a heavy-eater and could consume four plates in a buffet. It was a lot to do with her intense exercising and dance practices. Once she set down her cutlery and passed it off to the guards, she took in front of a tall mirror, and realized the lack of exercise was getting to her. Her legs and arms were noticeably chubbier, her face sprang in a bounce, her bosom did not experience a drastic change but her clothing did stretch out more obviously. She thought it all sexy and curvaceous, were it not all going to go away with her exercise routine.
Sue, the dancer she was, maintained a routine of stretches and indoor exercises. She spent a good hour bending in all sorts of shapes. She was able to fold herself, split completely, and arch backwards on the floor. But with form, came the need to show it off – strength and endurance was necessary for a good dancer. So she did her situps and pushups, and practiced her windmill breakdancing. Her room was spacious enough when things were moved around, perhaps designed with the intention for letting her do her routine comfortably. ”You go, dad.” she thought.
After a quick review of her study materials today, which wasn’t that much, and some quick practices of her own to do a punch – it felt pitiful but correct – and fell asleep early before midnight.
Sue woke early to the brand new day to the sound of an alarm clock. It was quiet enough that it didn’t destroy an entire building. The silent sound the clock produced and amplified by Sue’s power would have been equivalent to a normal washing machine. It was stupidly loud for her, but it did the trick. The guards were told of Sue’s normal routine of jogging early in the morning. Stamina was again an essential factor most performers needed to enhance. Choreography as brutal and rigorous often meant it had to last long as well, and Sue, with her toned muscles, was adept in keeping up.
She got out of bed, and in the same clothes she was in save her jeans and beanie, she started to jog as soon as she exited the elevator. She did not have her music with her, and so relied on small ear-plugs to block out sound, earmuffs being too much and too warm for her exercise. She was also followed by her guards, though not by her side – far off with some distance, just watching her.
She mostly circled the main buildings, she passing by some of the other students who were out up and early for a good run. She started to run back to her building, aiming to take a shower.
She stripped off her clothing, the shower-room being in the same room she slept in, just behind a door, and went in. The bright room, the cold marble floor, the customized shower head that gave off a silent flow of water, she cleaned herself up in style and marvel. The things they had to prepare for her, it was just a tad bit much but Sue was appreciative of it all.
She had no idea what to do now. Normally, the caretakers would notify her of what to do, so she just waited around. She, in her room, realized that it would be her turn soon to fight Mimic. Trepidation again, she stretched again in preparation. She wasn’t ready, but she was going to do her best.