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Icarus yawned a little, feeling the white dragon flop on her as well. She watched the Spaniard leave and nodded a little, meaning she felt the same. She then rolled over and got comfortable with the dragons before blushing some. His smile was rather cute.

Icarus fell asleep after a while and boy did that sleep rejuvenate the youth. And apparently the energy would come in handy. Her phys ed class wanted relay races today. So Icarus sighed and headed outside, leaving her weighted jacket behind. Of course once at the track, she made quite the od request. "I want to race by myself. Against everyone else." she said boredly, puffing at a cigarette.

Icarus stood at the start line with the other first leg students. The rest of the track was dotted with the rest of the teams, except Icarus's lane. Soon she put out her cigarette and readied, crouching down like an olympic runner would. Many of the other students didn't. Soon, once a small crowd had settled on the bleachers. The starting gun was fired and all the students bolted. Icarus seemed to fall behind before shrugged and suddenly shot in front of every last competitor. As the teams reached their second-to-last leg, Icarus crossed the finish line, slightly winded. How she was able to run like that while being such a chain smoker was baffling.

Icarus grabbed a water bottle and took a few gulps before smiling at Benjamin. "Thanks. It seems I still don't have many fans. Good thing I've got allies instead." she said with a smirk, lighting a new cigarette.

Icarus looked to Benjamin and smiled some. "That nursing student. She seems to know her way around." she said, shrugging. She then bid the Spaniard a good afternoon before going to her usual place. The garage.

Icarus had gone to sleep in her side car, tucked under a ratty old blanket she kept in there. There were some car magazines in her lap, along with a novel or two. She had been reading one of the books before she'd fallen asleep. Yet she looked quite peaceful in her little transport.

[OOC:] Sounds like a plan to me.

Icarus stirred softly, nestling under the warm jacket, sleeping quietly. The magazines were obvious. Expensive sports cars and diagrams of their engines and workings. The novels were a bit different. There was Moby d**k, Gone With The Wind, and even a beaten up copy of Dracula. All very good titles, though were in condition that would hint to a lot of use. She had read them so many times over the years, enough to have memorized them. They had been her favorite books and the bookstore she usually camped out in went into foreclosure. So they gave her the only books they had left as an apology before she had to find a new place to sleep.

Icarus continued to sleep, not feeling all her reading material moved. She continued to sleep soundly as Benjamin got comfy. The book looked like it had been beaten to hell and back. There was also a few strings between pages. Obviously Icarus had marked her favorite pages and her place to resume reading it. Again.