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Post by .: Pax :. on Mar 25, 2009 22:14:04 GMT -5
During the times working for the car site, Pax found himself using the onsite gym daily, but since all the change he never had a chance to take out some of his frustration or something else.
Picking up the weights he decided on 20 reps...
1... became 5
5... became 9
9... became...
He lost it. It slipped from his hands and landed neatly back on the balancing bar. He cursed to himself, why had he lost so much strength?
He removed his white polo shirt from his body and slapped his fist back around the weight bar picking it up again. this time he managed 15, but still struggling and let the weight slip back out of his hand again. He thought maybe he had overdone it... seeing as only moments before hitting the gym he's done a 2km run around the school.
He sometimes enjoyed the punching sensation through his chest when he had over worked himself.
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Post by | Smudge | on Mar 25, 2009 23:36:46 GMT -5
[Macie] <<Clickclick
I dropped my pink and black spotted Juicy Couture duffle bag on the white marble floor of the girls' locker room. I unzipped it and pulled out what i needed. I dressed myself in berry-blue Soffee shorts, a white tank, and a pair of neat, clean Converse sneakers. I pulled my dark red hair into a high bun on top of my head, leaving my sidebangs and a few tapered strings of hair hanging down.
It was a rainy, stuffy Saturday morning, and i was only my way down to the gym to jog my normal fifteen laps around the perimeter of it, then figure out a new routine for the Octavian Academy Polar Bears' cheerleading team, since we needed one for the upcoming soccer match.
I let out a sigh, stuffed my phone back into my bag, then strode out of the room and down the set of marble stairs. Once i was in the wood-floored extremely large gym, i tightened the laces on my shoes, then picked up a jog and started on my first lap. It wasn't until i was facing the glass-halfwall-outlined "smaller gym" when i noticed a semi-cute guy. The "small gym" was just a wood-floored room with plasma screens on the wall, and a bunch of workout machines and Gatorade vending machines.
I rolled my shoulders back and continued jogging, trying to look as good as possible. I didn't know why, but i did this involuntarily every time i saw a guy. I finally had a name for it--Flirt Mode.
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Post by .: Pax :. on Mar 25, 2009 23:43:26 GMT -5
Pax took one more shoot at the weights. Picked them up and felt his wrist make a loud snapping noise. He dropped the weights back down on it's stand, after cursing under his breath.
'Dammit' He cursed. Rubbing his wrist with his other hand, massaging around the bone.
He already had a wrist support on his hand, but removed it. Revealing a large orange and purple bruise around it. This injury was not new, it was old. Caused from many stupid activities he did in his past time. He wrist was littered with the reminents of old white scars, but he didn't let that bother him.
He sat back down on the bench press, letting his brown hair fall slightly into his eyes. He knew there was another girl in the room, but he didn't let that bother him, he has learned to ignore things like that. Sometimes girls caught his eyes, sometimes they didn't. At this moment in time he was more focused on subsiding the pain in his wrist.
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Post by | Smudge | on Mar 25, 2009 23:55:33 GMT -5
I had finished about my sixth lap when i heard a faint snap. I stopped suddenly and whipped my head back to the "small gym". The cute-ish guy was clutching his arm, carefully examining it. I would have gone over and asked what was wrong, but i honestly didn't want to seem like some sort of...ugh....loser.
I let out a loud sigh, then picked up my speed. I jogged a few more laps, hopping that he was attracted to my gorgeous looks and thin, yet slightly muscular, long tanned legs.
When i was thinking that, you'd think that I'd silently call myself a self-absorbed egotistical airhead, but i never thought of myself that way. Most guys were attracted to me. Most did think i had gorgeous features and unrealistly tan legs.
I finished my laps, then let out another loud sigh. I casually ran a few fingers through my silky sidebangs, then strode into the small gym and over to the Gatorade machine. stomped my foot down. "Dammit! No change!" i hissed, then searched my pocket for quarters.
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Post by .: Pax :. on Mar 26, 2009 11:24:11 GMT -5
He had been watching the girl almost the whole time he sat on the bench press. His eyes slightly moved to the right so he could watch this mesmorising figure jog around the pitch and then come back into the gym. He noticed her watching him for a short second whilst he was rubbing his wrist from the pain.
He watched her as she cursed loudly. Standing up at the same time and walking cauiously over to her. He still rubbed his wrist, the blue bruise becoming evermore darker then it was before.
'You okie?' He asked. His voice was distant and quite, but there was some sort of pinch in his voice that made him sound honest rather then a liar.
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Post by | Smudge | on Mar 26, 2009 11:37:31 GMT -5
I heard him speak.
I smirked confidently, yet discreetly. The boys just couldn't keep away! I inserted my quarters and selected the light blue liquid-filled bottle. I grabbed it out of the bottom of the machine after it loudly tumbled down. I took a greedy drink then faced him. "I'm fine," i mumbled, then walked right past him and back into the gym. I grabbed my iPhone and scrolled through my hundreds of songs. I finally found what i was looking for--Beautiful, Dirty, Rich by Lady Gaga. Perfectly upbeat...catchy. It would go perfectly with the routine i had been imagining, as soon as i changed up the rhythm a little bit and turned it into our own Polar Bears' remix (as we did with every song we used).
I laid out the ten white and red checked tumbling mats, then started stretching. Hopefully he'd talk first so i didn't have to...
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Post by .: Pax :. on Mar 26, 2009 12:27:26 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow when she walked away. He knew he was now picture perfect person, standing there with his black joggers on and a fitted white sleeveless top tucked into his back pocket, but seriously, she must have thought she was Gods gift to men or somethign like that.
He watched her as she set up her material on the ground. Still rubbing his wrist he sat back down on the bench press and watched her. It was something he grew fond of doing, sometimes it made people feel nervous, other times it made him look like a total pratt, but he didn't care.
Finally he opened his mouth to speak.
'How long you been running for?' he asked.
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Post by | Smudge | on Mar 26, 2009 12:34:00 GMT -5
I smirked mysteriously. "It's not really a hobby. I just run to keep in shape for cheer." i bent down and grabbed both my ankles, then stood back up. I sighed then slowly bent backwards, finally into a back bend.
After a few more mintes, i got down and started stetching my arms. "How long have you been lifting weights?" I suddenly tapped Play on my iPhone, stuck my earbuds in, then tried to get influensed. I need something with spark. Something good! I needed.....a cheer co.captain....
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Post by .: Pax :. on Mar 26, 2009 12:39:47 GMT -5
'About two years'
His response was blunt, but he saw she was pretty occupied with herself so he didn't plan on disturbing her. Even if he did think she was slightly pompus he still thought she was good looking.
Pax sat down on the ground, his knees lifted up and finally letting go of his wrist he put his hands behind him. He was probably the most relaxed he's been in a long while. He then noticed he still wasn't wearing a short and blushed.
Standing back up again he turned back to his pocket and pulled out his white short, putting it back on, pulling his razer necklace from hiding beneath the white. He picked up his sports bottle, took a chug of water and put it back down.
'How often do you run?' Was his second question, he tried to make conversation but sucked at it. 'You want go for a run sometime?'
... He said that? Man, did you really say that?
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