Post by LUNUS DARK on Mar 3, 2011 14:59:29 GMT -5
You dare to tell me that
| [atrb=width,80%][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/14ux4io.jpg,true] Lunus was running on the tradmils, beads of sweat dripping down his face as he ran to some fast paced rock music. He had a determined look on his red face and this was mirrored by the pace he was running at. The treadmil was on it's highest setting and he still felt it too slow for him. He slowed down and eventually stopped the treadmil before wiping the swaet off his face with a towel and stepping off. He was sweaty for the first time in a while but the exercise was a great way of calming him, and the music helped too, somehow. he was panting and was sure he'd not do as well if he came abck again in a week or so, a couple of hours on the treadmil sorta stiffens your joints. He had a quick shower and then returned to the gym in fresh clothes. He had decided to sit in the corner, reading a little before heading off, the gym was unusually quiet and he decided to utilise this as opposed to finding a different quiet place. | [atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] |
there never was a holocaust
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