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Post by ANNABELLE HARVEST on Mar 20, 2011 8:44:12 GMT -5
This was one of those days where, even though she didn’t like running, she felt like she had to. It had been a frustrating day, nothing had gone right and people had been shouting and moaning and pointing the finger at her because she happened to be the youngest one there and of course, the youngest one was always to blame. Just because those old fools were going senile didn’t mean she was the blame! Harvi cranked up the setting on the treadmill, her legs having to move faster and her mind having to focus on what she was doing. She was afraid that if she kept thinking about work then she’d end up not breathing and then collapsing in the middle of the gym. And that was just a no go zone.
Lifting a hand up to wipe the sweat from her forehead, she glanced over her shoulder; scanning the area for people she could have a little fun with. Anything to lighten up her mood... She huffed, turning off the machine and stepping down. She didn’t a drink- something with a high alcohol content- but unfortunately the only thing she had was a bottle of water. It tasted of minerals, a metallic kind of taste hitting her tongue. Disgusting.
After five minutes of moaning, Harvi had decided she’d had enough and simply upped and left. Her feet had carried her here and she thought it was high time she did a little work out- despite how agonising it was. Thats why she walked just about everywhere... Her legs where burning, her lungs hurting, her heart hammering against her chest... Not to mention she smelt like sweat. It wasn’t the most attractive anyone could ever look.
Feeling more horrible than she had before stepping in the gym, Harvi threw herself down on one of the many benches that were dotted around, indigo gaze sliding lazily over the countless people that were working out. She didn’t understand why so many people came to this place everyday, and enjoyed sweating and ‘toning up’ it was horrible. Made her feel terrible for sure.”Why isn’t there anybody interesting about!” She exclaimed throwing up her hands in frustration. Damn this shit.
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Post by BANNER MADDOCK on Mar 20, 2011 16:01:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=23201c][atrb=width,461,true]  ☠☣☢ I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT, ☆☆ IT LOVED ME IN MY HEAD, I TRIED TO BE A CHARMER ☆☆ Sweatshirt? Check. Comfortable, stylishly simple, completely casual. Pants? A bit different than what he was used to, but in all opinions total, he was looking a-ok. Shoes? Disgustingly average. He zipped up the front of the cotton jacket, giving himself another once over. He had no idea what he was doing, and he didn't really look like it, either. In fact, he hadn't stepped inside of a gym before once in his life.
Okay, maybe that was exaggerating a bit. He did step inside once before. But it was a horrible experience, involving a lot of, erm... Reverse harassment on his part. He gave a sigh, not wanting to think about it. How was he supposed to know that one of his many exes would be there with his wife? Wasn't his fault the guy happened to be partial to the bondage symbol that was a wedding band. He'd never understand it. He didn't want to. Banner gathered himself up, tossing his gym bag over his shoulder, and made his way down the front steps of his estate. What in the world had exactly driven the man to choose to go to the fitness center that day? Perhaps it was his constant need for change. Or perhaps it was the thought of all those hot, sweaty buff guys.
Either way, as his chauffeur dropped him off at the center, he seemed to have a new sense of purpose. A silly amount of confidence for what he was about to fail at miserably and most likely stand aside and settle for people watching. Or he would stave off the possibility of humiliating himself altogether and just people watch. Yes, that sounded so much more... Not-emberrassing. At least he'd be able to blend in for now. He checked in at the front counter-- membership? Sure, why not. It required filling out papers. Blah, blah, blah, boring stuff. He glanced around the room after shoving the filled out sheets back at the woman behind the desk impatiently. Where were the guys? After that he was handed some gold-shiny plastic card, which he returned a worrysome smile upon recieving. Pocketing the card, Banner found himself wondering aimlessly around the facility for a bit, peeking into utility closets and other rooms that had apparently nothing to do with hot sweaty men running or doing pushups or flexing or anything. Horribly dissapointing.
Just as he was about to give up, finding the running about the first level to be a workout of its own, he found the stairs. He slowly trudged upward, almost losing his footing once he reached the top from being startled by a sudden outburst. He put a hand to his chest as if to keep from suffering a heart attack, peeking around the corner, a tad bit bewildered. He gave a timid smile, stepping out from around the corner. If memory served right, she was one of the scientists at SHIFT Corps. And if gossip and possible snooping served right, that particular scientist was a little miss Annabelle Harvest. "Why, Anna darling, what a horrible thing to say. There are plenty of--," it was just than that one of the windows revealing the inside of an excercising room caught his attention. So it was up here all along. "--interesting individuals here. You're practically surrounded."
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