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Post by chanceralme on Sept 8, 2011 13:41:50 GMT -5
     The gym was empty and quiet, it was the perfect place to calm down, someplace to just get out frustration and that was exactly what chance was doing in the early morning hours after having a very rough nights sleep. He had arrived at the school the night before and was not used to the combined emotions of a lot of angst filled teenagers and they all flooded into his head and being at once, it was overwhelming. He had tossed in his bed all night, sleeping in a new place was hard enough but in a new place with a random person for a roommate and then there sleeping emotions was just to much. And at first light he was out of there, with his Ghi in a bag and his ipod. It had been a few weeks since he had been able to train, what with the traveling to get to the school and the lack of places to work out.
He padded his way down to where he though the gym was and thankfully he was right, it only took a few wrong doors to find and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found it empty. No one around to mess with his already full mind. He found the changing room and put on his Ghi pants, leaving the shirt in the bag, reveling in the comfort of the fabric against his skin, and tied his longish hair back with a leather cord, and then went in search of a place to hook up his ipod. He managed to locate a stereo with an ipod jack and thanked the lord. Working out without music is just punishment. He turned on his drowning playlist, cranking the volume, assuming that the gym was soundproof for that specific reason.
That was the beautiful thing about music, it blocked other stuff out. It was a godsend when there were too many people around, too many emotions flooding in at once, it helped calm him down and somewhat control his emotions. Anyway, the playlist he put on this morning was a combination of loud pumping instrimentals and random techno and he did some basic stretches before making his way over to the punching bag and started working on his punches and kicks, controlling his breathing and blocking out everything else around him. Letting himself totally focus on the rhythm.
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Post by thedig on Sept 8, 2011 14:52:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Sad Lend was sad. Why? Because he had been thinking about the taboo subject, his family. He hadn’t wanted to- the memories had just... flooded back. His brother burning down the house, the two playing a prank on the village bully, fish and chips on Friday night- then the less welcome ones, like his parents’ faces when he had imitated them, the hushed voices, the pain on his wrists... He had been crying into his pillow for half an hour before deciding to do something to distract himself.
And what a distraction it was. He had taken to working out lately, and he had gotten a bit stronger, too. Working out, Lend found, helped him to focus, especially on the faces in his bank. He pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt and headed down to the gym.
Oh, no, another person- another dude, to be precise. Oh, he was... Hmm. Lend peered through the door, trying to get a better glimpse of the guy working out. He craned his head- just a little further and he would have the- “OHMIGOD!”
The “OMIGOD!” that Lend had just yelled was him flying through the door, straight for the work-out-guy. As he was flying through the air, he was thinking, And now he’s going to hate me forever because I was spying on him and now I’m going to bash into him and I wonder if I’m going to hit him... |
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Post by chanceralme on Sept 8, 2011 15:13:55 GMT -5
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Post by thedig on Sept 8, 2011 15:16:14 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Lend winced as he felt his body slam into the guy. They tumbled to the ground and Lend found his face inches above the other guy’s, exactly like the movies... except - that - they - were - both - dudes - and - it - was - never - going - to - happen. His breathing sped up at the closeness and he stared into the boy’s eyes for a tense moment before scrambling up. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he chanted, before holding out a hand to help the boy up.
“I’m Lend- short for Lendon- and I was just coming down here to work out, though I’m not sure what else you would do, watch someone work out I suppose, which was what I was doing through the door, and I kind of slipped and fell through and knocked you over, which is what just happened a minute ago, and now we’re standing here and I’m trying to apologise but getting it really messed up and I’m really sorry!” he babbled, gasping for breath. The lack of oxygen must be making him delusional, Lend thought through a thin haze, because the guy had really pretty eyes... Lend had slipped into the habit of noticing peoples’ eyes now, it seemed. They were awesome, this boy’s, all brown-y green, and kind of shot through with a colour that he couldn’t name. |
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Post by chanceralme on Sept 8, 2011 15:36:47 GMT -5
Chance rubbed the back of his head as the boy quickly jumped up off him and held out a hand to help him up which he took and crawled to his feet. The onslaught of emotion was piercing and Chance held a hand to the side of his head that he could easily pull off from hitting the floor. He looked at the redhead. The boy was was rambling something about the gym and watching him which Chance already knew. It was kind of cute, the babbling.
Chance was very open about his sexuality, if he liked someone, they knew it, he would openly flirt with just about anyone that he found attractive, and this boy was definitely cute with his red hair and nervous attitude, and Chance smirked down at him, shoving his hands into the pockets of his Ghi pants while waiting for him to stop talking.
“Well, Lend.” He said in soft smooth voice, once the boy had quieted “dont worry about the whole, knocking over thing, but I have to ask. Why were you watching me?” He gave his signature crooked grin. He really hadnt expected anyone to show up down here. then again, he had probably been here for awhile, he realized as his playlist ended and the room got quiet again.
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Post by thedig on Sept 8, 2011 16:10:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Oh, the boy forgave Lend- thank God! He didn't know what he would have done if... Wait, what? "Why was I watching..." he repeated blankly, then colour and realisation filled his cheeks.
Now, Lend hadn't had much experience with flirting. If he liked a girl, he would go up to them and say, "Because I think you're cute, and I like your eyes." He wouldn't play any games, or pass notes; he would just go straight up to them and ask them out. If they said no, then he would go home, cry, and get over it; if they said yes, they would usually dump him in about 24 hours. Lend didn't mind; he was hopeless at romance and he was happy, so for the last four years he had given up on it.
And now there was a guy who he had just called cute. Yes, that was accidental, and Lend's blush went from light to dark pink. The boy seemed to know what he was doing and that scared Lend more than his knowing wonky smile. Whatever he was going to say next got stuck in his throat as he waited nervously for the punch that would surely come. That's right- Lend thought that the dude with pretty eyes would hit him. Well, at least he had a cute guy in his face bank so he could stare at him later. |
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Post by chanceralme on Sept 8, 2011 16:38:46 GMT -5
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Post by thedig on Sept 9, 2011 1:45:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Lend was still squirming over his reason when the boy walked over to the iPod dock and flicked the music back on. To be honest, Lend hadn’t realised that it was off, but that just goes to show how unobservant he is. He looked at the ground quickly as the boy turned back.
The boy... Lend still didn’t know his name. Now, he didn’t like to ask people, but he really wanted to know this guy’s name. Wait- no, he had asked him a question. Did he fight? He used to, with his brother and with other kids off the streets when they wanted food. He had no idea how to ‘spare’, whatever that was, and he had had one lesson of tae kwon do before giving up completely. “Not, um, not entirely,” he admitted, biting his lip. “I used to fight with some kids back when I was- when I was fourteen, but that’s about it.” He grinned guiltily; he had been meaning to do some weight lifts but had gotten distracted...
And speaking of distractions, the guy hadn’t hit him. But he was walking towards him now. But he hadn’t immediately corrected Lend, but how many guys let that pass? Lend wouldn’t. He looked up again as he waited for the boy’s answer(ing strike?). |
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Post by chanceralme on Sept 9, 2011 11:21:06 GMT -5
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