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Post by Dante Roscoe Fenix on Sept 17, 2012 15:23:49 GMT -5
(OOC: September 3rd. Open up to anyone. I'd love for Monet to show up. ;D)
Dante let out a grunt through gritted teeth as he moved 450 lbs with his legs on the leg press. He had been on this machine for 15 minutes now, he had tossed away his tank-top early as he started working out. Which was over 2 hours ago, leaving him in his gym shoes and cargo shorts and his body was covered in a fine sheet of sweat. Showing off his impressive build as well as his tattoos and numerous scars. With a final grunt Dante pushed the weight back up before putting the lock it in place to hold it. He let out a few deep breaths before setting back up and grabbed his towel off his thigh and wiped the sweat from his face and arms before getting up, grabbing his water bottle and moving to another piece of equipment.
He was not surprised by the lack of people using the gym, or ore specifically the weight room, which is where he was at, after all 'his' generation was the lazy generation. Sure he enjoyed kicking back and doing nothing ever so often, but he couldn't just be lazy or inactive. He needed to be doing something that was worth his time. Dante took a drink of his water before dropping it and throwing his towel onto a nearby piece of equipment. Dante moved to the bench press and decided to start out easy so he only put 300 lbs on the barbell before he began working on his upper body. He laid down on the bench, tightened his grip on the barbell before lifting it up and down again, completely focused on working-out.
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Post by Monet Taka on Sept 19, 2012 19:57:42 GMT -5
"Mmmmm."
Monet wasn't hiding her lust. She had her palm on her face, rapping on her face gently with her red polished fingers. She tilted her head to the side. She had her hair swept to the side in a dark ponytail with a big pink scrunchy. Her outfit of choice was a pair of tight black biker shorts, a midriff sports top showing off her stomach and navel piercing. Sure that double metallic gem in her belly made it difficult to work out but the lady liked to show off. She smiled down at the boy working out, sweat pouring off of him. She grinned, still looking a lot like a grin her father would give.
"I didn't think those muscles could get any hotter. Meeeeeooooowww."
Slipping into the weight room behind Monet was the dorkiest kid possible. A large gray t-shirt with a Batman logo on it and large black shorts, a towel draped around his shoulders was Dex. His eyes flicked to Monet and Dante before walking over towards a treadmill. Then he tried to figure out how to turn it on the treadmill. His eyes narrowed. He never worked out, what was he doing there? He was trying to look cool.
(Brought in Dex just in case someone else wanted to come into the thread :3 )
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Post by Dante Roscoe Fenix on Sept 26, 2012 19:20:39 GMT -5
Dante stopped lifting the weight up, holding over his chest as he looked up to see Monet. Dressed and ready to work out in her sports top and black, tight workout shorts. Hugging her assets in all the right places...damn, she looked hot! "Thanks, what can I say, I like working out and getting stronger...and showing off to," he said with a grin as he began lifting the barbell up and onto the holders. He sat back up and grabbed his towel. "And it seems I'm not the only one princess," Dante said with a cocky grin as he got up from the bench and walked up to Monet, towel around his neck as he admiring her figure. Taking notice of the gem in her belly, which only added to her beauty. "So do you want to workout together princess?" Dante asked smoothly as he stood infront of Monet, looking down at her as he showed off his impressive muscular build to her. As well as the numerous scars and tattoos he had.
It was at that time he noticed the nerd known as Dexter trying to work a treadmill. It was amusing really to see the nerd try to work the machine amd fail. "Check it out," he motioned with his head towards Dexter. "Hey string bean, you need to press the button that says 'START'." Dante said mockingly.
(OOC: Not happy with my post. -.-)
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Post by James Pride on Oct 13, 2012 16:07:11 GMT -5
A new figure entered the gym, water bottle in one hand and towel in the other, slung over his shoulder. He overheard Dante teasing another student, and his mouth curled into a frown. If there was one thing he despised, it was arrogant bullies. Shooting Dante a look with his dark eyes as he walked past to make it clear what he thought of his statement towards Dexter, he walked to the treadmill on which Dexter stood.
"You okay to work this, mate?" he asked. His question was friendly, not at all patronising.
[Please don't say I'm gonna turn this guy into a teacher's pet/Gary Stu...I dun wanna! >.<]
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Dex Doppler
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"Thanks. I have a lot to offer anatomically-astrotonomy-ASTRONOMICALLY." *facepalm*
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Post by Dex Doppler on Oct 13, 2012 16:16:01 GMT -5
"Thanks," Dex clucked towards Dante with a roll of his eyes, "Ass hole." He grumbled, peeking over, watching Monet grinning down at Dante, leaning on the weight machine.
"Good one," she purred, "Now, tell me how much you can bench press." Dex sighed until he (and Monet it seemed) heard a voice.
"You okay to work this, mate?"
While Dex's face softened into a smile, Monet looked like someone had told her that her hair dye would make her hair fall out. Her eyes flashed darkly, lips curled. Something she DID NOT like about this boy and it was clear. "Thanks, I can-"
"HEY," Monet hissed, "Who asked you to save the dorkus? He can figure out how to fall on his ass himself, got it?"
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Post by James Pride on Oct 13, 2012 16:21:56 GMT -5
James turned, and regarded Monet's face with a blank disinterest for a moment. "Called being helpful, sweetheart. Maybe you should try it some time." he said flatly. And with that, he turned back to Dexter as if Monet wasn't even there. "Ok, but if you need help, just give me a shout, yeah?" He grinned, and crossed the gym to some dumbbells on a rack. He selected a fairly heavy pair and sat on a wooden bench that was pushed against the wall. Alternating arms, he lifted them to his chest and lowered them again repetitively.
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Post by Monet Taka on Oct 13, 2012 16:37:17 GMT -5
"WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!?"
Dante was all forgotten. Something about this boy made her hair stand on end. She felt annoyed, cheated and sick around him. It wasn't attraction at all. It was flat out hatred. Which he hadn't earned. Her eyes narrowed as she approached the boy, pressing a perfectly manicured nail to his chest. "DO you know who you're talking to?" She sneered, "You uncivilized creature? I am not some bitch to take lightly. My father's killed people. I'm not above slaughtering too."
She stepped back, pressing a palm to her lips. Her words had never been so harsh before. "Just...don't turn your back on me, okay, kid?" She scoffed and returned to Dante's side, nose in the air.
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Post by James Pride on Oct 13, 2012 16:50:49 GMT -5
Once again, James didn't show much interest. It was his way of keeping the moral high ground. A small smirk did come to his face however, when she threatened him, but he hid it by watching the weights as he lifted them. He looked to her as she turned to leave back to Dante, and grinned at her. "Is that a challenge?" he asked.
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Post by Dante Roscoe Fenix on Oct 14, 2012 22:14:17 GMT -5
Dante looked to the new arrival as he walked in, it was obvious that he wasn't happy about how he was treating Dex. Further proven by the look he gave him as he walked by him. He simply smiled at that. It seemed he found another do-gooder. He looked back to Monet as she asked him how much he benched. "Well I can bench 300 lbs easy and if I want a real workout I'll put 400 lbs or more on," he said casually.
He turned look back at Dex and the new guy as Monet yelled at latter of the two it seemed. Dante leaned up against the machine, his arms folded over his chest as he watched the scene unfold, curious to see where this would go...that didn't mean he wouldn't be apart of it. He snorted at what the new guy said, he was defiantly the son of a good guy. It wasn't the smartist things to say or do, considering he just brushed Monet off just as fast as he spoke to her.
"WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!?"
Dante could only shake his head at how this was unfolding, this guy really didn't think things through it seemed. He watched as Monet walked up to James getting up in his face as she threatened him before walking back over to him. And Dante had to say she was damn sexy when she was bad! He looked back to James as he spoke again. "No, it's promise," Dante said with narrowed eyes, as he defended Monet. Her fights were his fights as well. "After all it's not that hard to kill someone. I've done it," he said with a twisted grin at letting that little tidbit about himself known.
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Post by James Pride on Oct 18, 2012 12:44:01 GMT -5
James couldn't say he was intimidated by Monet or Dante. He figured that if they got by using threats, they weren't even worth his time, no matter how severe the threats were. But if they started threatening others like that, he'd have to step in; he found that he couldn't stand aside and let people be treated like dirt. He could usually ignore it well if it was directed at him, and not let it get to him, but if it was at another, he wouldn't stand for it.
"No, it's a promise. It's not that hard to kill someone. I've done it."
"Psychopathic nutcase..." James muttered under his breath, quietly so that Dante wouldn't hear. Flipping his fringe from his face, he went back to concentrating on the weights he was lifting.
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