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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:37 pm
Past the hallway that leads to the ball room, is another hallway that leads to the training room. Like the gym room, this room is meant for a good workout... Except that it's not just meant to be a stress-reliever. The fighting equipment stored in this room is much more strong and durable, fit for a vampire's strength. The room is perfect for vampires who would like to train harder for the next time they encounter a hunter.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:54 pm
Everyone finished the room. Greg decided to test out some of the equipment, making sure everything was done properly. Resting against a punching hand he mumbled, "All good." Bobby laughed. "A liddle oudda breath?" the other construction worker asked. Greg smirked. "Whatever. I guess we're done. Great job, guys! Let's get back." He then led the huge group back upstairs.
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eternal_slumber667 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:09 pm
Christina arrived in the room and sighed joyously. She had been waiting to try out this new room, and her excessive stress level was making that possible. She made it over to one of the corners towards the punching bag. She could tell that it would take a while to ruin it because the materials were surprisingly strong and incredibly durable. A pit of rage rose up inside as she began to swing at it, striking at the target over and over again. Her knuckles began to bleed since her hands were not taped nor was she wearing gloves. She stopped after about ten minutes, grabbing a towel and dabbing her knuckles. "Ow," she winced, licking the wound. After a minute or two she began to strike the bag again.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 10:39 pm
After about an hour of beating the crap out of the punching bag, the material had a dark red stain-- my blood. I grabbed two towels and sat next to the cooler, dabbing at my drenched knuckles and my scraped up shin. The pain wasn't unbearable, but it did sting quite a bit. There was a bit of blood under the bag leading back and forth from the towel rack and I thought to myself with a smirk, "I'm gonna have to get Victoria to clean that up..." I sighed to myself, reached into the cooler, grabbed a large bottle of A-, and walked out the door.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 11:43 am
Ciara stepped off the elevator and went straight to her destination, careful not to look around at the bloody mess still in the basement. She shut the door to the training room and went over to the first punching bag she spotted. Ciara began punching and kicking the bag, her movement defined and precise due to her years of training in the martial arts.
Ciara cursed to herself, taking her frustration out on the bag. Was Leon trying to make her want him? Or was he just merely striking conversation? Ciara growled at her body. The damn thing was so needy, especially with the wrong people. She hoped exhausting herself on the bag would help.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 12:17 am
After a while, Ciara stopped, feeling a little bit better. She looked down and noticed her clothes were soaked through with sweat, and she sighed. She walked over to the cooler and grabbed a random bottle of blood, quickly downing it. She cracked her neck to the side and walked out of the training room and went straight to the elevator, pressing the button to her floor. She couldn't hide forever.
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