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 Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 7:54 am
Roland wandered into the gym early that morning, he hadn't anything better to do yet and it was high time he started doing more to work out then just swinging Sylvia about.
There was just one glaring problem with this whole plan.
He hadn't the faintest clue where to start working out to improve, at least with weapons training it made sense. Hit them before they hit you. Hit them harder then they hit you. Try not to get hit. Don't screw up.
<< You've never been to a gym? >>
Roland huffed slightly as his weapon started to laugh at his rather clueless nature towards working out.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 8:02 am
Amongst the hardbodies and regular gym faces, despite the warm damp air and the vague scent of body odor, there was Cee running on the treadmill. Her dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail over the familiar body she'd tweeted pics of early in the morning. Amazingly she was tweeting and running simultaneously. What a skill!
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 8:07 am
Shuffling among everything he made his way to a treadmill, there was another hunter beside him jogging away and some how on her phone at the same time. The idea of this caught him off guard entirely.
"That... doesn't seem like a really good idea."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 8:42 am
"Why not?" There was a bit of a head bobble in her response. She apparently didn't even take menial criticism and let it slide. "Not like I'm flyin off inta the wall or nothing." Cee huffed, bangs blowing in the small breeze before settling again. She gave Ro, while and still holding her phone in front of her face, a very obvious look up and down. "Wassup..?" She said with a cool smirk.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 8:55 am
"Depends on the person but some of the reactions I've seen to twitter plus a treadmill in the gym just sounds like a bad accident waiting to happen." He set his own bag down climbing onto a treadmill beside Cee before tying some of his hair back.
He was very much trying to ignore the look up and down he was getting, Sylvia however was completely okay with them being checked out.
"Nothing really, weathers horrible outside and I figured I should maybe try actually... going to the gym." He frowned.
"I honestly haven't a clue what I should do here."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 9:59 am
"Sounds like a buncha amateurs." Cee laughed but did set the phone down on top of the treadmill panel to make this guy feel better about it. He wasn't anything special of note, that she could tell. Nothing about him leapt out at her besides he was normal looking and slim. No particular style, no badass edge, no prudish stutter. He clearly didn't spend a lot of time in the gym here so.. what was his deal exactly? "Umm.. you run?" She replied with a flippant motion to the machine he stood on. "Till you get a good sweat on.. then you take a breather." She shrugged. "Check out these beefcakes man.." There was one particular guy whose arms were as big as her whole body. "He knows what's going on. I'd like to have him toss me around like that hhmmmm..." Without shame her eyes slid back to Roland. "Maybe you could ask'm his routine if yer so puzzled." Her eyebrows jumped, "You think he'd spot me if I asked all polite and s**t..." There was an innocent bat of lashes.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 11:04 am
"No more like a bunch of people who would lose their marbles and possibly throw their phone at some one or something before storming off to punch someone. Or something along those lines." He waved his hand in the air flippantly before turning back to the treadmill.
He started it off at a slow walk letting it ramp into a proper run, "Well I mean, I know that." His eyes followed to the other hunter, clearly a sun judging by his size. Sylvia gave a cat call.
"It's less.... mass for me. My weapons big, but more awkward to wield then heavy? I mean any weapon feels light to the person using it, but I just don't know what I should work on to get better at using her?" He offered a light shrug to his line of questions.
His own face cracked into a grin, "Dun know, how about you go ask and find out since you're off the phone now."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 11:45 am
"Listen.. I'm new. I don't know s**t about what muscles you use for your weapon." She shrugged. "I got whips I can barely use and my old lady don't feel like informin me of much." She tapped the side of her head. The jogging pace she was on finally slowed to a quick walk. She hit some buttons on the console and picked up a towel to pat her glistening brow. "Maybe I will." Cee sucked her teeth a bit, "But not yet. I'm still on cardio!" After a moment of silence, nothing but the running belt of the treadmill, she shook her head at him. "Ain't you supposed to know stuff? You're like.. one of this crew already." She motioned around.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 12:16 pm
"Funny you have a whip," he was now jogging along as they spoke. "My weapon gained the ability to break down into a whip not to long ago. Though I suspect mines still really different."
Having a giant scythe blade flailing at the end made it more mace like, but who was really in the mood to be that picky?
"Well then, whats next for that cardio run?" The hum of his treadmill and his feet thumping away filled the silence before she spoke again, once more he offered only a shrug.
"I know bits and pieces, no ones perfect, as it is I'm a Mist, so I'm pretty much a jack of all trades master of nothing. I can fight okay, I can defend okay, I can work with some of the runic tech but really advanced stuff is beyond me. I know a little bit about medical stuff, but if we're getting to the point where you need medical attention your weapon can't fix then you're almost to the point of being dead probably. In which case I can't really help."
He turned to look at her a tilt of the head, "What division did they put you in?"
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 5:57 am
"How long you been here exackly?" Her brisk walk was slowing down gradually, some setting she'd put into the console. If anything she was a quick study and had already been proding the Deus net from the restricted access she got on her phone. Soon she'd find a computer and really get a good look at things. It boggled her mind that someone could come to a place like this and not go out of their way to get as much experience and info as possible. She was a brat. She was spoiled. She was, in some ways, very lazy. Concetta was also someone who hated to be at a disadvantage. It was why she worked out and learned self defense. It was why she'd learned to fire a gun. It was why she now, in this new place, would secretly gather as much information as she could. "Death? The one with the scythey things." She crossed her fingers like an X to emphasize.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 4:53 pm
Roland paused for a moment, a sheepish grin, "Almost two years," where Cee had dove right in it had taken Roland a while to get his head around being a hunter, and being a Mist he was never in one place to learn very long. So far he had proven decent at finding runic objections based on Aria feeling he cheated at a trial, he could fight, he could somewhat defend, there was just a lot he didn't fully know yet deep down.
"Research and recon, also your division leader will eat your heart still beating out of your chest so try and avoid him till you're an intermediate." He paused, "Just avoid him over all, everyone follows that rule."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 10:35 am
Two years? It didn't sound very long but about two years ago was when she made it into the pod. She was fresh out of high school. Why had it taken so long to make it out? Was there something wrong with her (no it couldn't be) or had she not been needed? "Rilly?" Her eye brows jumped as the treadmill finally slowed enough and she hopped to the side bumpers and turned it off completely. She already had some fearsome image of this mysterious division leader. "So he's like in charge cause hes tha stronges' then?" Rule with fear was not always the best method but she could respect hat.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 6:36 am
Roland didn't recall when he went into the pod, he remembered the night he left, vaguely the date he'd probably been asleep almost a year or so himself.
Still jogging he shook his head no at Cee, "He's strong, but it's not him that's strong. It's his weapon. It.... It's a terrifying thing. I know a friend of mine once borrowed it. Almost a cruel joke really, he let her use his weapon which is typically never done. In that short time she nearly killed a few other hunters in spars because the weapon was just too much. I don't know how he became the head of everything, but we're mostly just cannon fodder to him."
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 6:20 am
Cee was a bit wide eyed. The weapon sounded awesome but, now after having her own, fairly terrifying. "Before I got here I'd say that seems cool but now I got my own," Cee toweled her exposed belly, a shining navel ring bobbing in her belly button. "I can see it. Mine kinda freaks me out." Snap made her weight known again to her hunter, a constricting feeling on her entired body like an ever present shackle. The petite woman shook it off and moved to a nearby rack of handweights. It wasn't too far that they could talk but she also got to pose in front of a mirror while she worked. The weights she chose were heavier than one would expect from such a princess. As she leaned, her waist band slide to reveal a tattoo at the base of her back with american and italian flags and some sort of script. Most would call this trashy, a tramp stamp, but Cee waved her tramp flag proudly. "So mists like learn all tha s**t? Death is intel. And...?" She'd learned a bit from the net but she liked having boys tell her things. It made them feel useful.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 7:01 am
"The weapons aren't so scary what they where before they became weapons? Now that's the scary part." He shivered, "I believe the worst I've met is a purple mind flayer that has a thing for either turning me into its pet... or trying to choke me to death."
Sylvia was less a weight, more a prodding nosy sibling, one that constantly interjected at the worst times, and sometimes the best times. She was a flighty moody creature that suited the sometimes mopy hunter rather well.
Turning to watch her move to the weights Roland was hardly shocked to see her pick up a heavier set of weights. Before being bound to Sylvia he might have scoffed at the idea of trying to lift like that, but even he might have been able to pull that weight. The perks of weapons. He also made note of the flags, he may have stared a bit trying to catch what it said below them.
"Pretty much everything," He focused back on his jogging, "Sun division is the front line, they do the heavy combat stuff and tend to have the most casualties as a result. The Moon division pairs with Sun, since Moon is defense based. Then you have Life, the tech guys. You could split them up further and say you have medics, runic tech, and those that study FEAR and Halloween its self entirely."
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