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 Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 5:34 pm
The sounds of Audioslave blared from the window. Workout was already in full swing on the hopechest, with Nick and Nack sparring on one side and Silva and Aleric staff fighting on the other. Soho was resting up for her training, even though she had been working on and off all morning. She sat in the window, watching for the others. She wanted to see them!
A jab here, a strike there, the sound of tapping was rythmically echoing the beat of the wild, throbbing music. Nick had gotten to choose today's workout music, and it showed.
Show me how to LIIIIVVVVEEEE!!
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 5:41 pm
"Hey, who chose the music? This is bitchin'!"
The hopeful heir to sex, drugs and rock'n'roll landed next to Soho, dragging her Hello Kitty handkerchief behind her; it clunked, filled with the weights she had found and been using incessantly, which consisted of one pewter Garfield and one pewter Odie. Her arms, in fact, felt like they might fall off, but a couple of Maltesers and she was back in the game. Marne sat down next to Soho, with Garfield and Odie both clunking merrily on the sill.
"Me first, baby? How cool, I'm punctual!" As per usual, she caught Soho right on the mouth. "I was kind of hoping to be fashionably late, though. - Woo! Rock'n'roll!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 5:48 pm
Marne's cry of triumph barely had time to fade before a familiar form appeared at the window sill, holding her own little fabric parcel. Galatea smiled shyly and, aware that she'd get a Look if she once more insisted on knocking to come in, she stepped over the edge and fluttered over to the hope chest. The package clutched in her small hands threw her flight off a bit and she wobbled drunkenly for a moment before landing heavily. She flushed and tried to set the package down without making noise. Then she gave the other juvie females a little bow. "Hello, Soho, Miss Marne," she offered. Almost immediately, though, her pink eyes skittered over to where the others were already engaged in training and an enraptured look came over her face.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 5:51 pm
Nick dodgeda punch, then tackled Nack to the ground, looking over at the females with a dare I say "Wolfish" grin. "Hey! Where's my hello kiss?" He called over to Marne. "I'm the one who's going to be working today!"
"Don't be an a**, Nick." Nack muttered, throwing the other male off of him.
"Hi Marne! Hi Gala!" Soho said happily. "Are you guys ready? I've been up since seven! This is going to be so fun!"
Silva and Aleric kept going. Not all the brats were there, so they were going to take advantage of the time they had left.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 5:53 pm
"You're all the way over there, Nicky!" Marne hollered, and - mindful of the other feien's delicate sensibilities - reached over to peck Galatea on the cheek. "Isn't this gonna be great?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:01 pm
To her credit, Galatea didn't pull away at the kiss despite her sudden furious blush and she turned to smile again at Marne and Soho. "It's going to be very interesting," she agreed. "We're going to learn a lot and..." She paused and considered the other two girls. "You are going to have to be careful," she suddenly announced. "I don't want to see either of you get hurt."
"Took the words right out of my mouth, legs." An arm appeared around her shoulders and Brunswick grinned at the other girls. "Hey, gorgeous, beautiful."
Then he lost his breath as Galatea's elbow met his stomach in a powerful, instinctive motion backwards. As he doubled over, she seemed to realize what she had done and gasped, half-squeaking in horror. "Oh, no. Oh, nonono. I'm so sorry, Mr. Brunswick. I didn't... Oh, dear."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:05 pm
"Oh, no! Brunswick! Are you okay?" Soho asked, fluttering towards him. She stopped and glanced over her shoulder in irritation as three of the four males stopped their sparring to laugh at him.
Silva stopped first, walking over to Galatea with a wicked little grin pulling at his lips. "C'mon darlin. I think you're ready for Nick today." He said. Nick stood up straight, still grinning and squared his shoulders slightly. If he was going to go shirtless for a while he figured he might as well show off.
"C'mon, Gala! I won't even make you do the customary pre-spar kiss!" He called.
"Yeah, that's where he kisses my a** and asks that I don't hurt him too bad." Nack said quietly. Silva choked on another laugh, looking away.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:09 pm
Marne helpfully left Brunswick's side - having been opposite Soho and making sad feminine noises of elbow-pain that she didn't really mean at all because she thought Galatea elbowing him was hilarious - and waved her fist in the air. "What about me? I'm ready! Woo! I told Dee all about it and she said that I was going to give into violence! Then she said the word '********' like three times! I think she has a flu. Do I get Nack?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:19 pm
Brunswick rewarded Soho's care with a lopsided smile and squeezed her hand. "Thanks," he muttered. "Damn, that girl packs a punch. Is she always so violent?" Then, before Marne could voyage fully away in her search for Greater Excitement, he deftly leaned over to press his cheek against her shoulder in a kittenish show of gratitude and then straightened up. He rubbed his stomach and the grin returned. "It's kind of cute. If you go in for that thing."
Ignoring the little tableau behind her, Galatea padded obediently over to Silva and the other boys, almost jogging in her excitement. Her eyes still looked a bit worried at her action, though, and, when she had reached them, she murmured to Silva, "I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry."
Then she turned to Nick and took another few steps closer to him, bravely (especially for -her-) invading his personal space. Reaching up, she patted his shoulder in a sign for him to bend lower. "I don't want to break the customs of the house. It would be rude," she explained as she pressed a light kiss to his cheek, her own cheeks flaming.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:25 pm
Nick broke into a s**t eating grin, turning and brushing a kiss over her cheek, as well. "Can't have that!" He said, pulling away. "Start warming up and stretching, then we'll start."
"Darlin, if I had a problem with you hitting people I wouldn't be teaching you." Silva said, still smirking slightly until he turned. His eyes narrowed on Brunswick and Soho.
"You just surprised her." Soho said with a nod, pulling out of his grasp with a cheerful smile. "I don't think Gala is used to being touched."
"Soho, Marne, get over here. You need to start stretching as well. And sorry, darlin, but Brunswick gets Nack today." Silva said, pausing to say softly to Nack. "Teach the boy a lesson, would you?"
"Sure Boss. I'd be happy to." Nack replied as he put down his notes.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:29 pm
The redheaded feien had been giggling inappropriately at Brunswick's actions and already mentally planning on she and Soho asking him out to a movie later; however, Marne bounced over to the hope chest, leaning down to touch her toes, horn scraping one of her feet as she arched down.
"Does that mean I get you, Pop? Or Al?" She straightened up and tucked her arms behind her, stretching her lats. "You better watch out, I am totally pumped. I also watched a Tae Bo video. Or do Soho'n me get each other? Because I also watched Naked Girl Mud Wrestling until Mom changed the channel - "
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:34 pm
"There's no mud," Brunswick pointed out with a sigh of sadness as he passed the stretching feien. "And it's really bad manners to muck up someone's place so don't use that evil little mind of yours to figure out a way to get it in here, okay?" Then he turned and focused a bright smile on Nack. "Hey, there." He held out his hand, cheerful as a lab puppy. "Please don't kill me. I think Silva would get too excited if you did and, after his talk the other day, we don't want the girls to see that."
Ducking an obedient bow at Nick, cheeks still pink, Galatea flowed into a surprisingly elaborate and thorough series of stretches. There was more than a touch of military precision to them - two guesses where she learned them. Aside from that point, though, the straddle split was downright impressive.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:38 pm
"I'll admit, I'm not as strong as Silva." Nack said with a calm little smile. "Then again, I don't have to be." He said. "Start stretching. Touch your toes first, then jog in place."
"Sorry darlin. You're not starting with sparring at all." Silva said. "If that punch the other day is an indicator you need to work on your strength. So weight training first, then I might set you up with a weapon."
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:43 pm
"Laaaaaaaaaame," Marne pronounced, but cheerfully. She bobbed up and down on her feet before pulling one leg behind her to stretch it. "You'll be sorry when I show you my cool ninja moves, Pop. Do I get a gun? Do they make guns our size? Because I was thinking, Gally and Sohie and me could wear flares and call ourselves Silva's Angels."
Her stretching routine looked worryingly like an aerobics warm-up from the eighties, including hair-flinging, but at least she was enthusiastic about it. "Can I start now? I'm done!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:49 pm
Galatea glanced over from where she stood, balanced on one leg with the other bent upwards behind her, hand at her ankle, and frowned a bit. After a moment, she managed a half-shrugg while still in position and then glanced over at Nick. Marne must be focusing on cardio warm-ups rather than loosening. "Mr. Nick?" she asked. "Am I loose enough yet?"
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