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 Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 12:56 pm
"Jungle has some great obstacles and frisky critters, makes everything a bit more exciting." She commented in approval, walking through the door and giving him a pleased smile. The smell had her wrinkling her nose. America didn't mind a bit of sweat on a man, but the crusty old collective sweat of men was freaking dire. "There was fog when I did the whole trials to be a hunter thing, but when I woke up, it was all gone." She shrugged, suddenly distracted as Bix opened the door to the smelliest Hardbody Heaven she'd even seen and also by a particularly fine butt that was flexing in particularly tight shorts. "Dang, I shoulda visited this place sooner," America shamelessly tilted her head for a better view. "Though I do agree, the beach would definitely make this view even better."
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:55 pm
"It can get a bit ripe sometimes..." Bix acknowledged with a slight wrinkling of the nose, "but it's good people." Good people got hand waves of greeting if they were looking up from their tasks. Bix seemed immune to the physicality of most of those present. With a strong female hunter base, there were quite a few women working out or running on treadmills. All had killer bodies. All had just the right jiggling bits. Bix still seemed immune. Upon becoming a taken man, he'd developed instinctive blinders. All women were pretty but none were as impressive as his. He could flirt or throw innuendo around but it was shallow and only for the sake of humor, humor that usually put himself on the line as an expense. Self deprecation was his mastery. He pointed to some chin up bars off in one corner and gave America a low whistle to tear her eyes from the rhythmic tightening of the gluteus maximus in front of her. "Let's go trainee." He challenged.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 11:42 pm
Free as a bird, soaring on the wings of independence, America looked her fill completely and wholly without shame. The whistle did, finally, bring her attention back to the matter at hand. Shooting Bix a little wink and fingergun, she stretched and shook out her arms one last time before stretching up to grasp the bar. "Right-o, sempai!"Rather than rushing, the girl slowly pulled herself up with controlled strength and just as slowly lowered herself almost, but not quite, all the way down. Prior to coming to Deus, America has kept in good physical shape for her eventual enlistment and simply because she liked being better. Since bonding with Stryker, she'd exceeded that by a fair margin. But.She was still a trainee. And she was not a freaking bowman.But that didn't mean she wasn't going to make a good effort.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 5:57 am
Bix grinned at being called sempai but waited a moment and then corrected her form. He actually lightly lay a hand on the small of her back and with a few soft words and nudges, adjusted the way her hands were placed and the hang of her body. "Don't wanna win on account of poor form." He teased. The taller man then took up his own hanging position from the next bar. "Ready?" "Hold up- hold up- I got you.." A glistening woman with a rocking 6-pack and a sports bra came up between them. "I'll count." In his head Bix always called her 'abs chick' cause hers were the most impressive of the ladies here and he'd never actually caught her name or division. She lived in here for all he knew. "Ready?" She pinned them each with a very motivating stare. "ONE -- TWO -- THREE !" As she counted out, Bix pulled up. The called number were spaced apart with a good pace but it was distracting for him to glance over at America, so he just stared slightly upwards and breathed as he kept pace.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 3:11 am
America carefully followed the instruction, letting the older hunter help guide her movements. Keeping them in mind when Mount She-ra approached to count, the girl readied herself to go at it for realsies. Like Bix, she chose to stare upward, which was always the more motivating goal. For awhile she lost herself in the motions of her body, the way it all worked together for the single purpose of obeying her demands. But eventually the burn of exertion gave way to shaking, and the trainee could feel the effort begin to overwhelm control. Carefully, she slowly lowered herself and let got, shaking her arms out with a laugh while Stryker gave her all sorts of I told you so's. "Guess I'll have to give you this one, Ghost Hunk," she was still grinning, but the accompanying expression chagrined as all hell.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 6:13 am
It was easy to tune things out and get into a workout zone. Bix's mind rambled as much as his mouth and when he was stuck in the rhythm of an exercise routine he could let his brain go wild and wander. By the time he heard an 'Oooohhh...' coming from the few people watching, Bix turned his head to see America conceding. The pale man did one or two more pullups before he released his grip and dropped to the floor. "I prefer Snowflake.." But he was visibly blushing at being considered a hunk in any degree. "So.. when do we start?" His brows lifted, a pause left to hang in the air, and then a grin spread over his face. "Your training." Bix slapped one of his biceps.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 3:11 am
She slapped his bicep too, and gave a wink as she drawled exaggeratedly, "Ain't like no snowflake I've ever seen." After giving the question some thought, and a brief conversation with her weapon, America finally nodded. She was still smiling, but her tone was entirely serious, "Tomorrow, first thing. Tell me when and where, cause I've been getting my cute a** kicked around in every single spar the past few months, and that's a trend that needs some changing." America paused and then added, "If you please, sempai."
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 8:26 am
"Awesome. Let's just meet here at 9am. Unless you'd like to join me for my very boring non jungle warm up run." Bix smirked. He stretched his arms a bit. "And you are welcome to join me today for the rest of my workout if you want. I don't do a ton because I like to come to the gym everyday and it's not good for you to overwork your muscles daily." Very informative of course. "Hold on wait.." And he pulled out his phone, flexed (made America flex too) and took a selfie. "Sun.. Division.. mega.. morale.. explosion.. go." He typed and sent it to Allan.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 7:28 pm
America made sure to duckface for the selfies.
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