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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 7:29 pm
Team: Omegas
Location: Kerri's House
Thinking: Table Time || Morning Exercises   Dinner, which had its awkward moments, seemed to be going better than she had anticipated. No one was lunging over the table at anyone else, and aside from some snide comments here and there by her older brothers (which she fully expected) everyone was being cordial. Of course, the mention of the "stress test" brought about some unwanted comments from her oldest brother, the redhead's cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink at the insinuation. Roland offered her brother a smile and glare simultaneously, while her father did everything possible to keep the conversation from going to a very unwanted place. It seemed that her father approved of their constantly challenging one another, green eyes glancing over to the man next to her and offering a twitch of a smile.
He was doing well.
When dinner had finished, it having been decided that they were going to take the rest of the day to relax and get settled in, Kerrigan lead him from the table and gave him a brief tour of where she grew up. They paused long enough for her to check in with him that he was doing ok around her family, considering she had never thought about the fact that it would be hard for him to be around a "real" family. He assured her that he was glad where his past had lead him, being here with her, which caused her to smile with as he drew her close. Their shared moment, however, had to come to an end, the redhead leading him upstairs to show him the room he would be inhabiting. Randall called for them to keep their hands to themselves, Kerrigan rolling her eyes slightly. He would never change...
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Kerrigan woke early, as she always did, having slept well. There was something about being back home, in her own room. Her father had made the appropriate arrangements to allow Roland to participate in the morning PT session, per their guest's request. Whether it was confidence or stupidity, her family wasn't quite sure, but they had to admire him for trying.
She showered and got dressed for a run, moving to Roland's room to rouse him and make sure he was ready for the session. Leaving him to get ready, she went downstairs, where her mother was putting out a breakfast spread for everyone. They had to be careful not to overdo it, which was always a challenge when her mother's cooking was involved, but it wasn't wise to work out on an completely empty stomach. High protein was the key. Xander jokingly asked if her boyfriend was up for the challenge, to which the redhead was quick to advise him not to underestimate anyone present.
When everyone was done eating, the group made their way outside, where her father moved to the front of the pack to lead them in their stretches. She started doing some bend and reaches, asking Roland whether he had slept ok the night before. A smile spread across her features as he responded in the affirmative, expressing his enthusiasm at working out with some "devil dogs." Randall was quick to correct his terminology, the group moving on through their conditioning exercises in work up to the morning's actual activities.
"I'm glad you had a good sleep," she responded to him softly, really glad that he seemed to be comfortable around her home and her family. "Yea, we all are. You're gonna need it, man," Xander joked, flashing him a devilish grin.
When they were finished stretching, the group took off at a brisk run, each of them falling into formation as they had done so many times over the years. She didn't worry about Roland finding his place in their line - he was smart enough to figure it out. They were only a few minutes in, keeping a steady pace, when Randall glanced back at the pair, offering them his signature grin.
"Come on, lovebirds. Don't fall behind." The redhead shook her head at him slightly - they were doing fine. Clearly, he was just trying to get a rise out of them, which he wasn't going to do with her. She was practically immune to it by now, given the years she'd dealt with him stirring the pot.
"Randall, focus," her father demanded turning the group down another street, heading towards a wooded path. He loved his children, and their naturally competitive spirit, but they were in the presence of company. And not just any company, but the first boy that Kerrigan had ever deemed important enough to bring home to introduce to her family. He knew that he'd raised a strong girl (she had to be to put up with her brothers over the years) but he wanted to show her that they were taking her decision seriously. If that meant he had to run Randall until he threw up, that's what he would do.
"Sorry, Sir. I just wanted to make sure that my little sister hadn't gotten soft since the last time she was home." "I already told you, don't worry about me. I've kept up with my training." And then some, really - Roland hadn't been kidding when he talked about them training together. She could never really be with someone if they didn't challenge her, both mentally and physically.
"Seriously, Sis, we're dying to see what that special school of yours has taught you with all their training," he jabbed back, Xander glancing behind him at his younger brother, "Dude, just let it go." "I'm going to tack on another ten miles if you all don't start taking this more seriously," her father called from the front, never turning his gaze to see what was going on behind him, but the tone of his voice changing to one of authority.
"Sorry, Sir." She couldn't really hide the agitation in her voice, green eyes boring into the back of her brother's head as they continued to run. Clearly, someone had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and was determined to make this into a "thing." And just when she thought this week was going to go off without a hitch..."That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me. This one's a fighter."
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 11:40 am
Roland Chevalier
Thoughts: Morning jog, beginning of an interesting day The morning was pleasant, breakfast was flavorful, and plenty. He only ate a bit, focusing on the eggs, and a little bit of carbs. He was smart to avoid anything with high salt, so the bacon was out of the question. Though dammit all if it didn’t smell heavenly. Then again, quite literally it’s the one meat in the world that stimulates a reaction in the brain similar to that of cocaine. It was a drug in the form of meat. And although he would love nothing more than to dive right into it, he wanted to avoid that for the time being. Gotta make a good impression on this run. He wore a sweatshirt and a pair of track pants for the morning run, he was still overly conscious about all the scars. He wasn’t too keen on revealing the more graphic details of his past. He was still nervous about sharing that, in all its glory, with Kerrigan. Making their way outside, he took a deep breath in, taking in the crisp morning air. Kerrigan mentioned she was glad he slept well, he simply replied with a simple smile. Frankly, he’d slept probably had the best sleep in his life. Of course Xander’s taunting regarding sleep lead to him chuckling to himself, “I’ve done worse on less sleep Xander.” Kerri had a pretty good idea of some of the things he’d done in his lifetime, so she would likely roll her eyes at that remark. Taking sometime to stretch further, limbered up as could be, the group went off on a run. He found his place in formation, keeping pace just as well as any of them; his burly stature standing out quite differently from the rest of the runners. Frankly he didn’t look much like a distance runner, but this was the kind of thing he did regularly. After all, he needed to charge into the fray at a moment’s notice. Randall seemed to quite enjoy taking verbal jabs at the two of them, to which he kept his mouth shut. Mr. Schwarz seemed to be the type to take charge, given the way he immediately barked out for the siblings to focus. “I’ll be happy to show you just what exactly I’ve learned.” he called out, a bit of a growl in his voice. If Randall looked back at him he’d see the Southern beast smiling, a rather monstrous grin, just hoping to see the reaction. Randall’s taunts were an attempt to get a rise out of the two of them, but he wasn’t having any of that. He immediately refocused on the task at hand when Mr. Schwarz threatened to tack on another 10 miles to the run. “Yes sir.” he replied to Mr. Schwarz, knowing full well that he of all people needed to be on his best behavior. He bit his tongue and refused to further tease or prompt Kerrigan’s brother. He was not willing to ruin this, especially for Kerrigan’s sake.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 7:29 pm
Team: Omegas
Location: Kerri's House
Thinking: Morning Exercises
Making some small talk with Roland, making sure that he had slept ok in the new environment, she smiled when he said that he had, her brother joking that he was going to need it. Of course, her teammate and boyfriend had a response, the redhead simply shaking her head in silence as she turned her attentions forward once more, continuing her stretches. She knew about his history, as tragic as it was, so she picked up more on what he meant by his few simple words than the rest of her family would.
Once they were all limbered up, her father started them on a brisk jog, each of his children, and their guest, falling into formation behind him. It was a little comical, to see the similar-sized Schwartz clan jogging along, with what could only be described as a behemoth in comparison lumbering on with them. She had every confidence that he would be able to keep up - true, he didn't look like he was built for endurance, but she knew better. His performance would speak for itself.
It didn't take long for Randall to start running his mouth, "encouraging" them not to fall behind, despite the fact that it wasn't really an issue. The redhead kept her gaze centered ahead with a soft shake, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him. He was always trying to pick a fight (a trait that she wasn't sure where he had inherited it from, or why he decided to single her out more than the rest of her family since she had the best track record against him). Immediately, her father called out from the front that they needed to stay focused, Randall responding that he was just making sure that she hadn't "gotten soft" since her last visit.
Damn it, he was starting to get to her. Her hands balled into fists for a moment as she told him not to worry about her, since she and her boyfriend worked hard to make sure that they stayed in shape. Her brother, never one to be outdone, retorted that he wanted to see what kind of training she had been up to, starting to cross a line when her eldest brother looked back over his shoulder and warned the middle Schwartz to let it go. Roland chimed in at that point, promising her brother that he would be happy to show him what he had learned during his training with a devilish grin.
Randall glanced back at the boy and grinned at his the expression, though her father's voice called out again before he could say anything back, threatening to extend their run if they didn't start taking it more seriously. They all responded that they understood, though Kerrigan had a hard time keeping the irritation in her voice at bay. She should have known that he would acted this way - she loved him, of course, but he was always the one trying to get under her skin (and often succeeding).
Her feet continued to pound the pavement as they made their way through the base, diverting from the pavement onto a dirt path that wound its way through the woods. She tried to banish her anger from her mind and focus on having a good day with her family and her boyfriend, but there was something in Randall's words that had dug its way into the back of her brain. He was always giving her s**t about the fact that she was a mutant, implying that the only reason she was a good fighter was solely because of her abilities and not because of the endless training and work she put in to stay in the form she was in. She wasn't sure if it was jealousy or something else, but she wished he would bring it up in private so they could settle it, as opposed to picking a fight and trying to provoke her in front of her boyfriend. Roland was understanding, she knew, but she wanted him to see the good side of her family. Not this side.
Winding their way through the woods, it was amazing that the calm that normally came with running wasn't setting in, each mile fueling the fire in the pit of her stomach as Randall continued to trek along ahead of her. She glanced back over her shoulder at Roland, pretending to check that he was doing alright, but really sending him an apologetic gaze. Exactly what for, she couldn't even say, but she felt she owed it to him.
"Since you've all taken such an interest in making this a contest," her father had broken the sounds of their paced breathing as they started making their way up a particularly large hill, causing the redhead to perk up, "We're going to take this straight to the obstacle course and test those times of yours. Failure to meet my expectations will result in additional training exercises 'til I'm happy." It was a little disconcerting how happy his voice sounded, the redhead suppressing the urge to groan. She loved a good obstacle course, but her father's special touch could turn it into a genuine torture device if he was in a bad mood.
"Randall, since you're in a mood to challenge your sister and her guest, you can be the first to run the gauntlet." A genuine smile spread across her face, despite herself, the look on her brother's face placating her for the time being. She'd always had better scores than he did on the obstacle course, and she had a feeling that Roland wouldn't have too much trouble with it either. If anything, maybe it would shut Randall up for awhile.
"You got it, Sir. I'll make sure to set the bar high for little Sis," he responded with a grin in her direction, the redhead holding back a chuckle. "Maybe you should focus more on how you're going to do than on how Kerri's going to perform. If I recall, she almost lapped you last time," Xander retorted with an amused tone, giving her a quick glance to confirm that he had her back. He knew first hand how annoying the middle Schwartz could be, and when he wasn't partaking in her systematic torture, he was always the first to come to her side. Maybe it came with being the oldest.
After their ten miles were over, a thin layer of sweat glistened across her exposed skin, their little train came to a halt in front of the Confidence Course. Kerrigan moved to wipe some of the sweat from her brow, making her way over to Roland and laying a hand gently on his shoulder.
"How ya doing, handsome?" "Oh, come on, Kerri, look at the boy. He's a straight juggernaut. Sure, I was a little impressed that he has that kind of endurance, but we'll see how he does on the course," Randall immediately shot back, Xander coming up behind him and clapping him hard on the back. The younger Schwartz brother winced slightly, swatting at his brother's hand as he stripped his shirt off, tossing it to the side.
"Dude, you better lighten it up or pop's gonna blow a fuse," Xander muttered under his breath, his tone almost imploring his younger brother to stop being such a d**k before they all were forced to run 'til they puked. It wouldn't be the first time. Besides, if their mother found out about this, she'd make them all pay. If there was one thing she refused to tolerate, it was her children not getting along.
"Randall," their patriarch called from across the starting line, the tone in his voice promise of retribution if he was ignored. "Front and center, son! Time to put your money where that blabbering mouth of yours is." The tone was stern, but not antagonistic. If his son' performance was deserving of his ego, then he'd let it go. But each of his children knew, and he was sure Roland would learn in time as well - you had to work to earn the right to brag in the Schwartz household.
"Go!" Randall took off towards the first obstacle, while Kerrigan turned her attentions to Roland as Xander made his way over to his father, the pair watching the youngest Schwartz boy start shimmying up the first set of ropes. Her hand made its way down to his, intertwining their fingers as she gave him a smile. "Thanks for not...egging him on. I don't know why he gets this way, but he's just trying to pick a fight. You're doing great.""That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me. This one's a fighter."
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 1:19 pm
Roland Chevalier
Location: Army Obstacle Course
Thoughts: Time to make a good impression The brute lumbered along with the rest of the Schwartz family along their ten-mile run. He was good at this kind of thing, appearances aside. His massive frame in comparison to the rest of them was almost comical in appearance. They were all pretty tall, but he had a good 30-40 pounds on each of them, he new for a fact that had nearly 100 on Kerrigan. The only one that came close to him in frame was the family patriarch, but even then he was sure Roland was packing more weight. He was smart to wear long sleeves, did not want to freak tem out, or worse have them asking questions about what the hell she was doing with a guy who clearly had been in way too many fights. He bit his tong during Randall’s “pep talks”. He seemed to like teasing his younger sister quite a bit, which irked the man but he again kept his mouth shut on the matter. Let the siblings deal with it how they did, no need for him to step in on her behalf. Still the brute pressed forward, his feet pounding on the pavement with force, the balls of his feet crashing down hard as he kept on. She turned to give him an apologetic look, to which he responded in kind. Turning to Kerrigan hoping that the look on his face conveyed the message he wanted to send: He’s not bothering me, don’t let him bother you. He’d heard just a bit about how her brothers gave her a hard time, but he was seeing it for the first time he was curious as to what the reasoning behind it was. Especially with Randall. Mr. Schwartz decided to take the group to an obstacle course where they could get the nonsense out of the way. He kept his mouth shut as they finally reached the course, Kerrigan approaching him and asking how he was doing. He nodded to her and simply responded “Fine beautiful.” cracking his neck, “Looking forward to this obstacle course now.” with a smirk across his features. He didn’t say anything in regards to what Randall had to say, letting Xander bring up the family dynamic at hand. The patriarch called the hothead of the family to the starting area for the obstacle course, being reminded that his sister has at least at one point done far better when he had another cocky remark by his brother, his father also noting his son’s attitude. She thanked him for not egging him on, to which he nodded, “I’m here for you, the last thing I want to do is put one of your family in the hospital. Pretty sure that would be the worst first impression a boyfriend can have.” his voice light and joking. He had no intention of letting his temper get the best of him. He was in a place where he wanted, no he needed some normalcy. And normalcy for him, was being calm, and collected. He felt her fingers intertwine with his, and he laid a gentle kiss on her shoulder, his golden eyes glistening brightly in the morning sun. “Sir, if you don’t mind me asking.” he started, approaching Mr. Schwartz, “What’s the average time for the obstacle course to be run?” he was curious; after all he wanted to do good. And if he beat the average he’d be thrilled. If nothing else it might get Randall to shut his trap for a good few minutes.
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