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 Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 10:00 pm
"Canada? So there's more of you!" He laughed and finished off with, "I've met quite a few of Canadians here on the island. Though I'm from... uh, long story short; I was in San Francisco working at a restaurant before I came here." Rex didn't want to bore her with his long and drawn out story about living in LA, then the east coast, and moving back with Julie and how she died. He shouldn't ruin the mood like that. "I don't really have a true home that I'd care to relate myself to." Living in LA held too many bad memories and you can't exactly call boarding school your home.
He slowed down to a walk and panted heavily, this sure was a good workout.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 10:05 pm
"Cool. I applied for a job at a restaurant once. They told me I was too... blunt, or something. Anyways, I didn't really want the job. I forget why I applied." Her twitchy button-finger got the best of her, and the speed went back up again. "So there are more Canadians here than just Annie and me? I would have thought it'd be mostly Americans- bigger population, and all. But like, how many others do you mean? Anyone I'd know?" Fiona stole a glance at his handsome furry chest- hey, no sense in letting a good thing go to waste.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 10:14 pm
Rex laughed inwardly at the 'blunt' comment. It was blatantly obvious, but he didn't want to make her feel awkward so he laughed silently. He looked over at her when her machine's noise increase, only to catch her staring at his torso. He looked striaght ahead, laughing out loud abruptly now.
Pull it together..., he calmed down and continued with her questions. "Uh, heh, the first one that comes to mind is Awen. I'm sure that there's more though." Or maybe there wasn't more, Rex wasn't thinking straight. He mind was in other places.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 10:21 pm
Woops, caught in the act. Fiona wiggled her eyebrows at him in a 'I totally meant to do that' fashion. She hadn't planned on being caught, but that wouldn't throw her off. The wide smirk on her face, however, disappeared the second he uttered that name. "Awen?" She uttered in disbelief. "She's from Canada?" An angry prickle pushed past the pleasant endorphins she'd been gathering, and in desperation she set the speed higher and began to run. She would not let herself ruin this fun encounter by stressing about her. "Stupid b***h," she mumbled vindictively, for no apparent reason. Ah, teenage girls.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 10:34 pm
The eyebrow wiggle caught him off guard. He had no skills when it came to relationships. He only knew how to be himself, that was perfect for Julie and came easy to him. He didn't know how to act around women when a potential relationship began to hint into the conversation. Suddenly he got a bit nervous.
Aparently she did to, or something. He sense her tense up and she ran much faster now. Instead of questioning why, he took another swig of water and sighed, cranking the speed up once more.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 10:39 pm
It suddenly struck Fiona that was was, in fact, ridiculously tired. She hadn't noticed with the distraction of having someone to talk to- and look at- but when she began to push herself too hard a stitch formed in her side and her legs began to cry out in protest. With a wheeze she brought the speed back down and shut the machine off, flopping down on the treadmill and simply lying there nearly spread-eagle. It was a good thing, her mind mentioned absently, that she wasn't wearing a skirt. "I... I think I'm done for the... the day," she panted, her chest heaving. "I'll... hang out and chat... if you want."
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 10:58 pm
Rex saw her flop, worried that she'd fainted at first, but kept running when he saw she was okay. "Y'alright?" He had more stamina than her for practice, but the girl could certainly hold her own.
He stopped the machine after a few more strides, drank again, and panted heavily. "Oh no, I'm beat as well." He certainly wasn't as down as she was, but tired none-the-less. He wiped himself over once again with his towel and sighed. A nice shower beckoned him.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 11:01 pm
"'Kay," she muttered, and took a deep breath before hauling herself to her feet. "Grarg... this is the part I hate, where it burns after. Maybe I'll grab a bite to eat, have a shower, and take a nap or something. Maybe just skip it all and take a nap. I'm bushed." Fiona rubbed at her sore leg muscles, leaning against the treadmill. Eventually she made a face and left her support, walking towards the door. "Guess I'll see you around, then?"
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 11:07 pm
Rex helped her to the door with an arm supporting her as she walked, "Rest'll do you good." He should get a bite to eat anyways. "Do you want some help back to your duplex or have you got it alright?" He chuckled and scratched his chest, his shirt was thrown limply over his shoulder.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 11:13 pm
Despite the complaints of her over-worked muscles, Fiona was quite pleased with the results of her pushing herself too hard. Being supported by an attractive, shirtless guy? Definately an ideal situation, regardless of the cost. Did she want help? 'You could walk me to the duplex and stay there for a little while,' her thoughts purred, but the words she spoke were rather different. "I think I'm good. Just got a bit of a stitch. I'll live." She grinned.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 11:18 pm
Nodding, Rex let the girl go back to her duplex. Rex got his towel and water bottle, then wandered through the cafeteria to get a quick bite. Eventually, he got his much needed shower and a nap worthy of note. What a good day.
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