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 Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 7:43 am
To be honest, Mac hadn't gotten up this early in ages. He had taken to sleeping in, knowing that the more intense workouts were later at night when he escaped campus to go rowing. For his new little project though, he would get up bright and early, a good two hours before the first classes even started. He was dressed and ready moments later, and out the door even shorter after that, knocking on the other Reaper's door.
Living next door to your cousin project had it's perks.
"RISE AND SHINE SLEEPIN' BEAUTY~" He knocked hard on the door, without any regard to the other rooms around him and the potentially sleeping dorm mates.
This was Day One.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 7:48 am
Mot tried that whole 'getting some sleep thing'. It did not work. At least, not right away. He'd ended up whittling some wood at his table with a hot coffee beside him, practicing making things like pipes and kazoos. But somewhere in the night he dozed off, eventually. For maybe an hour or two. His head hung behind the back of the chair, his arms gangling at his sides.
Mac's not so gentle wake up call startled the cowboil right out of his chair with a thud.
Wood shaving flew everywhere, his cold coffee sat with impact ripples dancing in the mug. The Grim Reaper got to his feet and answered the door with a baffled expression. "...Good morning."
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 8:06 am
"Hi." He gave the other Reaper a small once-over; yup, Mot just woke up. Dishevelled and everything! How perfect could you get? "Let's go~" Reaching out he grabbed Mot's wrist, pulling him out of his room and into the hallway. Perhaps he was enjoying this a little too much, but hey...he had to get something out of this. Certainly wouldn't be getting any praises any time soon. Mac closed Mot's door and stood between it and the Reaper, sliding his hands into his pockets before nodding to the hallway.
"Do you like running, Mot? I like running. Around campus sounds like a good start~" The reaper mused, stepping forward and into any protests, giving Mot a surprisingly light shove forward. Mac was ready to jog, but he wanted to linger behind him for a moment, in case he got any bright ideas of going back in to pretty himself up.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 8:12 am
"What? But I--" Mot didn't get a chance to protest, soon getting pulled out into the hallway. "I'm still in my pajamas! I haven't brushed my hair!" Mot got his chance to protest, but it wasn't long before Training Camp from Hell began.
Maybe he really was more pampered than he thought.
"Running?" Mot stared at the psychopomp with a tired look in his eye. Running sounded silly. This was all silly. Why did he agree to this again? Mot shook his head. No, if he wanted to be a Boogeyman, then he was long overdue for this.
With a resound sigh, he started to run. Well, more like a fast jog.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 8:24 am
Mac smiled at him in a decidedly evil way. One that just screamed that he gave no ********> about Mot's little morning regime. Mac hadn't showered yet either, but he had changed into sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt, traded in his boots for running shoes. His hat was ever-present though, but it wasn't the same one he usually wore to school. Yes, he had a training hat.
What? Getting his every day one unnecessarily sweaty was gross.
"Yes, Running. Don't talk back~" Mac scoffed, but was pleased enough when Mot did as he was told. The shorter Reaper had no problems keeping up, and looked rather sadistic at the pace that had been set. "Just so you know, you're not allowed to slow down from this pace. You've got to keep it up the whole way around campus. If you speed up for any reason, that is the new pace you move at." He didn't threaten what would happen if Mot didn't, mostly because he didn't have one at the top of his head (he was still waking up too, okay), but also in part because this was for Mot's benefit, and it was a decent test of his resolve to follow through with his promise.
"What are your goals?" The question was wide open, letting Mot interpret it as he wanted. It seemed important to Mac to at least try to understand; he would be mean, but he wanted to help. For once he wasn't going to move on his assumptions, which was a big step for him even if he wouldn't admit it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 8:32 am
Mac was going to be the worst yet best trainer. He didn't tolerate slacking, Mot could tell. There was no way Mot could weasel out. Good, yet bad. Good for him, bad for his cowardly nature.
Especially this sudden rule. "Why didn't you say that before I started!?" Mot yelped, internally cursing himself for starting such an invigorating pace. Just imagining how long he'd have to keep it up made him tired, and they weren't even out the door yet. He had to do this all around campus?
Mac was pure evil.
"Goals? Long term or short term?" Mot asked while running. Goals for personal fitness? Or did he mean it in the broader sense? Nit-picky Mot was nit-picky.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 8:46 am
"Because then you would have walked!" Mac laughed, clearly enjoying the other Reaper's distress. What he wouldn't let on was at this pace, even he would get tired before the end. Yet Mac's middle name was stubborn (along with a** and jerkbag and several other not PG-13 names), so he would see it through to the end. Plus, if things worked out, he could relax while Mot was still under training. Score.
"Ladies' choice." Mac shrugged, keeping his eyes mostly on the road in front of him, moving ahead to open doors and get them out of the building. Then he had used his own body to herd Mot, making him go left ouf of the doors to go around campus that way. "Where ever you feel like startin~"
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 8:51 am
"...Good point." Mot conceded. It was true. He'd have taken to a snails pace if that were the case. A light jog at the most, really. Still, he wondered if he'd be able to make it all the way around campus. Luckily for Mot, he had very long legs. Getting a certain distance in a short time was physically advantageous for one so tall.
Mac's choice of words made Mot's eye twitch unnaturally. "Ultimately I want to be a Boogeyman. So at the very least I need to be in moderate shape for it." There! He answered both at once. Efficiency thy name is Mot.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:28 pm
"Boogeyman, huh?" Mac repeated almost skeptically, pondering his words. Mot, a Boogeyman? Didn't they recently revive and then put shackles on Riley? Well, he supposed he had them to thank for getting the mindflayer out of his school. Not that he'd ever say that out loud. But even outside of that...they were law enforcers...
"Well, I think you'd be a damned good Boogeyman." He said, clearly grudging having to tell him the truth. "if you can bulk up. Nobody takes a pansy looking Boogey seriously." Of course, in typical Mac fashion, he was unable to leave it as it stood. "So it's good we're on the same page. Alright, what else? Tell me what kind of man you want to be~"
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 9:47 am
Mot was fully prepared for a laugh or snicker, but Mac seemed to hold back. Why, he wasn't sure. Maybe he had some small sliver of respect still dangling. Still the psychopomp did manage a jab at him soon afterward regarding Mot's slim limited physique. But he did have a point. If he didn't beef up a little, no one would take him seriously. And a Boogeyman needed to be taken seriously.
"What kind of man?" Just what kind of small talk was this? Mot continued to jog at an uncomfortable pace while he thought that over. "Bolder, I guess. A guy who who doesn't run from his problems."
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 12:21 pm
"Alright. Name some of your problems. Don't care how big or small, just gimme a few~" Mac continued to jog easily beside his long-legged cousin, only occasionally glancing at the other boil beside him. His eyes were on the horizon as they were nearing the quarter mark for their little trip.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 1:57 pm
Mac wanted him to list off his problems? Oy vey. Of all people, listing off his insecurities to his jerk-a** cousin was not one of them. Should he do it anyway? Mac was his trainer now, after all, but he wasn't a therapist. Still, this whole 'sharing' business with such personal information was making Mot's stomach twist. He was already getting tired and winded from the pace he'd set for them, and they hadn't even gotten halfway through campus yet.
So what did Mot run from? What problems did he feel he was not strong enough to confront?
"Uuh.. nothing comes to mind right away. Is this really important?" Mot complained.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 11:33 am
Mac made a noise of understanding.
"Ah, you're right, I just remembered - I don't really care." So take that, Mot. =u=~ "But I'll tell you this, facing your problems is scary s**t. It's too easy to run from 'em, but it takes a special sort of confidence to run towards them." He jogged a few paces more before he started chuckling, and felt the need to add on to his words of wisdom. "Blackmail always seems to help, too~" He was terrified of telling Lizzy what had happened, and he wouldn't have if Hel didn't practically blackmail him. But at least he was keen enough to want her to hear it from him first, not from Hel.
"Awww come on you can't be tired already!" Mac, it seemed, was doing just fine.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 8:58 am
Of course he didn't, which was why Mot didn't care to share. Mac was a high level of asshat. Mot was done running from his problems, but if only he was done running around the school.
"Yeah well I am." He grouched back, glaring at the shorter boil. How could he not be tired? Well, then again Mac was in good shape. Mot was not. "Are we done yet?"
Mot did not seem to get the exercise part of getting in shape.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 11:52 am
"Nope, we're barely even half way~" Mac chuckled, feeling the glare that was being shot at him and loving it. It was awesome, forcing Mot to do something. Even if that something was for his own benefit. "Regulate your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth." He informed the other Reaper, seemingly enjoying this a little too much. "You're starting to sound like that creepy igor, with your creeper breathing~"
A pause.
"Though I guess it's more a dying Floresce fish. You can't be creepy if you tried~"
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