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Questionable Autobiographer
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 Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 11:14 am
Weightlifting. Stretching. Push up. Sit ups.
If someone were to ask Jaska what he does for fun, he might answer with any of the above or related to the above. His body wasn't perfect, nor was he trying to sculpt it into perfection, but there was something about improving himself that he liked.
The rush of adrenaline when exercising was something Jaska genuinely enjoyed, and in this last circus, he was more than glad to showcase his talents. But for now? He trains.
Putting down the dumbbell on a small bench that he had, Jaska took a moment to breathe, smiling faintly at his progress. He set up a small gym on the general circus shelf and was glad to see that every once in a while a couple of pockettu would join him. It was here he that he called home.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 6:18 am
Gypsy Roma was a dancer by trade. She knew how to allure men and how to cause envy among woman. Now that the circus was over she was left without a show to perform and nothing to burn off the calories from all the sweets she ate when walking down the Midway. She tried to avoid that place but always found herself lured back to the shiny lights, melodies, and the smell of delicious food. She also found herself running from that place within a matter of minutes with her latest stolen goods too. Okay, so she got some of her exercise in, but it wasn't enough.
After asking around she found where Jaska, a man she had crossed paths with before, hanged out. She figured since he was their weight lifter, there would be no harm in asking him to train her. Or so she hoped. As she approached she saw him resting. "Excuse me, Jaska?" She called out.
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Questionable Autobiographer
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 8:10 am
Finding peace in lifting the impossibly large dumbbells in his hands, Jaska first took a moment to cool down before answering the woman. It was odd to see her here, he thought, but her visit wasn't entirely unwelcome. Stepping away from his work bench, he walked over to her and wiped a bit of the sweat off of brow.
"Ah, yes, Gypsy?" he answered her and smiled very faintly. Jaska tried to show no signs of admitting it, but he was very taken with this sultry dancer. He mentally reminded himself to look directly at her face.
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