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 Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 5:55 pm
Words. So many words. So many names, dates, places. Candace was tired of reading today, she wanted to something active. Something fun and exciting.
And that was why she had changed into her work out clothes and headed out to the gym, humming a cheerful little tune to herself. She'd start with just some simple exercise if no one came immediately, hell she might even just go for a swim, but Candace's goal was to find someone to do it with.
At this point she'd literally take on anyone. Even Rep.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 6:26 pm
Otto didn't frequent the gym very often. He preferred practical ways of working out, like running around or climbing, or sparring. But he did every so often give it a try. It was a more comfortable place to do some of the things sparring didn't allow. It was a little more laid back, when it wasn't crowded. He certainly didn't like being in the presence of other people most days. Call him shy, call him anti social. Both worked.
The short blonde was there, though. Sweat pants and sleeveless shirt, ready to spend a good hour working up a sweat. For starters, he did the basics. Which turned out to be boring and uncool.
He settled with one handed hand stand pushups.
Much more awesome. Besides, he needed upper body strength to wield Tenya better.
You know, cause yer so damn heavy.
<:T>>
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 6:47 pm
Seeing Otto doing one-handed handstand push ups was not something Candace ever expected to see. Usually on the battle field she was the only one who really spent much time on their hands instead of solely on their feet; it was just easier for her, but she never spent more than a few seconds at a time on her hands.
Why can't you do that?
I can! I just...don't need to...
I bet you couldn't do ONE.
"I hate you." Candace muttered, approaching Otto and tilting her head to one side. "I don't usually see anyone but me on their hands. Whatcha doin', darlin'?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 2:18 am
Otto wobbled, concentration broken when he heard Candace's voice. Catching his balance, he tilted his body to the side and landed back onto his feet. Staring up at the taller girl, he faintly managed a brief smirk. "Exercisin'." He answered. He ruffled his hair, which had flopped in front of his eyes after having been upside down so long.
"Figured it'd be easier to throw Tenya 'round if I worked on my arms some more." His eyes averted to the side, his voice in a mumble. Not that it was unusual for him. Otto didn't tend to raise his voice unless he was riled up.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 1:56 pm
Exercising. Of course, she could tell that much. His reasoning for it made sense though. Candace made a soft noise of understanding. "I see. Not a bad idea. I spend a lot of time on my hands too just..I don't normally stay like that for more than a few seconds at a time." Color her impressed.
I bet you just can't do it. Candace scowled.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 2:20 pm
"Really?" Otto inquired, raising a brow. "How long can ya hold it?"
"Lemme see."
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 2:26 pm
Candace pokerfaced.
"What." She just told him she never did it for very long.
Why was he demanding this of her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 2:27 pm
"Well I mean if ya can't then its okay. I get it. Its preeeetty hard to do. Ya gotta be like.. in supreme shape."
"Don't worry about it."
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 2:44 pm
Suddenly Atropos cackled in Candace's head. Loudly. She was so amused by what Otto was blatantly doing that her rings flared with a flash of bright purple light. Candace's brow twitched. She knew what he was doing.
She was not falling for it.
He doubts you.
I know what he's doing. Candace rolled her eyes. Atropos simply laughed harder.
She had her weapon laughing at her and a brat challenging her.
Well, this sucked.
"I'm probably in better shape than you, brat." There was a slight edge to Candace's voice brought on by the mocking from her weapon and Otto's attitude combined.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 2:46 pm
Otto smirked.
"Oh yeah?"
His eyes lidded as he looked the woman over accusingly. "Well. prove it. We'll both do them. Whoever pussies out first is the least in shape."
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 4:42 pm
Candace pouted. "Fine." She took off her coat and tossed it aside, moving to stand beside Otto. "You're a little s**t sometimes, you know that? Let's do this." She'd only get down when he did, not wanting either one of them to have the advantage of time over the other.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:04 pm
Otto had won. Whether or not he proved himself now wasn't important. He'd bullied Candace into some competition. He'd won. "Yeah, I know." He said with an elevated amount of smug tone. He rolled his shoulders and got ready.
"One.. two.. three." Otto hopped and flipped until he was standing on only his hands, and then only one hand.
And then the one handed hand stand push ups competition had begun.
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Eight rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:49 pm
She waited for his count before she did the same as Otto. Candace had to stop her body's instinctive desire to continue all the way over, or to turn on her hand. Stupid muscle memory. It had been a long, long time since she'd had to do a handstand for any extended period of time..doing it one-handed? Even longer. She carefully lifted one hand away, concentrating very hard on herself and completely ignoring Otto.
He never said they had to be push-ups. Son of a b***h. She bent her arm and then straightened it out, sighing with relief and doing another one. This wasn't so bad. See? She was totally fit. ******** you, Otto.
((Fail trigger: 4
JUST SO WE DON'T FORGET))
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Bittiface rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:54 pm
No one said it wouldn't be, Candace.
Otto had done these things since he was a kid. As far as he knew, he had this in the bag.
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Eight rolled 2 20-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:55 pm
This wasn't so bad. Candace totally had this. She could keep this up for god knows how long, because this is how her weapon worked. Sometimes she had to get down on her hands.
And sometimes her hands didn't want to support her for more than a few seconds. In the process of straightening out her arm again her wrist decided it wanted to bend. Thanks, wrist. Thanks. You traitorous b*****d. With a wince, Candace crumpled neatly to the floor and laid on her back. She rubbed her wrist, hissing a bit and closing her eyes. That totally didn't count. This did not mean he was in better shape, her wrist ******** it all up.
"That's not a victory for you." This wasn't over.
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