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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 3:57 pm
All throughout history, mermaids have been seen as beautiful women of the sea with naked chests and whatnot. Mermen didn't have it so easy. They had to be buff and trim.
And that was hard when there was no weight room.
Hadrian was simply on the ground beneath his "fancy tree", doing crunches and counting off in his head. Christ, his abdomen hurt.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:04 pm
Wing Ting was practicing in the field behind the circus, blowing bubbles that were supposed to make sparkles when the popped. So far, she hadn't had much success. Most of her bubbles gave a sort of feeble, dying shudder before disappearing into oblivion. This was not making sparkles. She blew another bubble, sort of jiggling her wand back and forth a bit to see if that had any effect. She watched, holding her breath, as the bubble circled above her head -
And exploded.
Wing Ting yelped.
The ball of red-gold sparklies jumped out of the air and whizzed down the field, heading towards a rather fancy looking tree in the distance.
Wing Ting hoped no one was there to be accidentally singed by it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:06 pm
Hadrian simply watched the bubble whizz by, grunting in frustration and exertion. He shook his head, and then rolled over to his stomach, beginning to do push-ups.
Ah, that Wing Ting...if she didn't kill someone one of these days, he'd be very surp--
"Wingy, dearest?!" he called off in the general direction the bubble had come from, "Could you come here for a second?!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:10 pm
"Can't now, busy chasing fireball!" Wing Ting cried, dashing down past the tree after the sparkle-ball of death and doom. "Wait a second, ple -- AAAAAH!" She tripped...and fell flat on her face, watching as the sparkle ball grew brighter for a moment, and then zip up into the sky without so much as a good-bye.
Wing Ting blinked, breathed slowly, and scooted around on the ground to face Hadrian. She frowned. "What're you doing?" She asked, immitating this...bizarre tribal dance of his. Push up on the ground? Pushy-push? Pushy-push-push?
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:13 pm
"Exercising," Hadrian said simply, continuing his push-ups, "Would you help me with something?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:15 pm
Wing Ting wobbled and collapsed on the ground, eyeing the sky warily. "I hope it doesn't crash into a plane or something. Maybe I should have brought an umbrell..."
Wait, did he ask her something?
Wing Ting perked up significantly, suddenly shooting up into a standing position (if Hadrian was pushy-up, he could look her in the eyes) with one fist punched in the air enthusiastically. "Of course Hadrian! What's it? What do I do?" She asked, nearly dancing on the spot.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:33 pm
Hadrian was growing accostumed to ignoring Wing Ting's random tirades.
"Could you sit on my back?" he asked, as if this were a completely normal thing to ask, "Or lay on it...something. I need a few extra pounds to push..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:35 pm
Wing Ting blinked. "...what?" She asked blankly. A few extra pounds? Wing Ting wasn't a few extra pounds! She was eighty-five extra pounds of Wing Ting! "Are you sure, Hadrian?" She asked, him, standing up and gingerly walking over. "I mean, I'm not...really...err." She finished lamely, waiting for him to lie a bit lower so she could hop on his back. Sure, she wasn't sure whether or not this was a good idea, but it was his back, not hers.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:39 pm
Hadrian lowered himself to the ground (or nearly), and twitched his head to the side.
"I'm sure. I've done it with bigger people than you."
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:42 pm
Wing Ting clambored onto his back and sat pretzel-style, squirming a bit to get comfortable. "If you're sure, then I can," She replied, wondering idly for a moment if she should lie down. But then she got distracted by a speck of floating dust, and forgot all about lying down.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:45 pm
She probably should have layed down.
"Hold on," Hadrian instructed, knowing well of Wing Ting's fear of heights, "Tight."
And so he began his push-ups again.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:49 pm
Wing Ting sort of flailed around once he got up in the air.
Because.
HE WAS IN THE AIR.
"Okay, holding on," She squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face in his hair, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing to make sure she didn't fall off. If she kept her eyes shut and concentrated on holding on, Wing Ting almost didn't notice that they were rising off the ground.
Almost.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 5:22 pm
Hadrian had thought ahead. He had taken a rather deep breath before beginning, and now here he was, holding his breath to avoid being strangled. On a pass down he gave Wing Ting a comforting pat on the arm.
He wouldn't drop her, after all. Not for the twenty minutes or so he could keep this up.
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