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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 1, 2007 21:18:32 GMT -5
Sliding through the ally, Pal banged her hand on a steel door three times, the sound echoing in the small space. A hurried shuffling could be heard as a lock tumbled, the door opening up slightly. Part of a pale face could be seen through the crack, the eyes scanning the woman in front of him.
"What's the password?" The boy asked, his voice a sallow unwashed tone.
"I'll ki' 'our ass if you don' let me in Dillion." Pal remarked, pulling the door open and with it a thin brown haired boy. The young boy, Dillion, made a pitiful noise as he hit the concrete, causing Pal to smile. Stiding through the door, she ignored the curses being thrown at her from the boy on the pavement behind her.
The air inside was dusty, full of sweat and the copper scent of blood. Ignoring the looks she was getting, she pushed her way through the gym, pulling off the long cloak she wore, and throwing it at the closest of the crowd.
"Quit your lookn', it jus' a scra't" she ordered, turning away from them and going further into the area.
Pal looked like a porcelien doll. That's all there was to it. Her blonde curls surrounded her face. She was small, feminine in that way that made most men turn and look at her even at a young age. Her skin was almost white, a perfect blush covering her cheecks. That was, when you could see her skin.
At the moment, half of her face was covered in blood, going down her neck and soaking her shirt. Bruises were rapidly begining to appear on her arms, her golden curls clotted with blood.
Still ignoring their stares, she found an open punching bag, and started hitting it as hard as she could. Droplets of blood still dripped off her chin, now splattering agianst the wall or dropping to the floor.
Yet she was oblivious.
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Post by Koops on Sept 1, 2007 22:04:16 GMT -5
Cyrus walked to the gym after a hard days work at his office and around the city. Being a freaking assasin is to much work god dammit. He thought to himself without making a single movement in his blank face.
He was sweating a lot but didn't seem to mind at all as he walked to the door and and knocked on it. The fox had never been there before so he didn't know if it was what he was supposed to do or not.
Come on. I'm in one of my freaking moods! I need to work out, lift waits, run on the tredmill, something! Cyrus thought as his hand twitched in antisepation.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 1, 2007 22:13:32 GMT -5
"DILLION! GET THE FUCKIN' DOOR!" Pal yelled, her fists colliding harder with the bag. No insult was thrown back at her, which automatically made her stop punching, hand held out to hold the bag back. It collided with her, as expected, causing her to be pushed forward slightly.
A knock came agian at the door. "Anyone going to get that?" She asked several of the lounging employees. They all shook their heads. "Fin'. I'll ge' the damn ass door." Stomping away from her place, she quickly opened the door. "Welcome to hell." She said sweetly, then turned on her heel ignoring the person that stood there. Pursing her lips, she scanned the room for the boy, already planning him a swift kick to the ass. "DILLION!" Pal yelled agian, heading off to the far side of the gym.
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Post by Koops on Sept 1, 2007 22:19:41 GMT -5
He heard all of the yelling and sighed to himself, he had knocked on the door onceagain and finally a woma got it. Cyrus blinkled down at her as she said her sarcastic greeting and then turned on her heel and alked away from him. The assinator shrugged and walked into the gym, he took off his coat and sword and went to go and do some lifts.
The fox laid on the bench after putting a few more weights on each side, he grabbed the bar and began to press. I, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11...ect. Cyrus counteed as he kept pressing, he stared balnkly up at the ceiling and listened to the sounds of other people in the gym. The woman was bleeding rather profusely but he didn't really care at all about it, he just thought she was being rather idiotic in not bandaging herself.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 1, 2007 22:31:49 GMT -5
After searching the entire gym, Pal's anger had subsided, turning quickly into distaste. The boy had disapeared, probally skimping out on his day of work. The bleeding from gash on her head was slowing, but a pounding headache was starting. Walking back through the gym, she threw a look at the guy who had come in earlier, noticing how no one was benching near him. Walking up to him, she looked at him critically. "Don't you need a spotter?" She asked, frowning. Her hand was pushed to her head unconciously, stopping the blood flow even further.
Ignoring the looks she was getting from the other men, she walked closer, studying the man before her.
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Post by Koops on Sept 1, 2007 22:36:42 GMT -5
"I only need a spotter is i'm bench pressing more then 300. Which i'm not yet so i'm alright, maybe in awhile." Cyrus replied, knowing that it was the woman from before he still kept counting and breathed in and out slowly. Relax and put all my strengh into my biceps and wrists. He thought to himself and did so.
He stopped after a few more and then sat up, looking at the woman and cocking his head to the side curiously. "You should bandage that up, you might pass out from blood loss if you work out and don't take care of that." Cyrus stated, he stood up and studied her before going past her to a excersise machine.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 1, 2007 22:45:03 GMT -5
Pal frowned slightly, bringing her hand down and looking at it. She was suprised to find her own blood. The gash had been forgotten, her energy redirected to other things. A frown still on her face, she turned away from the man, making her way toward the locker room. It was a shared locker room, for the gym was used primarly by men. She was allowed a locker because she was here so often that it was required. Banging on it, it creaked open, and she dug through a bag in it for clean clothes. Pulling out a pair of tight shorts and rust colored wife beater, she made her way toward the sinks.
Her eyes went to the mirror, accessing how bad the cut was. It was a pretty good sized cut, at least three inches down the side of her face. But the fight had been good, the man two or three sizes bigger than her. He had gone down easy, but come back up with a knife. She hated losers that did that. Distracting her mind from the thought, she pulled paper towels out, wetting them in the dingy sink, and starting to wash her face. Pal looked at her hair, cringing at the thought of how long it would take to get the red stain out of it.
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Post by Koops on Sept 1, 2007 22:51:03 GMT -5
Cyrus watched her leave and worked outat a machine for awhile, he smirked at how easy it was. But he guess it was because he had his own personalizied set at home from one of his employers. I really love that one, too bad I still haven't moved it from the office yet. He thought to himself discouragedly and then forgot about it.
He went over to the punching bags after, hi hands were bandaged up already from underneath his black gloves. Cyrus gave some hard punchs to the bag, he did a three jab combo type deal and then started to do some boxing practices. "Hn..." The amn muttered as he felt his fingers start to burn after not to long, he kept going though.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 1, 2007 22:58:00 GMT -5
Pulling on the red top and shorts, she looked at her face in the mirror once more. Her curls were now dark from the water she had used to get the blood out. Her face was tinted red, from the washing it had gotten. Steri strips held her cut together as she exited the locker room.
The man now occupied the punching bags, which caused her to frown. She was getting bad vibes from him, the type that reminded her of a ticking bomb. Why she didn't know because he had been everything but mean to her. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she started over to the punching bags, wrapping tape around her knuckles as she went.
Taking up the space she had recently been at, she started her workout agian, jabbing and moving her way around the bag stratigically. All of her body went into it, muscles rippling under her skin. Her blue eyes were out of focus, her mind concentrating only on how the bag was swinging, and where she was going to through her next punch.
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Post by Koops on Sept 1, 2007 23:04:49 GMT -5
He saw the woman once again and watched her move to a punching bag he watched her move and then went to doing his. Cyrus took in a breath as he gave a knock out punch the bag and then stepped back he looked at his knuckles after taking off the gloaves. Punch until knuckles bleed... check... Go and run on the treads... nope.
The demon went over to those next, getting on one and then setting it to a level where he could jog. Cyrus put in head phones as he did so and let his eyes closed, he didn't ho,ld onto the bars and just paced himself. I'll get some water after this and then press sme more, i'll go up t0 around 350 today I think... And I don't think i'll need a spotter for that.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 2, 2007 18:53:41 GMT -5
Pal didn't notice when the man left the punching bags, she was so focused on her movements. Her breath was slowly becoming harder to take, her muscles cramping up with the lasting movement. The ache in her head was increasing, and she finally slowed, stretching her muscles slowly out.
Her heart slowed down as she did, and she finally stopped when it was back at a reasonable rate. Going over to a bench nearby, she sat down, putting her elbows on her knes and cradling her head in her hands.
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Post by Koops on Sept 2, 2007 20:55:01 GMT -5
Cyrus looked up when he heard someone sit down, it was the woman and she seemed to be in pain. He looked at where her hands were and then looked away. The demon sighed quietly, lightly panting when his non-stop running reached about 25 minutes.
Stopping he got off of the tread-mill and rolled his shoulders slowly.Cyrus walked over to where she was and cocked his head to the side a bit. "Maybe you should stop if your in pain that terrible. I mean you did lose a lot of blood."
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 2, 2007 21:02:29 GMT -5
"Mmmm..." Pal murmered. She didn't move from her current position, the slight shaking of her hands already caused her to feel slightly nausated. "I'm fine." She finally said, bringing her head up. Her vision was lsightly blurred, and she tried to stand up. The moment she got her legs under her, shd fell into him, her hands trying to grip. Groaning, she tried to push away from him and failed.
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Post by Koops on Sept 2, 2007 21:05:03 GMT -5
The demon gently held her up and helped her straighten out, he looked around. There was an unopened bottle of water nearby so he grabbed it andopened it up. "Here. Have some." Cyrus stated, putting itto her lips and tilting her head back slightly, he rubbed her neck. He had heard it was good to relax a person with a headache or migrain.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 2, 2007 21:42:41 GMT -5
Pal drank the water greedily, swallowing fast. Her body replied instantly, stomach trying to push it back up. Immediatly, she closed her mouth, and the water spilled all over the front of her shirt. Her hands went to her mouth, and she leaned more on the man. Her head was still pounding, but his hand massaging her neck was slowly relaxing her, the pounding in her head still going strong, but the rest of her body weakening. The edges of her vision went black all of a sudden, and she felt herself falling into unconciousness. Strangely, she didn't fight it this time, instead letting the darkness take her in easily.
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