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Workout room
By: Raijuta Date: August 1, 2013, 1:27 pm
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Equpped with everything from Weights to workout machines, from
punching bags to a sparring ring. The athletes of the house will
make great use of this room.
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Re: Workout room
By: Dems Darkfire Date: September 27, 2013, 8:44 pm
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Stefan had soon wandered from the kitchen area into what he
figured was the best part of the house. The room sparkles with
new equipment and punching bags that hadn't been beaten in yet,
or scorched past recondition. The large grin that played on the
lone wolf's face only grew wider as he walked up and placed his
hands onto the bag, feeling the weight shift in his hands,
listening to the sand inside slip from the left and the right
within the heavy thing. He pushed the weight forward and then
let it fall back towards him, getting a sense of which way his
punches would roll the gear in one direction to another.
He walked, his light feet carrying him swiftly from one end of
the room to the next where he found new gloves of all varieties
spilled everywhere. Instantly drawn to a pair of black UFC
gloves, Red accents winging out like fire only to have the
phoenix rise from the flames and to the knuckles of the fist.
"Well, it seems they knew I would actually show up to this
hellhole. No one said I had to be social with those people, not
on a large scale."
Confessional: "They all can get a lick of my nuts for all I
care. Murder is still frowned upon in normal society and those
fucks in a large group. Heh, throw me in the center and see who
is left standing in five minutes before the cops come and pull
me out."
Letting out a long sigh, Stefan with pull the edges of his shirt
up, removing the cloth from his body in one quick motion before
tossing the body-sheath away from him. What was hidden
underneath was a honed sword. If the body truly could be a
weapon, this would be the poster child for the best. With just
enough mass to be considered built but still lean enough to keep
him inside a pair of size 30 Levi jeans. Rocked abs and muscle
clung to his body like cellophane and his tanned skin caught the
light but let just enough escape back through to always bring
eyes on him.
He tore the gloves from the packaging and cased the used wrapper
to the side of the room, as if banishing it, it had served it's
purpose, before he slid the gloves onto his fists and let his
fingers size out the gloves themselves. A perfect fit, as it
seemed, had been achieved. Stefan began to hop around on the
balls of his feet, steadying himself every so often to throw a
few shadow hits into the air, gaining an idea of how the air
flowed over his hands and how the weight in the gloves shifted
his punch one way or the other. "Perfect." Continuing his
phantom dance, he turned himself, lunging into the heavy back
with tremendous force as he instantly started with his strong
fist, his left, sending the back back two or tree feet from
zero. The beating only continued as Stefan went into his normal
routine he had done for so many years before.
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Re: Workout room
By: Dems Darkfire Date: September 28, 2013, 12:45 am
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Crack, breath. Crack, Breath. Crack Breath. Crack crack. Each
exhale perfectly timed to be masked slightly by the sound of
hammers pounding against thread and fibers. Each slam ricocheted
back through his arm, sending small tingles of pain along his
fingers and forearm. The burns were still fresh, but Stefan
needed the release, and this bag was a more than willing victim
for his vicious attacks.
He first began to feel the tingle of flames after around his
twenty minute mark, his body heating to the point that if he was
paler he would be a deep red. Each mark left on the equipment
was another victory for him. Then it happened, just as he felt
his break through, his fist lighting around the glove and
flaring along his arm, the flames dances and lapped his skin as
his fist slammed into the center mass of the bag, heating
through the fibers and burning straight through.
Then he heard the voice...
Confessional: Great. Now one of these assholes knows an ability.
Just perfect. Can't wait for this to spread like wildfire... No
pun intended.
'shit' the word whispered from his lips as well as yelled in his
head. The fire he had built extinguished as sand poured over his
arm and onto the floor itself from both sides of the bag, which
now had scorch marks from his previous hits and one gaping hole
inside of it. Acting casually, as if everyone already knew he
could do such things. "The name is Ste-faun." His accent took
over on his name and with his eyes still locked on his 'kill' he
removed his fist from it's target and turned towards the one who
had addressed him. It was her.
"Well, The 'elpful one frum da kitch'n." Unwrapping the wrists
to allow his hands to regain blood flow, he watched her eyes
mostly, knowing they where wandering to and from every corner of
his body. He couldn't blame her. There was a beaut watching him
while he was watching her. "Naw, I jus' finished up, a'ctually.
Was gonna stretch, shower 'n sleep." The gloves where still warm
when he pulled them from his fists, but the materials in them
seemed more than resistant to the heat. He hung these gloves
from his pants, making sure to hold on to them beyond just the
gym. "Wh't bring ya all the way oot 'ere? Seems preatty far from
the fst'vities."
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Re: Workout room
By: Dems Darkfire Date: October 2, 2013, 12:06 am
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A man's eyes couldn't help but wander when presented with an
opportunity. The sand had spilled to the floor around his feet
and the woman before him seemed to move over to clean it, but
not before wandering away from him enough for his gaze to assess
her assets. Gorgeous. Definitely the type of woman every man
would chase down the street, drooooooling like Saint Bernards.
Her supple walk only seemed to add to his opinion. Each step and
sway of her hips adding... intrigue to his observations. Stefan
only moved from the woman's path when she came back with the
dust pan and broom, not quite understanding why she would clean
up after him. He surely wasn't that hypnotizing.
But she seemed to be just as mesmerizing as he. The way she
played coy and slyly covered herself while she cleaned the mess,
the swimsuit giving him a perfect view of her amazing set of
tits. She couldn't cover all of it, but what she did allow to
show gave him sinister ideas of what he could be doing rather
than just staring. His tongue ran across his dry lips and
retracted just in time for the woman to stand and finish her
cleaning.
"Kehlea?" Kaylee, the name hung on his tongue for a few moments
as he tried to suppress his impure thoughts for the time being.
Of course there where more women in the house, even attractive
ones, from what he caught a glimpse of. But none of them where
alone with him, and certainly not speaking to him at this very
moment.
"I would say it wes far m're 'elpful than most. I n'ver would
'ave found that shiet." He placed his hands into his pants,
hooking his thumbs over his waistband to rest his fingers for
awhile, and to tug down them down just a little more, dwindling
on the line of respectful and risque in one move. "Yeh, Peeple
in genr'l 'n I doon't get alung. At'lest large groops of 'em."
He thought about it for a second. Pondering only for a moment
the risks of getting a drink with her. What was there to lose on
it? She seemed alright, and the way she was staring at him
hinted some animalism behind those eyes. Attraction in a primal
way. The same presented itself behind his gaze, and maybe they
could act on such a thing.
"Ser. I see no pri'blem with tha. Meybe we c'n get those drinks
t'go 'n head back to m'room wit em?" A supple invitation.
Confessional: Well. day woon 'n I'm al'redde bringing wemen back
to m'room. Not too shabbeh. Hopefully this turns out a good
time, Da others seem preoccupied. Noot to mention she be sexy as
fook. B-e-a-utiful even.
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Re: Workout room
By: Dems Darkfire Date: October 2, 2013, 10:47 pm
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Confessional: He shoots... HE SCOORRREEES! -Yelling as he runs
around the chair before plopping back into it.- YA see that? Dat
is ol' Stafaun still 'avin it!
By god did animal instinct take over as she walked past him.
Stefan finding himself growling in his head as if he had just
claimed his kill, or his mate. 'That animosity, that pure animal
hatred that glints in your eyes, that's why we brought you
here!' The casting directors words still rung true. For all
intensive purposes, Stefan was a beast. And this Kaylee had more
than aroused just the animal inside.
The way her subtle hips cocked back and forth as she walked,
bringing her perfect ass up one way, then down, then back up the
other. Stefan was hard pressed to keep himself under wraps,
almost jumping out of his track pants already at the accepted
proposition of returning to his chambers and into privacy.
"Wel'm glad you c'uld assist, Kehlea. It wus a better plan th'n
runnin me 'ands under tat cold water da entire time." The way
she stared at him, her eyes lighting up as his accent
flourished, and even more so when he said her name. He made sure
to draw it out this time, lap every syllable over his tongue,
letting her name slide from his teeth just long enough to
hopefully get a rise from her, but not to seem too caught up in
lengthening it out.
Stefan followed a few steps behind her, his hands now pushing
something back, as well as down, as he tried to keep himself in
check, atleast til they reached his room.
Confessional: First gurl I'meet in th's 'ouse 'n t'e lass
already 'as me on t'e edge ov glory. if ya catichin' me'drift
"T'e game room sounds nice, Kehlea. T'en Let's 'ead t'ere."
'Much better than the kitch'n' He thought to himself 'less
chances of picking up stragglers from the other rooms.'
He walked past her, taking his time as he did so. As he strolled
through the door his eyes locked with hers. His own a strange
hue of reddish purple. His fingers caressed her bare midsection,
letting his smooth fingertips cascade over her velvet skin. A
grin played at his lips as he did this, wondering how first
contact would affect her. She felt tone, muscle hidden beneath
the thin layer of flesh there. Running his hands over her
brought him memories of his boat, those same fingers running
through the cool water on a mid-August day. An eyebrow cocked he
nodded.
"The Game room is t'at way roight?" Bringing his fingers past
her flesh and finishing the contact, he pointed with the same
hand before resting it back into his pants. "It inn't too far
away fr'm me room, a'tually."
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Re: Workout room
By: Dems Darkfire Date: October 4, 2013, 10:15 am
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Confessional: Hah hah. I love a lass who knows t'is game. Hehe.
Everything will be more foon now.
Her touch instantly sank into his flesh, shooting a small shiver
up his spine that almost visibly shook him. Thought he kept
himself in control of his body, his mind twirled with ideas of
how his true nature might approach this situation. Should he
grab her now, skip the drinks, and allow them both the release
of this tension? Right here in the workout room? Against the
machines and various mats that laid around them. No, no. If she
enjoyed this little game as much as he, the night was only going
to become better. And of course, the viewers didn't want to see
him ravage her after only minutes of conversation, though they
could feel his prying eyes keep that glint inside of them.
When her hand fell on his stomach, the muscle clenched, flexing
to full form instinctually. Her soft fingers a sharp contrasted
to the chiseled midsection of the star. Each delicate motion
toyed with him further, his tongue clenched now in his teeth as
he suppressed a guttural growl that attempted to leave his lips.
In return, he received a long sniff of her scent. It was mild,
yet it fit how she was acting perfectly. "Aye, Kehlea. T'ats
whot I'm 'open fer."
A sharp smile crossed his face, his tongue running smoothly over
his canines, which looked more pointed than a normal humans.
"'Cause I do, too." With that, he followed, keeping only a
couple steps behind her as they made their way towards the game
room.
(Continued In the Game Room)
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Re: Workout room
By: jellybean081486 Date: October 5, 2013, 1:13 am
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The workout room looked quite nice and seemed to be equipped
with everything she needed for her workout routine. It would
help her clear her mind of all the impure thoughts she had about
Sachiel. He was a sexy man indeed, but he was far out of Kegan's
league. She knew she needed to clear her mind before the
jealousy she felt earlier reappeared. All of these feelings
were quite new for her, she had lead a sheltered life as a kid.
But, that wasa thought and story for a ddifferent time.
The floor length mirrors were her first stop, she needed to
stretch before she started a workout. Each routine was different
for her and today would be abs and cardio. Lifting her hands
over her head and bending backwards at the waist; Kegan began to
stretch her abs, which she had to admit were quite toned. After
about thirty seconds, she ended the stretch and bent down to
place her hands on the floor, stretching her ACL. A week or so
had passed since her last workout, so her muscles and tendons
were a little sore and needed extra attention. Finally, she
began to stretch her thighs and calves, giving thirty seconds on
each muscle group.
With the stretching done, now the workout could began. Her first
destination was the weight rack to grab a weighted plate, then
on towards the inverted bench. Securing her feet on a bar and
resting the weight upon her chest, Kegan began to push out
several reps of sits ups, gradually decreasing the number each
time. This was what her trainer would have her do. Sit ups, run,
crunches, elliptical, hanging sit ups, then finally lounges. For
now, though, she would focus upon the weighted sit ups.
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Re: Workout room
By: jellybean081486 Date: October 7, 2013, 7:23 pm
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A nice sweat had begun to build up, creating a sheen up Kegan's
skin. She loved it though, the sweat brought about by a hard
workout. It proved that she was putting forward maximum effort,
and would gain results. And the sore and tight muscles left
after the workout were welcomed. Her body was important to her,
even if it was not important to anyone else.
Kegan was a bit distracted, though. Her gaze kept swinging
towards the door, boping he would join her. She knew he wouldn't
though. No, she was not as interesting as the exotic queen, Lyn.
The jealousy and rejection she felt only pushed her harder,
bringing more reps than she normally did. Her stomach and
abdomen would hate her in the morning, but right now she didn't
care. Kegan wanted to rid herself of these foreign and intrusive
emotions, and her workout was the only way she knew how.
When it came time for her run, she chose the treadmill furthest
from the door, her back facing the entry way. The volume on her
music, the band 'All That Remains', was near its peak, loud
enough to drown out any and all noise nearby. Some had church
and some had a bar; but this was her sanctuary, her retreat from
all pain. And her trainer, Lydia, and hwlped her learn that.
While her feet pounded away and her arms moved in perfect form,
Kegan found herself lost in the lyrics of the music and the
rythm of her heart. A long run would sooth her angered soul, and
that was what she was aiming for. Twenty minutes had passed and
she had alread run two and a half miles, and didn't plan on
stopping any time soon.
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Re: Workout room
By: jellybean081486 Date: October 9, 2013, 12:12 pm
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Ten miles in an hour and fifteen minutes. A seven and a half
minute a mile pace. This was a personal best for Kegan, who
usually ran an eight to eight and a half minute a mile pace. She
felt invigorated and a bit worn out, having pushed herself as
hard as she could. Proof was in the sweat drenching her top and
the weakness in her thighs. Yet, she smiled happily while she
sat upon a weight bench to catch her breath. Tomorrow would be
weight lifting and machines, nothing too heavy but enough to
stay toned.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
Kegan counted down, from thirty, while she stretched her thighs
and calves. They would be sore in the morning, but they would
not cramp. She knew the importance of cool down stretches and
the damage that could be done if they weren't done; thus why she
went the each of the stretches, for longer intervals, that she
had before she began.
After a few moments, Kegan finished her stretches and began to
collect her belongings. One her way towards the door, she
collapsed and began to cry. All she had ever wanted was to feel
wanted. And the emotions she was feeling were conflicted, the
jealousy and the want. She wanted Sachiel but couldn't have him,
and was jealous that Lyn could. The desire to run away was in
her, but Kegan just sat on the floor, crying her eyes out.
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Re: Workout room
By: Sachiel Date: October 26, 2013, 1:29 pm
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The walk to the Workout room was filled with silent questions.
What had brought about this change in Kegan? Why did she
specifically mention for him not to touch her butt? Perhaps she
had one of -Those- personal trainers at some point? The type
that were super touchy-feely... These questions would go
unasked, thus, unanswered. When they arrived, Sachiel asked only
one question. "So what did your instructor tell you to work on?
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