Post by Aryn Vernier on Feb 9, 2008 1:53:30 GMT -5
Walking into the gym, the red head eyed the equipment. Despite it being winter, she liked to stay in shape. She wore a simple grey t-shirt and loose sweatpants. Jeans wouldn't do too good for this. Clipping the small ipod to her pants, she cycled through the songs until she found one she liked. Ich Will by Rammstein...Excellent song.
Starting out, she did some mild stretching before dropping to the floor and doing some push ups. Of course, the song would be done long before she finished exercising, but the song was damn good. Standing again, she did a few backflips, landing in a crouch and then doing a floor sweet before rolling forward onto her feet. Doing a few kicks at the air, she performed a spin kick, landing on the other foot and kicking out.
Not even bothering to catch her breath, she moved over to the uneven bars, climbed up and started swinging on them. First was the general warm up swings before she stood on one and backflipped catching the higher one with her her hands, swinging around a few times, she dropped down to the lower one. Swinging up so that she was doing a hand stand, she managed three push ups before losing her balance.
Dropping down, she landed in a crouch. This time, she stopped for a short breather. Then she scowled at herself for being slightly out of shape. Looks like she'd be needing to hit the gym a bit more. Wouldn't be a bad idea anyway. It'd keep her from being bored.
She seriously doubted that anyone would be coming into the gym, seeing that she had chosen to work out late at night. With the breather over, she walked towards the punching bag and started kicking it, using some of the same moves that she had when she was stretching. Such a rigorous work out kept her calm and sane, mostly. She hated being stuck in the mansion. She hated the cold. She hated standing at the window and watching the others play. She hated being alone.
The punching bag hit the floor from one of her punches, with her standing, seething in anger. It wasn't a surprise. Her thoughts had caused her temper to rise. Now she'd have the fun task of trying to calm herself down. Looks like she'd be spending a bit more time down here. Without bothering to pick up to the punching bag, she moved to another.
She soon tired of the punching bag and took a step back to see what else she could deal with. The weight machines were out. Not her type of thing. She preferred to be active. There was always doing more of the air fighting, but it was always more fun to fight with another person, you never knew what they were going to do. Sp you always had to change your tactics.
"..Ah fuck it." She walked to the wall where she had put her water bottle and simply sat down. Opening the bottle, she got a drink then leaned her head against the wall and sighed. It was still beyond her on why she had come back. Maybe she had hoped Deadpool was here. That was an obvious reason. The guy had been damned funny. He wasn't around anymore, so there really wasn't any reason to stay, yet she did. Maybe she'd head off when spring came.
Since she wasn't expecting anyone to show up, she decided to simply sit there and think. It was one of the few times the mansion was quiet. The quiet was nice. Looking down at the iPod, she flipped back through the songs to the song she had first listened to and pressed play. Softly, she started singing along.
"I want..."
I want you to trust me
I want you to believe me
I want to feel your eyes
I want to control every heartbeat
I want you to believe me
I want to feel your eyes
I want to control every heartbeat
Starting out, she did some mild stretching before dropping to the floor and doing some push ups. Of course, the song would be done long before she finished exercising, but the song was damn good. Standing again, she did a few backflips, landing in a crouch and then doing a floor sweet before rolling forward onto her feet. Doing a few kicks at the air, she performed a spin kick, landing on the other foot and kicking out.
I want to hear your voices
I want to disturb the peace
I want you to see me well
I want you to understand me
I want to disturb the peace
I want you to see me well
I want you to understand me
Not even bothering to catch her breath, she moved over to the uneven bars, climbed up and started swinging on them. First was the general warm up swings before she stood on one and backflipped catching the higher one with her her hands, swinging around a few times, she dropped down to the lower one. Swinging up so that she was doing a hand stand, she managed three push ups before losing her balance.
I want your fantasy
I want your energy
I want to see your hands
I want to go down in applause
I want your energy
I want to see your hands
I want to go down in applause
Dropping down, she landed in a crouch. This time, she stopped for a short breather. Then she scowled at herself for being slightly out of shape. Looks like she'd be needing to hit the gym a bit more. Wouldn't be a bad idea anyway. It'd keep her from being bored.
Do you see me?
Do you understand me?
Do you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you hear me?
(We hear you)
Can you see me?
(We see you)
Can you feel me?
(We feel you)
I don't understand you
Do you understand me?
Do you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you hear me?
(We hear you)
Can you see me?
(We see you)
Can you feel me?
(We feel you)
I don't understand you
She seriously doubted that anyone would be coming into the gym, seeing that she had chosen to work out late at night. With the breather over, she walked towards the punching bag and started kicking it, using some of the same moves that she had when she was stretching. Such a rigorous work out kept her calm and sane, mostly. She hated being stuck in the mansion. She hated the cold. She hated standing at the window and watching the others play. She hated being alone.
I want
The punching bag hit the floor from one of her punches, with her standing, seething in anger. It wasn't a surprise. Her thoughts had caused her temper to rise. Now she'd have the fun task of trying to calm herself down. Looks like she'd be spending a bit more time down here. Without bothering to pick up to the punching bag, she moved to another.
We want you to trust us
We want you to believe everything from us
We want to see your hands
We want to go down in applause - yeah
We want you to believe everything from us
We want to see your hands
We want to go down in applause - yeah
She soon tired of the punching bag and took a step back to see what else she could deal with. The weight machines were out. Not her type of thing. She preferred to be active. There was always doing more of the air fighting, but it was always more fun to fight with another person, you never knew what they were going to do. Sp you always had to change your tactics.
Can you hear me?
(We hear you)
Can you see me?
(We see you)
Can you feel me?
(We feel you)
I don't understand you
(We hear you)
Can you see me?
(We see you)
Can you feel me?
(We feel you)
I don't understand you
"..Ah fuck it." She walked to the wall where she had put her water bottle and simply sat down. Opening the bottle, she got a drink then leaned her head against the wall and sighed. It was still beyond her on why she had come back. Maybe she had hoped Deadpool was here. That was an obvious reason. The guy had been damned funny. He wasn't around anymore, so there really wasn't any reason to stay, yet she did. Maybe she'd head off when spring came.
Can you hear us?
(We hear you)
Can you see us?
(We see you)
Can you feel us?
(We feel you)
We don't understand you
(We hear you)
Can you see us?
(We see you)
Can you feel us?
(We feel you)
We don't understand you
Since she wasn't expecting anyone to show up, she decided to simply sit there and think. It was one of the few times the mansion was quiet. The quiet was nice. Looking down at the iPod, she flipped back through the songs to the song she had first listened to and pressed play. Softly, she started singing along.
"I want..."