Fiddle's Gym

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Night two (2) at Fiddle's Gym. Rapha was drenched in sweat and heat, steaming off from his body. He woke up at 3pm and spent the rest of his time inside this gym. And breakfast? No. He wants his hunger to motivate him even more. He didn't break a sweat yesterday so why not push his limits now?

He took a deep breath and exhaled to cool himself off. His lips parted slightly and he licked his upper lip while he stretched his arms wide and then side to side. He took his towel and began to wander off to check if someone was doing the heavy deadlifting. It's quite interesting to see if the folks here could handle the challenge. Some may have achieved their weight while some focused their abdominal muscles too much that they would puke and cause a mess on the thick rubber mats.

There were a couple of guys there but someone else caught his eyes. "Hey, isn't this the girl from yesterday?" He said in his thoughts and wondered if he could get a closer look at the "view". The girl was cute, not to mention that she has a really good body frame. And that a**.

Her hair though. It sparked his attraction to her appearance by the color of her locks. Red as they are, it made Rapha bite his lower lip as they remind him of the orgasmic taste of blood. Rapha took his wander around the gym while his eyes kept flashing at the woman. Wander, because he wants to look at her at every angle. Some say it would be creepy, though in the wild, predators will always check their prey first. But the question is, is this lady prey... or a predator?

Rapha would then wait until he has he chance to approach her. Because it would be rude to disturb someone's workout. "Hey, I've been noticing you and.. your hair is so.. beautiful. And dang.... You're a masterpiece. Any guy would be so lucky meeting you." At the parts where Rapha paused, his eyes were panning slowly up and down from Reira's hair down to her chest. But after that, his eyes are then focused on her face with a charming and friendly smile.

"Do you have your boyfriend here? I-- I didn't mean to intrud though." Rapha would raise his hands as he said this part as if he would move on and leave her alone if Reira is already in a relationship.


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PROFILE

OUTFIT:
White sleeveless shirt, Bandage wrapped fists, Dark camo shorts, Dark Grey towel.
WHERE:
At the gym
WITH:
This red-haired cutie
THOUGHTS:
Mhhmmm..???
RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Single






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AwkwardGirlhood

 

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tab Location : Fiddle's Gym | Company : Timo | Mood : Pleased | OOC : Got tired of trying to do his new one for now xd

His intent was to scope out the gym and get his own exercise while here just to see if the place was worth a shot or not. If he didn't like it, he could always just get some of the stuff sent over from his rehab back home to make a gym in his own place. He may not be the most socially adept person around, but he's never found himself to be particularly uncomfortable in public gyms. He's in great shape and no one pays him any mind that he knows of. And typically, he returns the same gesture. Except, normally he doesn't see a familiar face when in an entirely unfamiliar place. His exercise routine can wait a bit longer until he's done catching up a little.

"Timo?" He hadn't had the chance to meet the man for very long back home before things kind of got a little crazy and he had to shut down the rehab for safety measures. Kind of hard to keep things under control when people kept trying to break in and steal expensive equipment since the original fighters of crime were being investigated by his brother and his team. Maybe it was a bad time to leave Azazel's side, but he really couldn't stay in a place that took away his home away from home and made his clients feel unsafe.

He approaches the man in a light jog, slowly coming to a stop when he got closer. "I thought I might have mistaken you for someone else, but it really is you. I wasn't expecting to see anyone from the city here." He offers his usual charming smile that he's perfected over the years for his clients to help them relax. His brother always joked and said that Luther always used his good looks to make people more docile. Attractiveness gets attention he supposed, but that wasn't ever something he felt like fit him very well. "I don't know if you remember me? Doctor Baleel from the Rehabilitation center? I do believe you were set to be an intern in my office before it was closed."


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Just Rosa

 

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tab Location : Home and then Fiddle's Gym | Company : My memories | Mood : Lost | Thoughts : "What will happen to the Alaric name now?" | Residence : 1513 Lumiere Housing District | Profile : Here
Occupation : Soleil Librarian | Status : Single | Outfit: : ... | OOC : --


"I just thought that you would want to know what is going on here. He's surprised that he's still holding the phone with how much he's shaking. He woke up this morning feeling pretty good and ready for his day. While he was tending to Atlas' breakfast, he got a call. After getting scolded by Sae, he's made sure to keep his phone on him even with outside with the bird. After that he planned to go to the gym and get rid of some of his excess energy before heading to the library to pick out the book Cas told him to try. But now? After this news he isn't sure what to do.

His vision is blurry and he can hear his brothers clamoring over the phone distantly. "Avi? Are you okay?" He can feel Atlas headbutt his arm from his perch, but everything just feels so muted in comparison to his conflicted relief. He's finally free for good but...there is also a hallow feeling to knowing that the person he once saw as his father is dead. "Are they...sure?" Masumi makes a sound of confirmation and just like that, he's crumbling to the ground in Atlas' sanctuary. "It was confirmed this morning. He seemed to be making somewhat of a recovery from the stroke but...they think that maybe Akane might have sapped out the rest of his lifeforce in his sleep. Avi..she got angry because she found his will. He left nothing for her or the others. He's been steadily pulling away from her and the twins, stopped making any public appearances and everything. Avi...he wasn't planning to live long even prior to her killing him. And he...well he left everything in your name." He pulls the phone away from his ear, staring at the screen because he's feeling like he's having an episode and not hearing reality.

When he hears Masumi calling his name through the phone again, he puts it back to his ear. "Rehan...gave it all...to me?" No no no, his father was evil. He wouldn't have wanted to leave a cent to anyone. "He also...we found your mother's belongings in his safe. Castielle, Marcellus, and I think it would be best if we brought you everything. We want to see you, can we?" His mother's smile as she pets the feathers of her treasured bird comes to his mind. Of a time when his mother and his father laughed and danced together as he hopped around with them. There was so much love and laughter before his father got involved in the political world. He hasn't had a memory like that in decades. "But...with everything going on over there..." He hears Masumi huff in frustration before another voice in the background causes him to pause. He hears the phone being taken before he's greeted by a voice he hasn't heard for some time now.

"Octavius, it is Utsuru. Masumi informed of what is happening. I'm sorry for the suddenness of everything. Listen, I will handle everything here on this end. You should see your brothers right now." The same calm that he experienced in the man's library washes over him all over again, making the panting he didn't even realize he was doing slow down. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to recall the sea of peace he felt when he crossed that warm threshold and smelled the flowery scent of Utsuru's nullification presence. "You don't have to help me...you don't owe me anything. I still owe you my life. And your library, if you leave it...Yousuke?" The man shushes him before sighing. "The library will be fine for a couple of days, I will close it down. As for Yousuke, it isn't like I plan to let him out of my sight. We will be okay. Let us help you, please." He makes a sound of affirmation similar to Masumi's before Utsuru is assuring him that he will prepare everything accordingly while the brothers head his way. His brothers talk to him one by one, helping him feel a little less frazzled to all the sudden information dump he's experiencing.

By the time he gets back inside after assuring Atlas, he has a feeling under his skin preventing him from relaxing at all. He can't sit still, can't really focus. He should be happy, so why did he feel so heavy? Is he mourning the version of Rehan which used to be a good father? Has he been stuck in his hatred so long that he's never really mourned the loss of both his parents? "Why does it taste so bitter?" He lifts a hand to wipe at his eyes, not sure what to do with the emotions swirling in him. He lifts his phone, still wondering if he actually had that conversation or not. His father kept his mother's things? He thought he tossed them out. He left everything to Avi? He wrote Avi a letter? What universe is he living in? He doesn't understand that man at all. He was comfortable placing him in the villain role, he was okay with that. Now what the hell was he supposed to do with this information? With the memories of his childhood before his mother became ill?

He finds himself changing in his room, embracing the silence around him as he slowly pulls each article of clothing on. Eventually he's sitting on his bed staring at his phone after typing a message.


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"Is it possible to grieve someone who ruined your life? I got what I wanted, but why do I feel so empty?"

He debates whether or not he should send the text to Sae, of whether or not it even matters to tell him. He told him what he did to Rehan, and what Rehan did to him. But would Sae even be able to shed some light on what he's feeling? He doesn't know who he can even talk to about this. It has him so perplexed that he doesn't even recall sending the message or grabbing his keys and his gum bag. When did he get in the car and start driving? Time passes in a blur, and he's finding himself at the gym. As if his body would not allow him to break his daily routine even if his brain were not present.


He's on autopilot as he puts his belongings away and steps onto a treadmill. He starts with a walk, trying to clear his mind until he's eventually breaking out into a run because focusing on his breathing helps him get out of this weird hole he's fallen into.


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Just Rosa

 

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tab Location : Home and then Fiddle's Gym | Company : My memories | Mood : Tired | Thoughts : "I can have conversations..." | Residence : 1513 Lumiere Housing District | Profile : Here
Occupation : Soleil Librarian | Status : Single | Outfit: : Gym wear | OOC : --


Much like the first time they met, the man was startled by the sudden approach. Also like last time when he almost dropped the heavy weights on his foot, he almost let the treadmill wipe him out when he lost his pacing for a moment. It was most likely his fault for doing all out runs on a treadmill, but it also wasn't like he expected someone to actually speak to him. Luckily he catches the arm bars and plants his feet on the sides in time to avoid embarrassing himself. When the machine is put on pause, he grabs his towel so he can wipe away any sweat as he waves in return.

He told himself that if the two met again, he would try not to be so awkward around the man, nor would he stare him down menacingly. When he's managed to catch his breath enough to speak, he offers a small smile. "A little busy, but I have been worse off. What about you? Were you able to enjoy your Norse mythology?" The first time they met, and the second time at the library, Avi was rarely able to say a full sentence to the man. So he told himself next time he met him, he would use words for a change. Perhaps having Saeyong around to make him talk more has helped him in some way. Even despite the confusion he's dealing with right now, he's able to give a warmer greeting to the man than he used to. He sets his towel down when he's done, before taking a drink of his water. It was probably good to take a break anyways. He's been at it for awhile. "I hope you remembered to return the books in on time?" Ah...he's not heard himself speak so playfully in awhile. It's nice to not feel like he has to be tense at all times. Maybe he's just tired and has no room for the tension when his limbs feel so loose after running.


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