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Post by Tsubasa on Jun 24, 2009 15:14:49 GMT -5
BAM!
Sweat trickled down his forehead down to his cheek, where he merely licked it off without a thought.
BAM!
His muscles ached, but he knew it was for the best. Being down here for more than three hours a day were what he felt was necessary. How else could he stay in shape? Stay in top? He was a champion after all.
BAM!
Pulling back his bandage covered fist form the punching bag, he bent down and let himself catch his breath. Not moving his torso back up, he mindlessly searched for a class of water his right hand, then latched on to it firmly. Pulling it over, he bent back up and took an exceeding amount of gulps to restore his hydration. Placing it back down, he sighed and wiped his brow, looking over to the mirror on his right. A shame really, he was strong and fit, worked out a lot, and could take on anyone, but his body stayed lean and slim. This always seemed to frustrate him. Sure he liked his beautiful looks, but Dante wanted to be a bit more...well, manly.
Sighing once more, he reached for his towel and wrapped it around his shoulders. Pausing, he supposed he could do a few more stretches before hitting the baths. Lowering him self, he went on all fours and placed an arm behind his back, preparing for a one-armed push-up. He closed his eyes, then opened them as he moved up and down. 1, 2, 3... the numbers went on as he worked up to at least thirty. As he worked, his thoughts traced back to his friend Dorian. The fellow Handsome Eye had promised to meet him here, but seemed to not do so, as evident. Well, he would have to get mad at him later, and hope that the boy had good excuses prepared.
Reaching thirty, he stopped, lifted himself up slowly, and lazily moved to the bleachers. Grasping the glass of water once more, he drunk the last remainder of it down as he rested himself.
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Post by whisp. on Jul 7, 2009 23:44:51 GMT -5
She wasn’t supposed to be there. She should have known better. But Lillian Macarthur still managed to slip her way through the narrow hallways of the West wing, keeping her eyes down and not creating a scene of herself. One, two, three, four… She counted her paces, knowing the exact turns and steps to the work-out room.
Lillian mentally muttered. The society built around her prevented a work out room for the girls’ side, forcing her to sneak through the halls like a fugitive. Instead, the East wing received a tea room, proper for women, apparently.
Eyeing the door, she moved towards it, not bothering with knocking, then pushed it open and slid inside. Hands moved to hurriedly shut it, her body leaning against it as her eyes glanced around. It seemed empty until her eyes landed on a figure on the floor. Instinctively, a frown crossed her lips and she moved to duck her head to move out of the boys’ sight. It was too fast of a movement to see who it was properly.
Pulling tape out of her bag, Lillian began to wrap her hands, counting the number of times the fabric circled around her skin. She placed her bag and cloak on a bench, revealing boy pants and shirt, something easier to move in than a dress or skirt. Running her fingers down the back side of her braid, Lillian moved to start to slowly stretch, her muscles easing into the regular routine. Deep breath in, deep breath out.
She kept her back towards the man in the room, hoping he wouldn’t say anything so she wouldn’t have to deal with snide comments. Stepping around the far side of the wall, she eyed the punching bag and slowly sucked in a breath and delivered the first punch. The rush moved up her spine and into her body and soon she delivered another punch, and another, and another until she had her own beat and rhythm.
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 9, 2009 16:38:24 GMT -5
It was time to go, he thought, as his brown-haired friend was definitely not going to show up. Gathering up his belongings, it would be a pain to leave them here, he wiped his brow once more, preparing to leave. But just then, as he was about to site up, he heard someone else enter the room. Dorian? That's all he could think, and if it was his friend, well, that guy would certainly pay. But, the person's footsteps seemed lighter, with more force than Dorian's. As Dante turned around, he caught a glimpse of the back of a tall, slender, pretty looing...wait, pretty? He peered closer, seeing a long wheat colored braid cascading down the figure's lean back. Yes, there was no doubt, there was a girl in the training room or more appropriately, in the West Wing.
Frowning, he wondered if the girl was either crazy or stupid. Knowing that she was a girl, probably a bit of both. Getting up from his seat, he headed over to her with a raised eyebrow. Any other boy would have taken advantage of this, smirking and ready to turn the stupid woman in, but the student was a slight bit curious. That didn't mean he would be nice, although.
As Dante walked he noticed that she was delivering punches to the punching bag, and he rolled his eyes. A girl? Who did she think was? Women were so foolish. As he caught up to her, he cleared his throat in a rather haughty and obnoxious way, and moved to tap her on the shoulder.
Yes, mad and stupid, that was definitely it.
(OH GOD THAT WAS TERRIBLY SHORT I'M SO SORRY! D:)
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Post by whisp. on Jul 9, 2009 19:29:51 GMT -5
Lillian kept her back to the man, her own personal shun to him. She did not care nor mind that she was in the boys’ side of the school. Maybe if Florence had built a training room for girls she would have worked out there, but there wasn’t one so she ended up here.
She knew that the young man had seen her and was completely curious about the situation, though it didn’t mean she was about to turn around and introduce and explain herself. It just meant he’d either have the guts and stupidity to come over or he’d be smart and just leave her the hell alone.
Obviously he chose wrong.
Her fists made contact with the bag one more time before she reached out to hold it steady as she turned around at the tap on her shoulder and glanced at where his hand had landed before looking up at him, eyes meeting his.
“yes?” she said like nothing was wrong at all. Moving her hand, she swept her bangs out of her eyes revealing piercing blue ones. As she was able to study the man she recognized him from one of the cliques, but a name was beside her.
Lungs pumped air in and out at a faster pace and she looked up at the man, waiting for him to state his case. Lillian half expected him to be stud like and try and attempt to put a move on her or take advantage. There was also the thought maybe he’d go off and tattle tale on her. Or who knew, maybe he was just being nice and pointing out the obvious fact that she was in the wrong wing of the school.
But she wasn’t about to be messed with and would surely not cooperate most likely how the man wanted her to.
ooc: that is okay! i'm sorry mine sucked. xD
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 28, 2009 20:55:45 GMT -5
The male was obviously surprised in the girl's response, not really expecting her to be so blunt and well...cold. Even if he did feel some sort of shock, he certainly managed to not show a flinch on his pale features. Forming a calming, gentle smile, he raised an eyebrow and chose this moment to speak up.
"Frankly, I don't think you're stupid or lost, so may I ask as to why you have presented yourself here? Of all places?"
A lie that was made, but a lie that he managed to conceal. It made him wonder about the state this blonde was in, as she pounded the tattered and worn bag with ease. First off, Dante had never seen a girl train, much less use her fists for anything. He had just known the society of mousy little girls who fretted over their looks and set themselves stationed in the kitchens and the parlor. This finding certainly sparked curiosity and bewilderment inside the boy. He shifted a bit to his other foot, and automatically wiped the remaining sweat from his brow, but still stayed where he had been positioned.
"Aren't you afraid of getting caught? I could obviously report you if I wanted..." He stepped around getting a better look of the mystery's face. From what he could tell, she was very good looking, sharp eyes, wavy hair, defined cheek bones. Then a click of recognition went off in his head as the Handsome Eye recognized her. Ah, she was the leader of the Unloved, no wonder.
"I know you, what was your name? Lilac something?"
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Post by whisp. on Aug 3, 2009 23:20:34 GMT -5
Lillian knew that wasn't an answer he was expecting. Perhaps it was stuttering, or bewilderment, or a lie he was waiting for. But instead she gave him an answer that indicated that she simply did, indeed, belong here in the workout room. There was a calm patience in her position as she stood, waiting for him to get on with whatever it was he was getting on about.
She glanced around slowly, seemingly looking for something. "I need a place to work out. This is a gym. Simply common sense." The words rolled out of her mouth and she shifted her weight to her other foot, looking at him with some, very little, interest.
There had been many times she had snuck into this gym and brought fist to the leather. She was good at what she did, her feet moving fast, easily. There was barely any strain in what she did, her figure pulling off graceful movements. It was all simple, all easy
"Quite frankly, I'm not. Because it won't stop me from coming back in here to train, and it'd only be a slight inconvenience on my part to deal with the Headmistress." She shrugged, the thought not bothering her. "And if you ran off and told like a five year old, I'd tell everyone that I beat you in a match." It was ammo that she could pull out, something that may or may not bother him, but it had to do.
Tucking a loose strand of hair that had fallen from her braid, she looked over at him as his eyes scanned her, trying to match the clique with her face. Rolling her eyes slightly, she shook her head. "Lillian Macarthur. Yours was D!ck something, no?" she waved a hand. "Something with a 'D' anyways." And that was that.
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Post by Tsubasa on Aug 8, 2009 16:16:15 GMT -5
He snickered, this girl was a riot. An amusing conversation this was, if you could call it that. So this was what the unloved were really like beneath the covers? He knew there was something about them he liked. Dante had thought about it a while ago that possibly the reason he enjoyed men as well as women was because women were always so weak and fragile. They were too afraid, too helpless, too delicate to the point where he just wanted to scream. No, none of them could match up to what she was was like...
None of them.
Then there were men, strong arrogant men who could take it rough, make it fun, and you didn't have to worry about going too far. They knew how it was played, and they could do things a skinny little bitch could never think of. So maybe that's why he liked the Unloved. They weren't like the Misfits, who were just too radical and arrogant, no, they were just right. Dante smirked on the inside, realizing how creepy that had sounded. But, as fate would make it seem, he was destined to marry a Pretty Face. A snobby, pathetic, superficial weakling. What a nice household that was going to be.
So as this woman spouted her rebellious anger towards the male, trying to prove that she wasn't some stupid fragile thing to mess with, Dante couldn't help but not feel in any way insulted or threatened. He smiled at her, that devilish smile of his, as he started his reply.
"Right, because everyone would definitely believe you, love, if you told them that. Good argument."
It was fun to see her getting riled up, maybe she would even throw a punch. Oh what fun that would be. He had never been hit by a girl before. The student wondered what it was like.
"Wellll, you're pretty close. It does definitely start with a 'D', you got that one right." He chuckled, eyes searching around the room unconsciously. Probably his subconscious checking in case anyone walked in. "The name's Dante, leader of the Handsome Eyes. I can see you're a leader as well. Mind if I watch?"
The ebony-haired boy gestured to the bench behind him, and his face kept that devilish smile that was only an inch away from being a smirk.
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Post by whisp. on Aug 11, 2009 22:15:09 GMT -5
When the young man snickered at her, an eyebrow arched upward and she was curious as to what was so amusing about her. This was so typical of a Handsome Eye. Lillian had seen this behavior many times before. They carried themselves with a pride, a sense that they were truly better than you and looked down upon you every chance they got. Though Lillian, for one, wasn’t going to be messed with like she was some little girl getting her hair pulled and doll taken away. Surely she was stronger than that.
The Unloved were a force to be reckoned with. Not only did they all have a confidence to them, but they knew they were powerful. It was the secret that kept them so close and tight, and as leader Lillian was making sure that all that was kept under wraps. Of course they could play around and make jokes, but she was there to make sure that it didn’t get abused and they weren’t caught. It was some unknown truth that in this day and age that a witch would not be taken to so lightly, even if none of the girls considered themselves that.
The grin that he was giving her only bothered her more and she rolled her shoulders and straightened up, trying to become somewhat more of a threat to him. She would not take any crap from a Handsome Eye.
“I can be very convincing if I want to. I wouldn’t pick a fight with me.” There was that momentum again, that cockiness in him that just really pissed her off. Just because she was a woman didn’t mean that she was weak. And just because he was a man didn’t mean he’d win a fight against her.
Her eyes drifted up and down his figure as he introduced himself and she nodded slowly. “oh, that figures.” Lillian did not explain what she meant nor did she care to. All she wanted was for him to leave her be so she could continue her workout in peace. His smile only bothered her more and she frowned. “Well, yes. I actually do mind if you do. Mr. Dante was it…the only reason why I believe you have a reason to stick around is if we were to have ourselves a little boxing match. What do you say?” She figured if anything he’d be too much of a chicken, and if he wasn’t…well, she would show him not to mess with her anymore.
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