A Special Kind of Workout (OPEN)

[Eve La'Quinn]

Eve marched in the gym, acting like she owned the place. It was part true, too. Her late husband helped build the place, giving him some sort of power over the establishment, and seeing as he had no one else to pass his wealth on to but Eve, then in turn, she too had the power. But she wasn't here for business purposes, rather, she was here for leisure.

She swung the doors open, her hand bag clutched tightly in between her arms. Fashioning a short red dress with a small slit on the sides, it was obvious to most of the people around her that she wasn't there to work up a sweat. Oh no. Eve wasn't the type. She was there for her daily dose of eye candy.

She took one of the empty seats by the fruit shake stand and ordered a cup of tea for herself, waiting around on people to show. Not to get anyone wrong or anything, she wasn't just on the prowl for a good one night stand with some muscular douche. She was looking for...inspiration.

You see, Eve had a different kind of regime in order to keep her figure and beauty. She didn't spend hours at the gym or get weekly facials at the spa. Oh no. Eve just made sure that she would find people who do take good care of themselves. And when she does find them, let's just say a simple fruit offering is all she needed before the drop-dead body she had fancied two tables away from her became hers. And as for her victim? Well, let's just say 'drop-dead' is somewhat accurate. And if she didn't find a girl fitting to her tastes? Well, let's just say an evening of rough and meaningless sex cheered her up like a tub of ice cream did a teenage girl.

Now she was waiting patiently, taking slow sips from her tea. Watching as the locker room doors swung open, hoping to find someone worth her time.

[Gerda Schmidt]

Gerda walked in to the gym with her fencing bag swung over her shoulder. She never really wore shorts or anything except when she worked out. She actually was a pretty girl, when she wasn't working to make sure she wasn't pretty. At this moment while she didn't have any makeup, but her hair was pulled back and she was wearing form fitting shirts.

As she walked in she surveyed her options, wondering if any one here fenced. She didn't see any one who would be a real challenge, or even look like they knew their way around a sword. She was a good fencer, she loved it. It was her favorite sport ever. It made her so happy, she loved the way it made her feel. Like she had some power over her life. She didn't even mind loosing that much. She did it for the fun of it.

As she walked in out of the corner of her eye she saw some one who looked as if they weren't here to work out. She was wearing a dress. Gerda realized that she had no idea where she was going so she decided to ask this lady.

"Hey do they have a fencing area here?"

[Eve La'Quinn]

Eve let out a sigh, playing around with her cup of tea, stirring the water around with her tea bag. The scent of lemon citrus began to rise, and she couldn't help but let out a timid groan. Ah, it smelled perfect. Taking on small sip, she savored the drink, feeling the citrus taste seep through her taste buds. She gently placed the cup back on the coffee table and crossed her legs, still waiting for someone to catch her attention.

As though someone was listening in on her thoughts, her attention was called over by a young girl, from the looks of it, probably late into her teens. Her face had a pretty structure, and given some real efforts, she probably could have looked better. If she had a better hairstyle, probably put on a little, or a lot, of make up. It wasn't as though Eve had expected people to look their best, especially since they were heading out their to work out. So naturally, she should be more entranced by people stepping out of the lockers. But the girl made no attempt to want to be ignored. She began walking towards her, bag clutched at hand. She then spoke, asking her a simple question.

Eve raised her eyebrows sharply at the girl. At first, she chose not to respond, because it was obvious that the girl was not asking her something as clerical as inquiring about the facilities. Surely, she didn't look like one of the employees? But when she just stood there, waiting, Eve figured the question was indeed directed at her. "What? Do I look like a clerk? Do I look like I would know if there's a fencing area here?"

All the time, Eve sat in the lounge, her legs still crossed, gently tapping the air. She fought the urge to throw the rest of her hot tea to the girl for asking such a stupid question. She glared at her, her eyes circling the girl. If she didn't watch herself, she was going to get slapped.


ooc: sorry for being meaaaan. But, it's Eve! she's naturally mean, :3