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Post by simba on Feb 19, 2011 20:29:58 GMT -5
Xave had a mission and one mission only. He had been in his bed most of the day and he felt lazier than ever. If he hated anything, and he did, he hated feeling like he was slob and lazy. It made him feel fat, even though he was nowhere near chubby or fat. He immediately hopped over to his mirror, looking at himself in it. He raised his arm, flexing his biceps and triceps. He was proud of his body. Well, who wouldn't be? His body was pretty much perfect. From his 8 pack to his calf muscles. Even "Little Johnny" was more impressive than most. As he laughed at himself, he walked away, putting on his workout gear. He remained shirtless, slipping on some black and white basketball shorts. He threw on a pair of black Adidas and a black wristband. Adding his black sunglasses and his duffle bag filled with his water bottle and other things, he was ready to go.
He arrived at the Gym Hall, only to see that the entire place was full. This couldn't be happening. He needed his daily workout routine! He was apart of his life! He went up to the gym attendant, his face scrunched up with anger.
"Umm, excuse me. Why is the gym so full? I demand to know an answer!"
He was not playing around with them this time. He came here two weeks before and they were just as full. Today, he felt uber fat and he needed this! When the attendant just glared at him, he pulled out his check book. Writing the attendant a $1000 dollar check, he handed it to him.
"Well, since you didn't answer quickly, now I'm forcing them out. I'm buying out the gym space for myself and any other of my celebrity friends today." He winked at the woman before walking into the hall.
"Listen up! Time to get out! The gym is closing early." As he people slowly gathering their stuff and headed from the door, he smirked while tapping his foot. It was fun being a celebrity.
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Post by Chad Princeton on Feb 20, 2011 21:43:51 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Chad had been in the middle of a good work out session. He had just finished a 5k run on the treadmill, a good number of reps at the pull up bar and now he was working on his biceps. He had been bench pressing his fifth set, when he heard the gym intercom announce that all the people had to leave at once. He paid no attention to it at first, ignoring the other gym goers that were whining as they made their way back to the lockers. It wasn't until one of the personal trainers went up to him and asked him to leave that he got pissed. Ignoring the sweat dripping down his face, he marched down to the main counter, wondering what was going on. He casually slipped in front of the counter, ignoring the other man standing there.
"Hey miss. I'd just like to ask why everyone's being thrown out of the gym? I'm not done yet, and I was really looking forward to working up a good sweat," he asked the attendant calmly, trying to work his charms on the girl. He flashed her a smile, leaning a bit forward, placing his arms on the desk, making sure that the girl had a clear view of his well-built arms. He knew what he was doing to the girl, and he did that to most people, making sure he got what it is that he wants. Sure, it seemed like a petty thing, fighting for rights at the gym, but he had a date later on, and he wanted to get a full workout before he had to leave. Glancing over to the girl's chest and catching the label on her name tag, he continued.
"Come on, Michelle," he said her name with a bit of a slur, rolling the sound of her name in his tongue before he continued. "You wouldn't want me to go out of shape, would you? I mean, it'd be a waste, woudln't it?" He flexed his arms, flashing off his muscles to the girl before tracing over his sweat-covered biceps with his fingers. It was only then when he realized the other guy was still there. He excused himself for a bit from the dazed girl, and turned to the guy.
"D'you mind, buddy? We're having a conversation here," he spat out, making sure that his words only reached the ears of the person he was talking to.
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Post by Philip Kingston on Feb 22, 2011 17:45:40 GMT -5
THERE WAS A TIME I WAS everything [/color]  && nothing ALL IN ONE[/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ah, there was nothing like a nice run after one of the worst days of a man’s life. The soft thump of the treadmill under his sneakered feet, the loud thumping of rock music coursing through his ears…oh yeah, this was definitely enough to make all those ‘I wanna punch you in the face’ muscles relax.
Nope, he wasn’t going to think about that annoying promoter who called him a ‘good ‘ol boy,’ as if it were a bad thing. Nor would he think about the way the millionaire turned his nose up at him, before demanding yet another photo shoot out in the boonies for some cologne or another. All he was going to think about was the fact that he was away from the jackass and that plotting the old guy’s murder was not as productive as working himself into oblivion.
“Whab, whab. Whab, whab, whab…WHAB WHAB WHAB WHAB!”
From over the loud thumping of his music, Phil could just manage to make out someone’s raised, angry voice. Was there going to be yet another fight in the gym? Rolling his eyes, Phil pressed the pause button on the treadmill console and leaned forward on the bars as he caught his breath. Some of these guys really needed to lay off the happy juice, he thought to himself with a little grumble. Because today, he was seriously not in the mood to have some sweaty guy smash into his side because he’d ‘breathed in his opponent’s general direction,’ or some shit.
It was with that mindset that, when he turned around to face the source of all the noise and paused as he pulled one earbud out.
“Ah hell, Xav; I should’a known it was you doing all the yowling,” He called out with a laugh. While everyone proceeded to troop toward the locker rooms like good little boys and girls, he strolled over to his friend.
When another man’s voice growled out something very unhappy, Phil sighed and eyed the football player. “I feel like I should be reminding you to think of your happy place right now.”
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Post by simba on Feb 22, 2011 19:54:24 GMT -5
Xave was getting antsy. He was tired of waiting for the nobodies in this gym to leave. He was a freaking celebrity for Christ's sake! He was the star quarterback for the Faraway Giants and led them to win the Superbowl this year, and this is how they repaid him? Didn't they learn that time is money? And money is everything! Xave felt the blood in his system begin to boil as his foot subconsciously started to tap at a rapid pace. Eye twitching softly, he cleared his throat so the worker lady would notice him still standing there. But that failed as some random douchebag came up to her and talking to her.
"Umm....still waiting...."
Still no answer as the blonde haired boy who looked like he should be surfing in California continued to flirt with the woman. He was about 1.5 seconds away from getting punched in the face. He calmed himself down though. Since he was a celebrity, he had to keep his cool. The paparazzi were everywhere! Probably even in the gym! He started to look around, just in case, but didn't see anything. As he sighed, he looked back and they were still talking! The dude looked at Xavier and started to berade him for standing there. Xave balled his fist up immediately, ready to jab him in his temple.
"Yeah, I do. And if you got a problem with that, deal with it."
As he glared at the guy, he heard a familiar voice yelling from the treadmill area. He looked over there, confused as to how was calling him AND why they called him by his first name as if they were friends. As he spotted the brown muscular guy, he shook his head in disbelief. Of course, Phil would be there the day he kicks everyone out. He growled softly at Chad, before walking over to Phil. Before he reached him, he looked back. "You got five minutes to get out. Got it? Good." Looking back at Phil, who had walked over to him instead, he chuckled and hit him on the shoulder.
"You see this? This is what happens when I don't get my way. That little fuck over there actually had the audacity to get in my face! He's lucky I'm calm right now...."
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Notes: Ugh, shitty post. Sorry! xD
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Post by Chad Princeton on Feb 25, 2011 1:29:44 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Chad ignored as the dumb looking caveman cleared his throat, as though begging for attention. Didn't he see that he was busy talking to lovely Michelle here? That guy was in serious need of manners. It wasn't until he spoke to the guy that he realized who he was. He was one of the quarterbacks for the Faraway Giants. Um, what was his name? Herbert something. He didn't care. But he was sure that he was a sports player of sorts. He was sure he had seen his picture somewhere. Part of him knew that these sports guys were asses, only acting nice to maintain good press, and this encouter just reinforced his point.
He continued to flirt with the girl, eyeing the guy through the corner of his eyes. It seemed he called for backup, yet another one of his football goons. He head the threat that he had made, but he deliberately ignored him. Instead, he turned his attention back to the girl. "So, why's everyone being sent out?" he asked her, and it was then when he was told that it was the same asshole that stood a couple of feet away that made everyone leave, saying something about celebrity treatment and paying off the girl. Chad raised his eyebrows at her, wondering what she was thinking. He was sure that his father wouldn't approve of establishments taking 'bribes' to give special treatment to other people. "Listen, Michelle. I'll let this one slide, okay? But the next time this guy, or any one else bothers you with something stupid like this, let us know," he replied, writing down the number of his father's office in a scrap piece of paper before reaching down at the counter for the intercom microphone.
"Attention, gym goers. Please ignore the previous announcement. You can go back and enjoy your workout now," he announced, earning some faint complaints from the random strangers around them. It was then when he turned to face the football player, a smug look on his face. He heard what he had said, and he wasn't about to back down from anything. He wasn't in the mood to be messed with.
"Little fuck? Surely you don't mean me, right?" he asked, raising his eyebrows provokingly. Let's just see him try to do anything. It'd make his day entirely to have a reason to send this guy's ass to jail. "Lucky you're calm? Well, shouldn't we change that?" Chad exclaimed, taking a couple of steps closer and pressing his hands on the man's shoulder and shoving him lightly. "Sorry. Was that getting too much in your face?"
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Post by Gaile on Mar 15, 2011 9:44:22 GMT -5
 I'M THE NEW CANCER[/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A black Chevy Corvette pulled up outside the gym on what was a mild and otherwise luminous day. The door of the expensive - yet stolen - vehicle opened, revealing a slender leg wearing black leather pants, foot clad in matching stiletto heels which had the potential, if used in a certain way, to take someone's eye out. Coming to a stand, the wearer - a curvy blonde woman wearing a leather jacket and black shades - eyed the property, her lips curling into a contented smirk. The sky immediately began to grow dull and heavy, a strong gale picking up and rustling through the trees that lined the sidewalk. She viewed some gym members leaving the building and slammed the door of the car shut before slinking towards the Gym Hall entrance without another look back. Time for a little workout.
Walking past the reception desk without a care in the world, she headed towards the main gym area, before a female voice reached her ears; a pissed one at that.
"Hey, hey! Lady! You can't just walk in. Where the heck is your pass? No pass, no entry. Who do you think you are barging in here like that? A Titan? I don't think so."
Pausing in her tracks, the blonde about-turned and arched a brow at the receptionist before striding up to her - her heels giving her the height she lacked so that she towered over the other woman. Reaching a hand out, her perfectly manicured fingers running smoothly across the silver name badge that sat nestled above the receptionist's right breast, the blonde ripped the tag from the t-shirt and brought it to her eyes, lowering her shades to examine it.
"Well Michelle, I guess today is your lucky day. Depending on how you look at it", she drawled, bringing the badge to her lips and running her tongue across the metal swiftly before throwing it aside.
"Oh hell naw, Blondie! That's it, get the fuck outta this gym before I -!"
The mysterious blonde raised a finger to her lips, tauntingly. She smirked at the woman's expression - torn between rage, confusion and intrigue. The Kat hadn't been joking when she told them that toying with the humans would be fun. And she was just getting started. She raised her right hand, summoning a ball of light then enclosing it tight with her left now too - the blue glow seemed to glow and eminate sparks until it was the size of a human head. The lights flickered and a fierce wind blew, the blonde finally releasing the ball of electricity as it pushed it's way furiously towards Michelle, blasting her into the nearest wall as her body pulsed and tremored like crazy; 1000 volts searing through her flesh.
Ignoring the terrified screams of the other workers and gym members as they ran for the doors, the woman examined her nails as though nothing had happened, giving a small shrug. Eyeing the decor, she crinkled her nose in distaste and caused a huge wind and lightning storm to build up, making the entire front lobby quake.
A coffee machine blew up, as did the computers, while the lady strode through to the gym area - the electricity crackling throughout her body. Observing the only three males who stood before her, she removed her leather jacket and shades, throwing them aside and licking her lips hungrily.
"Hello boys", she purred, her electric blue eyes alight with amusement. "I'm Gaile, and I'll be your fitness instructor for today."
Her voice was clear, but sultry. Raising both her hands now as a huge electric forcefield was created before her, she blasted the blond guy onto a treadmill, the machine going haywire and speeding up by the second until smoke began to rise from it. The rest of the machines followed suit, lights still flickering overhead. The music from a sound system in the corner grew louder, Electric Six's "Danger! High Voltage" blaring around the trembling gym.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -• B E C A U S E Y O U S A Y S O •UNDER YOUR BREATH[/b][/size][/font] 668 WORDS | COMPLETE | TAGS - THE THREE PRINCES | OUTFIT - SEE PIC
LYRICS BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
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Post by Chad Princeton on Mar 16, 2011 17:05:54 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Chad had been too busy getting up in the face of the rather annoying guy in front of him that he didn't notice the screams that Michelle, the receptionist, had been directing towards the new woman. The man was focused on teaching the abusive football player a lesson on humility. The last thing he wanted to encounter was one of those big-headed celebrity types, thinking that they deserved special treatment over regular citizens. He stood firmly on the ground, pulling up the sleeves of his shirt, getting ready in case the brute decided to try and hit back. He was ready for him. He looked over to his other friend, knowing that he could probably have taken him on too, but he didn't seem too aggressive.
It was only when he heard a sharp sizzling sound, followed by a loud crash that he got distracted from the muscled guy. He quickly turned his head to the source of the sound and saw the main desk shattered into pieces, everything else on top of it singed with small embers dancing around. And on the seat, the rather beautiful receptionist remained motionless. Chad took a step back, shocked at what had happened. She looked like her skin had been burned off of her, like when a piece of plastic touches a bit of flame: the whole thing shrivels up and then melts. That was how the girl looked like. Chad had to control himself to keep from throwing up at the sight.
The entire lobby shook, as did the trees and the leaves outside. Most of the people in the gym weren't waiting for another announcement. Instead, they had already began running out of the building, knowing that would be the smartest thing to do. Sparks flew all around as the various equipment around them began combusting. He threw his hands over his head, hoping to keep any shrapnel out of his head. It was then when the girl spoke, though he could barely understand what it was that she had said. Before he could process anything that was happening, he was flying through the air, feeling a jolt of electricity running through his body. He landed with a hard thud on top of one of the treadmills, and as he landed on the conveyor belt that was going haywire, he was tossed against the wall, his back slamming loudly against it.
Darkness. Chad was sure that at that moment, he was already dead. He couldn't move his body, because everytime he tried moving, a strong charge would run down through his veins, instantly shocking him. For what seemed like hours, he remained sprawled on the floor until he finally got the strength to stand up. He put out the small ember that had began to slowly eat at his shirt. Chad's knees shock, barely able to stand properly. He limped towards the girl, ready to give her a piece of his mind.
"What the hell is your prob-" he began, yelling loudly over the music, but as he saw who exactly he was talking to, his train of thought began to vanish, no longer remembering any sense of coherence. A beautiful woman stood before him, leather jacket and shades laying on the floor near her. Her leather jeans and stilettos were more than a welcoming sight to the young man but something else caught his keen attention. "...You l-look kind of familiar..." he told the girl, not entirely expecting a reply from her. The girl was hot, that was for certain. However, it that wasn't what kept Chad's eyes focused on her. The odd sense of familiarity was creeping up on him. Hopefully, it was just a coincidence.
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