Who: Miles and Josie. What: Working out/Tanning currently. When: Early afternoon. Where: Silver Shores beach. Rating: PG-13, s'pose?
Miles had woken up a little later than usual this morning, his sleeping patterns clearly getting worse and worse as time went on. Going days without sleep, his body had just grown accustom to collapsing due to sleep deprivation. This was the norm for him. Sunlight slipped through the shades of his bedroom window, a beautiful day almost anticipating his waking. With that in mind, Miles had decided to hit up the beach. Get in a workout session, tan, swim for a bit. Jumping out of bed and hopping in the shower, he had a feeling in his gut that today might not be too bad.
Then again, I have a laundry list of good feelings gone bad...
[Twenty Minutes later.]
There was a certain sense of self-satisfaction when he saw his car out in the driveway, putting the key into the ignition had an effect all it's own on him. The Titanium Silver Dodge Charger's engine roared with sheer strength and power. It was the definition of a muscle car. Miles had just bought her a few months ago, began customizing her to his liking. It was his baby. After a few more moments of admiration, he began pulling out of the driveway and heading out around town, rather through it. The outer rim of Frye Island was rather pleasant and was, in his mind, alot faster then through the center of town. The beach came up on his horizon line, Miles quickly noticing that it was practically empty. Pulling into a spot in the parking lot bordering the beach, he opened his car door, water bottle and cigarettes in hand. The beach had a playground, which he used as his own personal workout space.
His black tank top clung to his torso firm, putting emphasis on the framework of his muscles. Overall, Miles' body was beastly... Though he was slender, his body was incredibly toned for his age. Hopping into a quick step whilst scissor stretching his arms, Miles entered the playground. Going for the monkey bars first, Miles would begin his first set of pull-ups. His usual workout regiment usually involved five sets of pyramid exercises. Going from dead hang pull-ups, to sit-ups, then push-ups. After five sets of each, a light/weighted two mile jog would follow afterwards. He tried to squeeze that workout session in at least five times a week. For the longest time growing up Miles wanted to become a professional Boxer/Samboist. As time when on, though, this became unrealistic. His criminal record of assaults didn't help the matter either.
I won't eat another poisoned apple~! Though, I've grown to like the taste~!
Completing his workout in a decent time, Miles had decided to take it easy for a bit. Lay out in the sun and just relax, maybe take a tip in the water later. Travelling back to his car to grab a towel, he'd walk back out onto the sand and spread it down. Whipping off his tank top, Miles exposed his toned body. With a well-defined six pack, traps, and biceps... He was looking pretty fucking good and he knew it. He'd fumble for his fresh pack of Marlboro Red's and lighter in his shorts pockets. With a quick motion, he pull out a cigarette and light it. Dropping his items on the towel to the side, he'd crouch and lay front side up to the sun. Taking a deep pull and exhaling, his lips pursed and whispered to himself in gaelic.