fbiblond (fbiblond) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-17 18:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | chelsea, emily, molly, phoenix, sean |
Working things out
Who: Sean, Molly, Open to everyone who works out in the morning...
Where: Arete Deck –
When:
The light drizzle hadn’t deterred Sean from his run. Rain in his nightmares, rain in his waking hours. It’d be poetic if it weren’t depressing. He was breathing hard, sweaty and only slightly damp when he made it down the few floors to the gym. If Molly woke him at crack of dawn o’clock than she was going to work out as well.
As he suspected, Molly was in the gym. He hadn’t expected her to be hanging upside down by her knees from the chin-up bar. He wasn’t about to ask how she got there. Most likely jumped. He stood before her, feet shoulder width, hands on hips. “What are you doing?”
“Changing my perspective.” She stated simply. Her arms dangled limply towards the floor. “Blood goes to the brain to think. Back stretches but I never gain height. Gym in the gym to get up top and downwise. Missed Yogi without the bear yesterday. Might have liked being bendy. If I fall maybe things will tumble into place.”
“No, they won’t.” Sean’s tone was sharp. His whole body tensed at the idea of her falling. “Down you get.”
Molly sighed and did an inverted sit up to grab the bar. She unfolded her knees until she was folded in half before pushing off with her feet on the wall to do a back flip, landing on bended knees, arms outstretched then straightening up. Gym in the gym. She turned her head to look at Sean. “I’ll be over there on the road to nowhere.” She headed over to the stationary bikes.
He understood her speech, but he sometimes didn’t understand her.
He moved to the weight machine. He had to keep working his shoulder to keep it from stiffening. A gunfight a few years back had pierced his thigh and shoulder, missing anything vital, but leaving scars and a tendency to aching if not worked properly.