Roman Turin (lovemenot) wrote in schisms, @ 2019-03-11 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !character: ilsa montrose, !character: roman turin, !complete |
Who: Ilsa and Roman
What: First meeting.
Where: Champion Fitness
When: Thursday, March 7th, 2019
Ratings/warnings: Low! (Not all of his threads are x-rated tyvm,, geez. ;p )
Ilsa stepped out of the room Champion used for group classes like crossfit and yoga and nodded cheerfully at the last of the members from the yoga practice she’d just led. It had been a hot yoga session and she’d gotten a good sweat going, having really led the students through their paces today. It was always fun leading a yoga practice and it helped cover her membership here at the club so she didn’t mind doing it. Still hot from the exercise she wrapped her hoodie around her waist and stuck to the tanktop and leggings she’d worn in the class before heading to the water fountain to refill her bottle. Hydration was something that had been pounded into her during years of martial arts classes and modeling lessons both, and she took it seriously. Once that was done she’d do some weight training for her muscles and tk both before calling it a day. --- A million things could be on the docket to do and Roman would find time to go to a local gym- no registration or membership required. Many of the upper Chrysalis members around him had some kind of combat experience or desire, but anything he knew had been learned late in life. His focus had always been flexibility and muscle control over learning how to drop a person physically, after all he could do that with his mind far easier than his own body. Or, if he needed, he would have someone else do it. Hair pulled back in a short tuft of a ponytail, Roman walked over to refill his water bottle and take a small break. “Hey,” he nodded toward the woman before him. His eyes and smile always had a boyish mischievousness about them, a Peter Pan-equese nature that he could hold onto even while destroying people on a mission. The twinkle in his eyes ever bright with confidence. “You just led that yoga class, right? Is it usually full?” He had been pointed toward yoga once, given his interest and improving-skill in acrobatics. Where many used the ‘stretch cage’ for its intended use, Roman’s usage of it had a gymnastic twist. --- Ilsa couldn’t help but smile back, even if all she really wanted to do was fill her water bottle and hit the weights. But he was cute and had asked a legitimate question, so she was inclined to put off the weights for just a little bit. “That’s right.” She finished filling her bottle and stepped aside so he could do the same. “It depends on the weather tae be honest. If it’s one extreme or the other, there’s nae a lot of people who show up, but there’s usually room for one more if someone wants to join in. Have you ever done it before?” Ilsa looked him up and down, he seemed fit enough so that wasn’t a problem. --- A larger grin spread across his face as she responded. Roman knew New York City was full of thousands of languages and dialects, but it was still a surprise to hear a Scot speak in the midst of new york accents. She had a nice smile to go along with her surprising accent. To say anything about her looks beyond that would be stating the obvious. Roman had no ‘types’ in his interests; no defined genders, hair colours, eye colours or skin tones. The woman kept herself fit and nothing needed to be said beyond that. Chewing on his bottom lip, he filled his water bottle and turned around to face her once again. “I haven’t tried it yet. Some of my friends suggested it to me and I hadn’t gotten around to inquiring about it until I saw the class starting when I got here. I’ve done gymnastics for a few years, so I don’t see why I’d make too much of a fool of myself attempting yoga.” His voice was both light and dark swirling, churning, and melodic in its dual nature. --- The lack of staring was noted and taken as a positive. Ilsa liked compliments as much as the next girl, but it got old when people constantly had trouble looking her in the eye. She was here to work out, not hook up. “Gymnastics is a good way to stay flexible, no doubt about that.” She agreed. “It’s a little different as it isn’t just about the pose, but I’m sure you’d understand the movements and poses without much difficulty. The schedule and sign up sheet at the front desk if you want to try it out.” She stuck out a hand. “I’m Ilsa, you are?” ---- Compliments were one thing, compliments at the gym to a stranger, even Roman thought that was a bit too aggressive. The gyms that promoted no judgment zones did so through defining what judgment they were talking about- that did not stop people from judging, leering, or making others feel uncomfortable. Roman preferred his interactions with people about making them comfortable- unless he was trying to kill them. Nodding, he looked over to the desk briefly showing he was listening and considering it. Yoga was said to help more than just the body, but a form of mental relaxation too. Or so he had heard. “I’m Roman.” He smiled, innocent and boyish. When cleaning shaved- which he preferred- he could look a lot younger than he was, but it was his dark eyes that held a twinkle always that really created the illusion. “Nice to meet you,” he said shaking her hand. --- “Likewise.” She had to admit he had a nice smile. If he turned out to be a regular at yoga practice maybe she’d get to know him better. But for now she’d filled her water bottle and answered his question. “Hopefully I’ll see you at practice then. If ye’ve no other questions there’s weights calling my name.” Neither one of them was here to blether on and flirt, so she’d get back to her workout. --- “I’m off to go sign up for your next session.” Roman winked. “Then I should probably cut my time here short.” He would have gladly flirted and he had other exercises to get to, but the list of other things to get to had piled up. Or maybe he could attempt to get some sleep without the use of specialized yoga techniques. Cardio then home became the plan. “I’ll see you around.” With that, he took a sip from his water bottle and headed towards the treadmills. |