seiltanzer (seiltanzer) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-10-04 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | nightcrawler, wolverine |
Night after night, he returned to the mostly deserted gym
Who: Kurt, open to late night gym goers
What: Late-night workouts
When: Monday evening
Where: The Haven Gym
The gym was deserted at this hour, which is part of why Kurt had come to enjoy working out at this time of night so very much. He was a highly social person, it was not that he was attempting to avoid interacting with anyone, but some things were better explored in private. His body had well recovered from its fight with the Legacy Virus and ever since his little experience during Magneto and the Acolytes departed the Haven, Kurt had assigned himself a new mission. He was working his body just as hard as ever, but he wanted, desperately, to attain a better understanding and control of his newly discovered teleportation. The very thought of announcing to his team leader that he had control over this new element of his mutant powers filled him with excitement and pride. So, night after night, he returned to the mostly deserted gym to work both body, mind and powers.
Given how shy and downright prudish young Wagner could be, he really should have been self conscience in the skin tight acrobat costume he wore, but his years in the circus had driven any such thoughts from his mind. It was a uniform, a garment designed to provide freedom of motion as well as a little flare to make his job of entertaining the audience easier. There was no audience tonight, but he still found it easier to go through his usual workouts without the flutter of loose fabric to distract him. He forced himself to breath, slow and militant as his body hung suspended from the gymnastics rings his arms forming a perfect T with his torso as he worked on his endurance, holding the basic pose as long as he could. Long, lean, compact muscles protested, but held his slim weight as beads of sweat appeared across his velvety fur.
When the familiar, micro-spasm of muscles which signaled near fatigue reached Kurt's mind, he moved forward in the routine, performing a swings to handstand, drawing in another slow breath as he narrowed his glowing eyes. Concentrate, Wagner he told himself as he tucked his chin and released the rings. The earth came rushing quickly at him, his heart racing madly in his chest. Ground. Ground. Ground. Ground. He chanted it over and over in his mind, his body twisting in the air even as he fell, attempting to get his feet under him. If his little experiment failed, it would be better to land on his toes than it would to nose-dive into the mats. They may have provided a little cushion, but they would not stop a broken nose. Verdammich! He thought in a wash of panic, his hands starting to lift to protect his face, when the world before him went black.
BAMF
Smoke cleared from around the blue furred form crouched on the ground, the scent of brimstone lingering heavily around him. It took Kurt a moment to realize that he had teleported successfully, he pressing a hand to his chest with a heavy sigh as the relief filled him. "Gott sei Dank," he whispered gratefully as he crossed himself, a smile lifting his lips. Somehow he felt more energized after the experience. He stretched one arm and kneaded at a tired bicep as he looked thoughtfully up at the rings again.