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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 7:49 pm
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Orion Quin
"There is a beast in man that should be exercised, not exorcised” – Anton Lavey
"Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is. – German Proverb"
☪ Profile:Here☪ Housing:1318 Ombre Housing District☪ Status: Single ☪ Wallet: $1000 ☪ Job: Manager of moon bucks cafe ☪ Mood: Beat ☪ Feeling: Concerned ☪ Thoughts: hmm ☪ OCC: Text ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Orion joined the gym and started towards the track. He jogged for a bit then soon found himself sprinting faster and faster around the track until he could not run any more. He was panting and knew it was time to get going but not before some more coffe. he sniffed the air, but first a shower.
He stepped into the locker room and showered. changed clothes and exited the gym while sending a text
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 6:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 1:06 am
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Carmen was turning into such a lone wolf lately! But what could she say, she traveled too much to keep steady communication with anyone who wasn't family or someone she already worked with. So long best friend who used to come around! She pouted to herself, flashing her membership card at reception before stringing her hair into a ponytail. While she'd started kickboxing lessons a month or so back, this wasn't one of the weekdays she was paired with an instructor. She was here for the hard stuff- crunches, squats and running like a mad man. It was only the wolf in her that made her love getting so worked up and sweaty. It was so gratifying to push her limits, so she supposed that was why she chose a career that was just as physically demanding. But maybe that wasn't true, as she had never been one for frills and spas. If she weren't dancing she'd be a grease monkey in a local garage, cooing over her georgeous baby girl- a Harley for sure.
The thought sent a shiver down her spine. She'd almost saved up enough money now, so either her birthday or or the month after was going to rock. The wolf couldn't help but wiggle her hips excitedly, just imagining her ride across the country over the summer. Anyway! Off subject! Time to get ripped! The wolf made a farting sound with her lips, deciding to run on a treadmill first. She could set her pace and warm up real well before getting to the demanding stuff. She stretched her legs a little while poking at the appropriate buttons, ear buds slipped into her ears the moment she was at a brisk walk. "I like the way you work it- no diggity! I got to back it, back it up~" The song earned a snicker as it was the first to start on her playlist, probably because she'd just saved the station to reccomend to the godlessness heathen who'd claimed never to have heard the genre. Honestly!
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 2:44 am
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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Vixen | Tsubasa Guardian Spirit | Kitsune
❛I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand.
And the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for snow,
But all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep,
,,and there are no words for that.❜
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○I'm feeling hyped.
●I'm speaking to no one at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing comfortable gym clothes.
●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.
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She had already been hanging around the gym since early in the mornings. She hasn't been around as of late, and skipping out on her workout routine wasn't exactly keeping her usual toned body in shape. She frowned. Perhaps she should start dropping by a little more often, stop with her little activities for a short period of time. She supposed getting a drink or two after this wouldn't be so bad, as long as she stayed out of trouble. Her raven locks were tied into a high ponytail, her porcelain features stained with sweat which adds a faint glimmer to her skin. Her loose locks of hair clung onto her face, as she panted. Oh, how she had forgotten that this was something that was quite exhausting.
A jab. And then came a right hook. 'Thud! Thud!' The sound of the punching bag echoed throughout the establishment, and Vixen could feel her hands trembling ever so slightly from exhaustion. She needed to get things off her shoulders, to clean her thoughts of any unnecessary thoughts. All was in the past, and she'd prefer if they'd just stop haunting her memories. However, as tired as she may be for spending hours here, she felt great. It felt nice. The sweat, the rapid beating of the heartbeat. Everything felt.. nice. However, the pain that soon sprouted upon her knuckles would soon destroy whatever pleasant mood she was in. She grabbed her bag and went to the side, wiping off her sweat with the small towel she hung around her neck. Don't tell her..
And that was just it. It seems her bandages were just a little loose yet enough to cause blisters for her skin. She rolled her eyes and huffed. "Great. Just what I needed." she cursed. Her skin was red around her knuckles and she supposed she could keep herself busy with some other things. Her arms were too tired for anymore lifting and she supposed she could start relaxing upon the treadmill. At least for now.
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Out.Of.Crocodiles: thought I'd go ahead and make the first post huehue |
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 10:48 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 12:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 12:48 pm
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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Vixen | Tsubasa Guardian Spirit | Kitsune
❛I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand.
And the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for snow,
But all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep,
,,and there are no words for that.❜
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○I'm feeling hyped.
●I'm speaking to a stranger at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing comfortable gym clothes.
●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.
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Her tails swayed about as she took small steps upon the treadmill. She was simply here to kill time. There was no need to get herself panting heavily over any form of running in the gym. If anything, she much prefer to run outdoors. Better yet, from one rooftop to the other. She'd allow her thoughts to drift, finding it slowly drifting to the night at Sahar's. How disastrous it had been, how she had lost control of her emotions. Vixen shook her head, but she knew just how much bettet she felt after, as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. It felt.. nice. Comforting, if anything. He was a nice guy. That Sahar. She'd chuckle to herself, her footsteps becoming ever so slightly lighthearted, that was until a sudden sound of punches thrown against the punching bags echoed throughout the establishment, instantly snapping her out of her own thoughts and sending her falling to her face on the treadmill. "Ah-.. damn it-..!" she cried out, lifting her arms only to see how the running treadmill had her skin scratched up behind the arm. Vixen frowned, but her injuries were quick to disappear, along with the blisters upon her knuckles. She always had the ability to heal herself, and somehow, it simply slips hrt mind at times. She'd eventually direct her gaze towards the source of the sound, to which she found a man twice her size, throwing heavy punches in the corner. White hair, crimson eyes, along with an eyepatch. The fox, unamused, pushed herself ott the ground, and she'd give a small pout.
"I didn't think it was possible for someone to throw punches that hard. That's quite unfair. I wanna have strength that big, too."
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 2:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 3:03 pm
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Carmen noticed someone else get on a nearby treadmill, and spoiler- that's not surprising in a gym. The wolf only cast a glance because of how they looked. Tails upon tails, a first for her to see for sure. If she thought her long hair was a hassle, she could only imagine...She tapped her lips with her finger, her gaze curving upwards thoughtfully. They were pretty, for sure, and she might mention such if they happened to pass by each other within range of not really having to yell much. How she managed that many was the real question. Only she would be a clumsy olf with that many extra extremities, it probably only made the other girl super graceful. With a hum, she sped her machine up to a moderate jog.
A third person climbed on a machine nearby, she might not have noticed had the tailed woman not gone flying off her own machine a moment later. Carmen visibly jumped, her hands at her mouth after snapping a finger over the stop button. "A-Ah..." The wolf paused, watching the scrapes disappear and the woman save face rather effortlessly. Should she-...It seemed not. With a shake of her head, Carmen climbed back onto her treadmill, one last glance sneaking her late night acquaintance into view. She snorted before giggling, "Hmm, weren't even going to say hi?" She half teased as she recalibrated her machine back to a mild jog.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 5:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 6:42 pm
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Carmen laughed at that confession, surprised and amused he'd admit so. "Well now that you've said it, I have to think it." Her hand fled to her mouth, but it didn't last long after her breathing slipped off track. There was silence while she paced herself, glancing to see how long it'd take before he was glaring forward again. "You seem a bit too dignified for stalking, good sir. I'd say hiring a private investigator is right up your alley." Have somone else get their hands dirty, so to speak. But honestly? He probably had better things to do than wonder about her. He could be a CEO, she'd peg him for that. Maybe a director, something stiff and business oriented. "Although yes, it's surprising to see a boy like you in a place like this." She wrinkled her nose and grinned, looking down to check her stats. Run for half an hour, she'd do that easy!
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 7:55 pm
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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Vixen | Tsubasa Guardian Spirit | Kitsune
❛I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand.
And the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for snow,
But all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep,
,,and there are no words for that.❜
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○I'm feeling hyped.
●I'm speaking to a stranger at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing comfortable gym clothes.
●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.
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It didn't take long for him to make his way towards her once she got his attention, but the fox had already pushed herself off the ground by then. Her skin looking as good as new without a trace of an injury. She supposed she could always return to the punching bags, but seeing how limp her hands were, she thought otherwise. When he'd make a comment against her hopes and dreams to have greater strength, she'd cross her arms, a small huff escaping her lips. "I don't think you'll be saying that when you're as small as me with the world twice your size. What is this? When have people grown so big?" for all she knew, during the time she was created, people were around her height. Specifically around the same height as her. That was why Inari made her out to be that way. Until the universe decided it was time for women to sprout as tall as men did. Vixen heaved a sigh, but she wasn't going to argue with him to begin with. He'd address a fall this time when he spoke up once more. He'd cross his arms, making him seem a lot more intimidating than he already is, but of course, Vixen has met far too many people, been in this world far too long than to be intimidated by people. She returned his gesture, having her own arms cross in front of her as well. "Well, thanks to your heavy punching, that is." she huffed and puffed, but she was quick to follow up on her words, "But.. it was my fault anyway. I guess I got too caught up in my own memories." she shrugged. But there was one thing itching at the back of her mind. A statement she felt she needed to make. Something that felt so unfair. Vixen stepped towards him, her right hand aligned above her head as she tried to see how tall she stood against him, which led her only to his chest area. "You're quite the big man, aren't you? Say, what might your name be? I'm Vixen." countered the woman.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 9:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 10:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 11:36 pm
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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Vixen | Tsubasa Guardian Spirit | Kitsune
❛I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand.
And the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for snow,
But all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep,
,,and there are no words for that.❜
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○I'm feeling hyped.
●I'm speaking to Dominic at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing comfortable gym clothes.
●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.
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She shrugged, and gave a small halfhearted chuckle. Indeed. Everyone has memories of their own. Unpleasant ones and pleasant ones. It all depends on which was more overpowering. For her, it was the former. Her lips eventually curve into a frown, noticing that her negativity had started to get the best of her. Vixen wasn't about to lose her own composure in front of someone she barely knew. It was embarrassing enough that she had broken down in front of Sahar. The woman took a deep breath, and she'd tear her gaze away from him, focusing it on her feet instead. "Emotions. Don't you think we're better off without them? It would be great if we can't feel anything rather than feeling everything all at once. It's overwhelming." she heaved a small sigh, and the fox would eventually wave her hand in a dismissive manner once she lifted her head and met his crimson gaze once more. "Forget what I said." she stated. There was no need to bring down a person's mood even if she was feeling bitter herself. Dominic, his name was. The fox made a mental note to remember that. Vixen turned around, prepared to return to her treadmill, though the sentence he spoke of next seem to have caught her attention. She raised an eyebrow, peeking at him over her shoulder. Treat? Vixen's lips curved into a small smile. Dinner or drinks. The latter sounds just tempting enough for her to say yes. "I've been meaning to stay away from alcohol as of late but.. I suppose a glass or two wouldn't be so bad." his face held little to no emotions at all, but through his voice, she could sense the slight compassion in his tone. "Much more of a gentleman than I thought." she chuckled. She didn't think he'd treat her, or anyone for that matter, to dinner. First impressions were always wrong, she supposed.
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