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Post by Andrew Saxon II on Sept 11, 2008 2:42:15 GMT -5
Andrew was once again sitting in the lifeguard tower watching over the lap swimmers of the day. It was becoming a mechanical job to him. Constantly he found himself slowly taking a mental note of all the people swimming as he scanned the pool left to right, back and forth. Every time he scanned and noticed a person missing, he always felt the slight shock of worry that they may be under the water somewhere, slowly losing their grasp upon their own life. Then, after frantically scanning the pool and surroundings closer, the young man would feel relief as he noticed the person was walking away from the pool or no one was drowning.
He didn't know when this had become such a mindless job to him, but suddenly it now was. The curly haired man sighed in disbelief. It would have been much more fun if it was an outdoor pool perhaps. But he couldn't complain at the moment. It was not like the pay was bad, or the job was completely unbearable. It wasn't a typical public pool where you had to worry about people who didn't know how to swim. It was a work out pool where most patrons know how to swim, and the ones who don't busy themselves with the other forms of working out.
Lost in thought and concentration of watching the swimmers, Andrew didn't notice his relief coming up beside the lifeguard tower. It took the other lifeguard a few calls of Andrew's name before the young man finally realized he was off of work now. Andrew chuckled to himself as he walked to the staff locker room. It was another mindless ritual of stripping nude and putting on regular clothes except for what clothes he decided to put on today. He wanted to work out some, but because of being near the pool so much he did not want to swim for a work out today.
He pulled on some comfortable work out shorts that were loose and airy, but not have the baggy, delinquent look that the youth didn't care for. He tied the string to his shorts and slid it down the front, inside his shorts and pulled out a plain dark blue shirt. The only thing that stood out was on his left sleeve was "H20 Polo". The young man liked this shirt quite a bit. It was given to him by the USC representative that scouted him out. The Trojan logo was actually on the other sleeve. It symbolized the chance that the athlete once had at a university. Instead, now he was a lifeguard. Andrew wasn't quite decided yet if he considered it a complete failure though as he was now enrolled into community college.
Mr. Saxon exited the staff locker room stretching his arms at the same time. Multi-tasking at it's best as he walked along the array of free weights and machines stretching while deciding what to do. He stopped in front of a mirror lined while and bent over to touch his toes, but ended up going further and placed his hands flat onto the ground and felt the stretch. It was relaxing to him, and helped him, as it would to anyone, prep for working out.
Standing up, Andrew peered into the mirrors looking at the reflection of the gym and spotting only one open treadmill. Figuring a mile run wouldn't be a bad warm up, so the young man turned around and stepped up on the treadmill sandwich between the occupied ones. He stood off the conveyor belt and turned on the machine and began running on the ever lasting platform.
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Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Sept 11, 2008 15:52:40 GMT -5
» Kenadie didn't come here as often as she really wanted to. Sure, she was definitely up to staying fit, but damn was her schedule busy. When she wasn't busy with the local police department, she was resting up for drill weekends. She did come here occasionally, but, still wanting to have something resembling a social life, the last couple of times she'd had a free day or two she'd spent them... well, hammered. Needless to say, that never ended well. She never did manage to keep a full stock of booze in her fridge at home- God help her if there was a surprise inspection of her apartment- and usually found herself at one of the local bars. And, of course- unlucky her, right?- the last three times she'd gone, she'd ended up waking up next to random guys she didn't particularly want to talk to any more. Well, maybe, once they'd forgotten all about the drunkenness. In any case, Kenadie, having grown up slightly from the experiences, decided that going to the gym, while not the most relaxing activity in the world, was a much better use of her rare day off than getting drunk. At least if she went home with a guy here- not that she anticipated such a thing- she would remember his name in the morning.
» The Olympic was pretty big, and so when Kenadie first walked in, she wasn't sure what to do first. She supposed some sort of warm-up would be a good idea- the last thing she needed was to injure herself because she failed to stretch, as that would only trap herself on the couch and give her yet another excuse to get smashed. No, thank you! So she figured the weight room- or whatever the hell they were calling it now-a-days- was a good place to start. She could always play tennis or something later, and maybe finish up with a swim, if only to cool down. Entering the weight room, she suddenly remembered that she still needed to change, and turned around, exiting the room. Silly Kenadie, always spacing out. She was lucky she remembered to wear pants when she went out, half the time. She went into a nearby bathroom- no way in hell was she going into the actual changing room, and getting naked where anyone could see- and changed into red shorts that said "marines" on the one leg in yellow letters, a grey shirt that said the same thing, only in black letters, and white running shoes. Of course, she couldn't forget her tunes- she brought out her red iPod nano and put it in a black arm band which she then wrapped around her left arm. As always, the headphones were strung up through her shirt, so that, if she needed to talk to someone, she could just left the headphones rest on her collar, instead of letting them dangle down while she spoke.
» She took her bag into the changing room and stuffed it into a locker, which she then placed her own combination lock on and shut firmly. Her phone, ID, and pretty much her entire existence was in that bag, and she'd be damned if anyone was going to steal it. Satisfied that the locker was impermeable, she left the locker room and entered the weight room once again, suddenly frowning. She'd walked in right behind another guy, and almost considered running ahead of him, but instead was polite, and look what it got her- he'd taken up the last treadmill. She wasn't up to the free weights just yet, nor any of the other assorted equipment around the room. There was a solution to this. Leaning coolly against the wall, she watched the runners, waiting for one to move. Eventually, the one to the left of the guy she'd walked in behind left, and she sprinted over to take his spot- even though nobody else looked like they wanted to be there, she wasn't taking any chances. She stood to the side, pushed the up arrow until she was satisfied with the number on the screen- and, having gotten a quick glance at others' numbers, hers was a little higher than most- and jumped on, running fast. Of course, spacey as she was, she'd left her headphones dangling from her collar, and the iPod off. Wow, was she dumb.
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Post by Andrew Saxon II on Sept 12, 2008 4:17:27 GMT -5
After a bit of warming up his calf muscles and jogging slowly, Andrew finally turned up the speed of his treadmill to really start his work out. He seemingly computer type machine told him he was already nearing half a mile in distance and the male figured a good work out would be three to five miles before moving on. Normally if he was swimming he would swim at least a twenty meter warm up consisting of swimming, pulling, kicking and drills. He was in fact taking this idea and trying to apply it on a dry land work out. He figured a good run before an actual work out would be equivalent.
The young man closed his eyes for a second and imagined running outside, along the beach, maybe even in the sand for an added work out. He found it very disturbing as his body knew he was in one place and caused him to have to recheck his balance. He quickly opened his eyes and thought twice about even blinking from now on.
Running a long side the other two runners, he felt as if they were in a marathon. Each of them tied, and going for a neck to neck race. In reality they were all on treadmills, but his peripheral vision was playing tricks with his mind. And almost immediately he felt triumph as the started taking the lead over the person to his left. He smirked slyly to himself as he turned his head for a quick moment and watched the person leave the treadmill only to have someone replace the person quickly.
Andrew was impressed by the females physique. He's seen some pretty strong and muscular women before, usually through water polo, but it never ceased to surprise him when he would encounter a new female that was built. Still, in an appropriate and attractive kind of way, it still was a bit intimidating. What guy wouldn't be intimidated by a girl who could give them a black eye and mean it. The young man gulped at the thought and turned back forward and concentrated on his running. He was beginning to break a sweat now and could feel his body get the moist feeling.
Taking a break from pumping his arms, Andrew continued to run while reaching down for the bottom of his shirt and lifting it to his face. Turning his glance toward the right he wiped down the left side of his face and vice versa. While taking a gandering look to the other side, he noticed the woman who had just got on the treadmill was already running at a speed faster than him. Now Andrew couldn't help but to feel like he was intimidated a little more. It was feisty in a way, and knew it wasn't on purpose, but he couldn't help to imagine it so. He smirked as he reached forward and increased his speed rate to being slightly faster than hers and turned to look at her once more. It was more of an action to check in on his masculinity for the most part and to size up his competition. Watching the way she was running he chuckled at how two little dangling ear buds from the top of her shirt jumped like beans from her motion.
"Hey!" Andrew called out to her loud enough to get her attention but not any one else's. He smirked at her while continuing his running stride and waved to insure her it was indeed him who called out to her. "Might want to secure those little babies," Andrew said pointing toward her chest at the hopping iPod ear buds.
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Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Sept 12, 2008 16:44:10 GMT -5
» Kenadie was, by nature, a very competitive person, and it was all she could do not to go around and take note of everybody's number on the treadmill and make sure she was faster than them; which was why she was staring straight ahead, lost in her own little world, because if she were to look around and see a number higher than her own, she would just have to make her own number higher, and then would probably make an ass of herself. She wasn't going her fastest right now, truth be told, which betrayed her competitive nature, but hey, the whole purpose of coming here was for something to do, and it wasn't like she really needed any hardcore conditioning, since she was already pretty damn fit. Getting into a sporadic running contest with some random person would be a great way to ruin a good time.
» She was pulled out of her half-daydream by a guy's voice. What the hell? she thought. The gym was for exercise, not striking up conversations with other people on treadmills. She first looked to her one side, and the guy there was also in his own little world- obviously, he wasn't the one who had spoken to her. She looked to her other side to see a guy waving "Might want to secure those little babies." He was pointing at her chest- and her thoughts, of course, went to the obvious. "My boobs are just fine, asshole," she half-growled, having not even noticed the ear buds, or considered he could be talking about anything else. Kenadie was no prude, and she could make perverted jokes with the best of them, but still, that was just something you didn't do to her, call her boobs tiny. She was damn well aware they were not double-D's or even close, but what was she supposed to do? It wasn't like the Marines actually encourages implants, or that she would ever get them anyway. She was fine with herself, and anyone who said anything about her form could go to hell.
» Ever the semi-violent short-tempered one, Kenadie's first instinct was to smash the guy's nose in. She actually lifted one hand up and started to swing at him, but then she stumbled. She'd taken her attention off of the treadmill, and in doing so had allowed herself to slow down too much, and was in danger of falling off. She grabbed the bars on the side to steady herself before resuming her pace from before, but also shooting an angry glance at the guy. She wasn't sure what made her do so, but she looked down and finally saw the ear buds, and nearly slapped herself upside the head. Of course he was talking about those! God, why did she have to assume every guy was a pig? "Oh! Oh my god. I'm sorry." Apologizing wasn't something Kenadie did often, so when she did it was usually only because she wanted to stay out of trouble, or because she knew she was in the wrong, hardcore. She pushed the slow down button on the treadmill, and her speed gradually reduced. She didn't really want to listen to any music, and because she had no pockets in her shorts, she would have to put the iPod in her locker. Stepping off the treadmill, she leaned over, hands on her knees, catching her breath.
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Post by Andrew Saxon II on Sept 13, 2008 0:51:00 GMT -5
Andrew was taken back when she furiously yelled at him about her lady region. She told him that her that her boobs were fine which Andrew agreed with. "Well, yes they are but that's not-" Andrew found himself saying out loud. He found himself getting flustered. This was not what he meant at all. He was so nervous now at this point now that everyone in the gym seemed to be watching the two cautiously as they slowed their work outs. Andrew wasn't trying to sexually harass the girl, he was only trying to tell her about her ear phones.
Stricken dumbfounded, Andrew tripped forward and felt his weight tipping forward. He reached out to his sides and grabbed the bars connected to his machine that were situated there for such a situation. He stepped off the treadmill platform on the side and let the rubber mat stop rotating and come to a stop as he caught his breath.
Andrew turned and looked at the girl running furiously in a huff and watched her stumble and catch herself on the bars. He had the urge to reach forward to help her and catch her if needed, but he didn't want to add to the fire of being some moronic pig of some sort. He knew better than to hit on strong intimidating girls to begin with anyway. He wasn't trying to get kicked in the groin region or anything, he had enough of that during water polo season.
When Andrew saw she finally saw what he was talking about, he was finally relieved. After people heard her apologize to him, he could feel the many glances on them shift away. It was freeing of a burden and the young man could only assume that was how it felt to be famous and watched constantly. Andrew stepped off his Treadmill and stood next to the hunched forward female. He picked up his shirt and wiped his face with it again before letting it go to stick to his body again.
"You okay? Sorry about that. I really didn't mean to interrupt your run," Andrew said chuckling at the irony of how this was turning out so far. It went from good work out, to trying to be a fellow Olympian member, to almost becoming charged with sexual harassment. He could only imagine how such a charge would affect him. He didn't need any more bad things happening to him. He was still sadden whenever the thought about the loss of his scholarship from USC.
"Marines huh?" Andrew asked as he happened to give her the elevator look started from ground level and working his way up to the penthouse, then to the roof and backdown to ground level. He noticed her outfit was from the Marines and was able to put two and two together as she was built like one as well. He was glad she didn't jump up from her treadmill and kick his ass now. It was very possible he could have walked out of the gym today with a couple of black eyes and a hurt pride and man hood, plus tons of bruises.
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Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Sept 13, 2008 22:38:21 GMT -5
» Sometimes Kenadie yelled at people just for the sake of yelling at them. She might say something about calling the cops- even though she was one, and technically she could arrest him herself if she felt like it- but it's not like she would ever actually do it. She was no prude, and honestly didn't care if someone was saying rude things to her, or coming onto her, though actually saying something about the size of her boobs might strike a chord. She might take a swing or two at whomever's face, but she wouldn't actually ever dream or making a lawsuit out of it. It just wasn't her thing; and she found it kind of funny when people got worried about it.
» Yeah, damn straight you better be sorry, she thought. She hated it when people interrupted anything, especially when she was working out. Oh, why did gyms have to be such social places? She hated socializing, because, as far as she was concerned, all people were morons that were way below her academic level. maybe that wasn't completely true, but it was much easier to make a wraparound statement like that than to add on the "except a few". Too much effort. Still, she just flinched her shoulders in a half-shrug as if she didn't really care. She would have said "whatever", except for the fact that she knew damn well if she opened her mouth now it would only be to tell him what an asshole he was, once again.
» After falling silent for a few seconds so she could regain her composure and catch her breath, she heard him say something about the Marines and stood up fully. Luckily, by then, not everyone was staring at them, or she probably would have gone off on them- she normally wasn't quite this bitchy, but there was a lot of stuff going on that was turning itself into pent-up anger at every little thing. "Yeah. What was your first clue?" She offered a half-smile/half-smirk to show that she was making an effort to be at least marginally friendly now. She was by no means ashamed of her job (technically, her other job, since the local PD was what she did more often anyway), but she didn't often talk about it. Too many people asked too many questions, and the word "hero" often came up. Now that was what set her off more than anything, being called that. She had never done anything heroic, and even if she had, she would refuse to accept the title. She was still alive, after all and... yeah. "Private First Class. Big whoop."
» Yawning a little, she unhooked the headphones from the iPod, and pulled on them so they came up through her shirt. She wound them into a circle around her hand and looked him over. "Ooh, nice, no man-boobs. What do you do?" She was so ready to hear something about hairdressing, or something- maybe she was way off, but he looked a bit... Okay, maybe he didn't look gay, but she needed to make a gay joke, if only to amuse herself.
{Epic failure ahoy! Dx }
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Post by Andrew Saxon II on Sept 14, 2008 2:31:57 GMT -5
Andrew was regaining his breath control and was able to begin to stabilize his breathing. He placed his hands on his hips and kept watch on the female marine. Her confirmation was a bit disturbing to him. He was not sure exactly if it was a good or bad thing that she was a marine. It was bad enough she was built like some tomb raider chick, but it made it worse that she knew now how to fight in a trained manner of deadliness. He possible could be dead in the next few minutes. Time was ticking now for the last moments of his life, and he was about to die in his work place, what a great place to be murdered.
But that was letting his thoughts go way out there. Andrew knew she wouldn’t do such a thing. She did seem like a bitch now, but she didn’t seem like the type to whoop his ass now after it seemed this ordeal had calmed down by now. Everyone in the gym was already over it too. Maybe a few women who were all for men being put in their place kept glancing back ever so often. Andrew could see them, even though they were behind him. The wonder of mirror lined walls in gyms. He knew they probably were hoping for the marine to break out on some dazzling moves to make Andrew defeat down to his knees before the woman.
“Well, perhaps if you start beating me up with your Marine’s training right now, that would be another clue to confirm,” Andrew said nonchalantly. Of course he was being sarcastic, but it almost sounded like a serious offer. Andrew looked over at the woman and smirked a bit as he thought it was funny, but he surely did not want to be beaten up.
“I’m afraid I don’t know the whole rank system of the Marines, but I’ll just assume you were in a respectable position, as you were in the Marines, and that makes you a hell of a lot better than anyone else if you ask me,” Andrew continued as he rested his weight onto one foot, keepings his hands attached firmly to the top sides of his pelvic bone. His body was starting to feel good from the run, and surely ready for anything else more to work out for.
“Well, sometimes it’s hard to keep up with all the media and modern culture of looks,” Andrew said as he lifted his hands to his chest and pressed down. It wasn’t like he was droopy and fat boobs; his pecs were built but not bulging out like some men’s. “Plus, overly huge racks can get in the way,” the young man commented with a confident smile toward her, “as for work though, you happen to be in my current place of employment.” Andrew rolled his eyes a bit as he voice seemed to tapper off into nothing to brag about. As lifeguarding at a gym was definitely nothing to brag about. But it was quicker to get a job as a lifeguard at the Olympic than having to go through the testing, interviewing, and training process of being a beach lifeguard.
“I’m a lifeguard here, which is by no means as entertaining to talk about as being a Marine is,” the curly haired man said with his smile. “I’m actually taking a few colleges at Mica JC to hopefully get a degree,” Andrew stated seemingly out of no where. He felt he had to give out some sort of redeeming aspect about himself as being a lifeguard wasn’t anything Andrew wanted to brag about being.
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Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Sept 15, 2008 10:10:40 GMT -5
» Was that an invite? Because Kenadie had been known to want to kick peoples' asses for much less reason than Andrew had given her thus far. But still, she figured it probably wasn't a good idea. If she were arrested for assault, that would just look bad. The local PD would probably fire her, and as for the Marines, she'd probably either get kicked out or seriously demoted, neither one of which she particularly wanted. Still, she couldn't let this guy think anything serious was holding her back so she grinned evilly. "I could do that, but there are too many witnesses, and I've run out of places to hide the bodies." Truth be told, she could never a fairly large amount of ways to kill Andrew in under ten seconds, several of which would give her time to escape before being caught. She obviously wouldn't explain her entire repertoire to him, just in case she ever needed to use any of her moves against him, nor would she inform him just how many moves he had to watch out for. Ignorance was bliss, right?
» She rolled her eyes. Of course it sounded good to a non-Marine. Hell, if she didn't know the truth, she would assume it was a high rank just because of the "first class" attached, when really, it was a fairly low rank. "No, not really. I can give orders but nobody would obey them. Mostly I just take orders and try to look like I know what I'm doing. It's a really low rank, actually. Kind of sad." She made a face, as if it pained her to tell the truth instead of allowing him to think what he had been. Still, he had spoken some measure of truth. Having a low rank and being in the Marines was better, to her, than being a civilian with absolutely no rank. At least she was doing something instead of protesting and other such bullshit.
» She started giggling as he talked about his boobs and pressed on them. "Yeah, big boobs would make limbo a little difficult." Unless you were very flexible, anything could get in the way of limbo, but she opted not to mention that. That might require a demonstration, and she wasn't quite up to the task of showing off her flexibility right now. However, she suddenly froze. This was where he worked? Oh, shit. If she gave him too much trouble, she ran the risk of him kicking her out. He didn't look old enough to be the manager or owner or anything, but she figured that if he worked here, he probably knew the security personnel and would have no trouble having her escorted out. This wouldn't be such a bad thing if Kenadie weren't too lazy to seek out another gym to go to regularly. Of course, she couldn't let him know she cared so much about not getting kicked out, so she looked him over coolly. Oh, he was just a lifeguard... "Oh, sorry, dude. I could never be a lifeguard. One or two little old men in Speedos is way too much, thanks." She offered a little laugh, then groaned, starting to get the old guy image in her head. Oh, god, why? It was so awful to even think about! She wasn't one of those girls that stared at magazines for hours and cared about appearance, but good God, old guys in Speedos? It was truly awful.
» Nodding and smiling a little at the mention of classes, she replied. "Oh, that's good. Stay in school. Stay off drugs. Drugs are... bad... Or something." Okay, so she wasn't the greatest cop in the world. If people wanted to do drugs, that was their problem. She only had to arrest them if she saw the drugs, and even then she would usually pretend she didn't, unless her partner or another cop was nearby. "Anyway! Education is good. What are you trying to get a degree in?" There were time shse wished she'd bothered going to college, since it usually looked bad when she said she hadn't, and it probably would have given her something to fall back on in case she was unable to be a police officer or Marine any longer. But she didn't regret her career choices, and could only hope she never got too terribly injured.
» Kenadie suddenly felt a little awkward. A weight room wasn't exactly the greatest place to hold a conversation, and as it was she wasn't hearing every word Andrew was saying because of the regular clinking of weights against mats, and other normal weight room sounds. Besides, weight rooms were for working out, not standing by machines and farting around. Looking over her shoulder, she saw someone kind of glare at her, as if she shouldn't be in the room if she was no longer going to run, and she kind of agreed. Looking Andrew over, she sighed. "I guess I should leave you to your work-out, huh?"
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Post by Andrew Saxon II on Sept 17, 2008 1:38:24 GMT -5
“Well those old guys know a good swim suit when they see one!” Andrew chuckled. He had nothing against speedos. He wore them himself. Of course while he was younger he tried to avoid the whole speedo ordeal all together. He stuck with board shorts for a long time, before finally switching to jammers. Then after awhile he just gave up and started wearing speedos. After he started wearing them he was no longer embarrassed. He felt pretty hot in them as a matter of fact. He got a savvy grin as he started thinking about when he first started wearing speedos. He had a horrible tan line above both knees from wearing jammers.
“I probably couldn’t make it as a lifeguard. I don’t really consider this being a real lifeguard. I think only open water guards or beach guards are the real ones. Who drowns at a work out pool?” Andrew said shrugging as the fact his job did kind of suck. But he was content with it now. He figured if anything he could always take the test to see if he can pass to become a beach guard, but that would be far in the future when he was settled back into the schooling life.
“Heh, you wouldn’t have to worry about me and drugs. I don’t even take over the counter drugs,” Andrew said slightly shuddering. He had a friend back in the days of high school. During his year on the team of being a freshman, there was a player who was forced to leave the team after having a drug test come up positive. Whether the guy’s pleads of a bunk test was true or not, Andrew stopped taking any forms of drugs that day.
“Well, it’s kind of lame really, but I’m hoping to get my degree is Kinesiology with a focus on Athletic Training,” Andrew replied as he scratched the back of head kind of embarrassed about his career choice. He didn’t know why, but he felt like it didn’t amount up to her being a marine. It was as if she manned up while the young man didn’t. “I guess I’m just trying to find my niche really,” Andrew continued. He really wanted to play water polo professionally but so far he wasn’t even on a team any more. The young man missed playing the game badly right now. Although a few times he did think about joining the team at the community college, but he wasn’t sure if he could balance work, school, and dedication to a team. Being on a team was one thing, but letting that team down was even worse. It was the sin you never committed.
Andrew pushed his thoughts aside and watched the woman in front of him. He noticed she seemed a bit distracted. It was that or she was looking for something far more interesting than the young man. It made Andrew feel like he was a bit boring. Especially after she confirmed it, or so he thought, when she asked him if he should be getting back to his work out or not. Andrew did want to continue to work out, but sometimes talking to someone was enjoyable. “Well, I guess I should. Sort of forgot after our little incident awhile ago,” Andrew said with a wide smirk as it made him tingle with laughter on the inside just from remembering what had just previously happened. “Come here often?” Andrew asked quickly and then was quick to add some more in, “cause I’ll probably see you around then.”
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Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Sept 26, 2008 14:26:50 GMT -5
» "So pretty much sports medicine, then?" she asked, feeling a little dumb. She wasn't completely paying attention to what he was saying, so all she really heard was Kinesiology and atheletic training. Whatever. It wasn't like she knew what kinesiology even was. Kenadie wasn't stupid or anything- she had always gotten very good grades, but because she didn't bother with college, having joined the Marines straight out of high school, all the facts just kind of left her brain. If she were to read a book about it, she would probably remember, but really, when would she really need to know? "Well, that's pretty cool. Athletes will always need someone to make sure they can get back in the game after an injury." she nodded a little, then looked away. Something told her she was on the completely wrong train of thought, and she didn't want him to think she had no clue what she was talking about.
» Kenadie laughed a little and looked back at Andrew. "Yeah, being yelled at for something you didn't even do would throw anyone's plans out of whack." She was honestly sorry for yelling at him like that, but really- it looked like he was talking about her boobs, instead of the headphones, and because they were in a gym and guys there were usually male chauvinist pigs, she automatically assumed he was going for something boob-related.
» "Yeah, actually," she started. "I come here pretty often. Not as much as I should, but I try to come around quite a bit." Somehow, stretching and such in her living room and going for five-mile runs just wasn't what she needed to stay in shape. What she needed was to be activated, but obviously, she had no say in that. Besides, then she'd have to leave the Force, and that would suck. She figured that once her rookie year was up, she would be given cases that would require her to move around more, rather than just sitting in the passenger seat of a patrol car with her partner.
» Nodding a little, Kenadie turned toward the door. "Yeah, guess I probably will see you around. I don't usually swim much here, 'cause the beach is more my style, but maybe I'll drop by now." She started to walk out but then stopped with one hand on the door and looked over her shoulder at him. "I'm going to go play tennis," she said, then left. She wasn't sure why she'd told him, and didn't know if he would even care. It just kind of fell out of her mouth, and she didn't bother stopping it. Oh well, tennis usually was more fun with two people.
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Post by Andrew Saxon II on Sept 27, 2008 5:10:05 GMT -5
“Uh…yea,” Andrew trailed off looking a bit confused at the woman. He never really though of taking the sports medicine path of his career. She seemed to be mixing things up from his point of view. She was describing actions of an athletic trainer, but calling it sports medicine. It was an easy mistake since lord only knew there was a ton of different trails Kinesiology lead into, but it threw Andrew off a bit as he had to think about his own major for awhile to process what exactly was being said. A complete brain fart for him.
“Ah, I see, a beach girl,” Andrew commented as he gave his smirk. He figured she was implying her swimming usually involved laying on a piece of wood and surfing the waves. He could picture her as the type. Growing up in Mica, Andrew himself was surrounded by surfing. It’s pretty unavoidable when it comes to these tropical islands. Andrew knew how to surf, but he wasn’t any good at it, and he did not do it often. He wasn’t the beach bum type, nor the type to surf a lot; he didn’t even own a surf board. At most, he could probably only surf in tourist beaches anyway.
“Well, I must say, beaches are nice. Lot’s of headphones around in those parts of the island,” Andrew said sarcastically. He chuckled to his own little joke which he found to be quite funny really. He wasn’t sure if she would catch on which of course would lead to awkward pause in the conversation, but the young man didn’t quite care at the moment. He could not simply resist poking fun at the pun from earlier.
“Tennis? I didn’t even know we had tennis courts here,” Andrew said as a raised an eyebrow and looked around for a moment like a clueless person. Finally he turned back to the woman and smirked to reveal his fakeness. He worked her and obviously not knowing what his company did not offer would be horrid. Not to mention his costumer service would be total fail if he was not able to steer patrons in the correct direction whenever he was inquired.
“I’d join you but I’d probably be horrible. The whole hitting balls thing never seemed to work out for me. I’m more of a hands on and grab them kind of person,” Andrew stated as he crossed his arm as if he was getting in the position to begin to talk about sports and water polo. She was slowly becoming a guy to him all of a sudden as he felt the urge to talk about and explain the concept of water polo as Andrew noticed he encountered a vast majority of people who never understood or even heard of the sport.
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Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Oct 11, 2008 21:46:38 GMT -5
» Kenadie nodded a little. She liked the water- jetskiing at the marina was a favorite activity of hers, and whenever she got some free time, when it wasn't too cold and she wasn't drunk, she liked to go and do that. It was loads of fun, and sometimes she would go with a friend just so she could race or something, if no killjoys were there. Andrew's joke went straight over her head. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed and probably either laughed or punched him in the face. But she hadn't been fully listening, and simply looked at him, when he probably expected some sort of response.
» She smirked at him. Damn, she must know this place better than him. She almost poked fun at his competence as an employee, but thought better of it. There were very few things Kenadie was opposed to, and that was one of them; it was just something she believed nobody should do, question another's ability to do their job. Besides, just not knowing what all was there didn't mean that Andrew didn't know how to do his job well. She shrugged a little.
» The mention of hitting balls almost made her fall over laughing, but she managed to keep her composure. Well, except for a small laugh and comment: "I'd think a guy like you would love hitting balls." Maybe that was completely out of line. Who's to say this guy didn't get a lot of action? Hell, for all she knew, he could be married. But, Kenadie tended to stick all men with the same stereotype: they all loved to jerk it at every possible moment. She smirked again and opened the door to leave. "Yeah... good luck with grabbing those balls, bub." She giggled a little as she jogged off toward the locker room to change.
» After changing into a new outfit, she made her way down to the section of the facility with the tennis courts. It actually took her a pretty long time to get there, considering that she had absolutely no navigational ability, and managed to get lost twice. Swinging her racket around, she looked around for an empty court and, locating one, walked over to it, took one ball out of the canister, and started playing around, bouncing the ball on her racket. She figured that, eventually, someone would show up and they could play. She would wait a while, and when she got too impatient would just play with the wall.
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Post by Andrew Saxon II on Oct 17, 2008 2:48:49 GMT -5
Andrew sort of sucked his lips in when he saw her give no reaction to his humor. It was one of those awkward silence moments that you could feel in the air; where all forms of conversation get lost in your throat as your brain stutters to figure out what kind of snag the conversation was snagged on. Things worsened when the lifeguard saw she was simply looking back at him. He could feel warmth in his body as he was sure this was quite the embarrassing moment of the day.
“Depends on what you mean by hitting them,” Andrew smirked. He knew in water polo there was a lot of grabbing and fighting underwater, and a good foot kick in the crotch was never un heard of it. It certainly hurt like the end of the world had thrown its apocalypse directly at your family jewels, but it was a triumphant feel when the action was done to the opposition. And of course there was the forever played on pun on the chicken choking, or the many other names it went by. Which ever she meant, he was sure he response covered both ends completely.
“Oh I think I will!” Andrew replied with a confident smile. He turned away from her walked toward a open bench press while absent mindedly readjusting his manhood through his shorts. It took awhile but it dawned on him humouredly when he did it replaying the conversation that had just occurred quickly in his mind.
He layed down on the bench and lifted the bar from the holder, and proccedded to get familiar with the weight of the bar alone before he placed it back and loaded it up with weights. He grunted as he layed back down and pushed up against the bar lifting it up. He did a dozen reps in a set, doing about three sets. Sitting up on the bench he pulled his shirt up again to add more sweat from his face to soak into the bottom part of his shirt. He saw Kenadie exit the women’s locker area heading around in a seemingly lost fashion. Or that was how he interpreted her looking for the tennis courts he assumed. He chuckled to himself as he walked over to the leg press machine and began to do a few sets on there as well.
The young man stood up, feeling full of adrenaline and ready for some more. He walked by one of the many windows, and saw Kenadie standing lonesome without a hitting partner. Andrew felt bad for her but knew he couldn’t play tennis worth a lick. Going out there would give her no work out what-so-ever. Perhaps it would help work out her laughter, but that was it. Andrew sighed as he shrugged figuring someone would eventually hit with her as he moved on to another work out. Doing another round of sets through that work out, Andrew returned to look out the window and groaned when he saw Kenadie still standing alone.
The lifeguard turned around and walked to the front desk to where a co-worker of his was stationed. After questioning him about borrowing a tennis racquet, it was not long before Andrew walked out on to the tennis courts holding his co-workers tennis racquet rolling his eyes at Kenadie.
“Man, you’re the only one here?” Andrew sarcastically commented to her. He waved at her with his racquet as he walked up to her. “I was thinking about it, and I wanted to try out this whole hitting balls things you mentioned,” Andrew continued smirking. He wasn’t getting nearly tired of cracking all the inside pun jokes. He hoped she was not.
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Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Oct 17, 2008 18:24:23 GMT -5
» Okay, maybe it was childish and pathetic. Sixteen-year-old boys made perverted jokes, not 20-something Marines. Maybe Kenadie had never acquired the maturity gene; she still giggled when she heard words like "butt" or "boob", and certainly when she heard "balls". She could still, if she truly tried, turn anything into a sexual innuendo. Thankfully, she was able to restrain herself when necessary- a DI would bitch-slap her for a "that's what she said" joke, and it was bad enough that Kenadie had to tell her brother about her boozed-up adventures. But there were times like now when she just didn't bother. She figured that, once she mistook his first comment for being one about her boobs, all possibilities of him caring about her level of maturity went out the window. That was fine; what really were the chances of him having any sort of say in her future, some random-ass lifeguard? She couldn't help but smile as she walked away. "Oh I will!" So he was playing along? Sweet.
» She really hadn't expected him to follow, or show up at the tennis courts at all. She technically hadn't invited him, and at any rate he seemed as though he was uninterested in it. She wasn't going to try to convince him, at any rate. She was pleasantly surprised to hear his voice and grabbed the ball with he free hand as she turned to him with a small smile. "Aw, do you not regularly hit your own balls?" She smirked a little. "Do I need to teach you how?" I have 11 brothers that would love to teach you, she almost added, before remembering that ten of them hated her, and one of them was in the hospital. Besides, Jasper would probably give Andrew the third degree before teaching the guy how to hit his balls.
» "So first you make fun of my boobs, now you're stalking me?" Of course, she wasn't that paranoid. If she ran into him, say, in a couple hours somewhere, and then again a couple hours after that, yeah, she might start thinking he was a bit of a stalker, but this was nowhere close to stalking. Hell, she'd told him where she was going. He didn't have to stalk. "The day just gets better and better." She tossed the ball in the air, then caught it and looked back at Andrew. "Have you played before?" She figured a bunch of people had played tennis before, whether for gym class way back in school, or because a friend or family member dragged them to play; what she really wanted to know was how good he was, or if he played regularly. She figured he must not be too good, based on what he'd said earlier, but that was fine. She would at least have fun using him for target practice- maybe accidentally on purpose use the tennis balls to hit balls of another kind.
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Post by Andrew Saxon II on Nov 4, 2008 4:55:03 GMT -5
([ So I encourage thee to accompany me in killing my teachers for sticking so much work upon my shoulder and delaying my reply. I understand if you forever hate me D: ]) “Well, why do it myself when others can do it?” Andrew asked in suggestively. This playful banter that was going back and forth was starting to surprise him incredibly. He hadn’t really expected to start flirting with a girl in a gym. He was not going to complain. He had been alone for awhile and company was sparse since he started doing classes and working. He hadn’t even gone to a party in quite the long period than he was usually used to. If she was willing, Andrew would be more than happy. Of course he couldn’t let her know he was in a situation that seemed desperate. He wouldn’t just lie down his libido out in the open for the taking by anyone. He liked dangle it like bait, before the down and dirty was done.
“Are you sure I’m stalking you, maybe I just like tennis!” Andrew said was a confident smirk. Of course Andrew was kidding, but he certainly would be eating his words shortly if they actually did begin to play. He never really did understand the form or technique in tennis. The first time he ever picked up a racquet had to be when he young and foolish. Watching her toss the ball in the air, Andrew got nervous. Is she starting now?! Andrew thought to himself as he gripped his racquet tighter before he sighed in relief seeing her catch it. He felt his heart even trying to catch up from the beat it just skipped.
“Honestly, no,” Andrew said worried now. He didn’t want to get hit in the balls with that yellow demon of a ball. It was so much smaller compared to a water polo ball for him, and he knew it flew through the air much faster than a water polo ball does. Getting hit by it had to be essentially painful with a side of excruciating.
“How about I take you up on your teaching offer though,” Andrew slyly added in as he tried to do a pose he thought tennis players did. Leaning forward holding the racquet with both hands in front of him standing up on his toes., that was about all he knew from tennis, and that was from idly watching professional woman’s tennis one lazy Sunday morning.
"This is how Sharapova does it right?" Andrew said with a smart-alec grin. He almost felt as if he was a professional tennis player now. He knew that feeling would go away as soon as the ball came flying at him, but for now the feeling was enjoyable.
"I must say, I would probably look good as a tennis player. Don't you agree?" Andrew inquired strikingly. He chuckled at his presumption. For all he knew he looked like a nerd, probably standing too stiff or something else that make him look absolutely horrid, but he kept telling himself it was for fun.
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