Camp Gym; Monday Morning.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

After having been slacking around for way too long, Cal headed over to the gym that morning determined not to be distracted by breakfast, woodland creatures, or frighteningly optimistic redheads. Yawning slightly from the early wake up call, he came in, stretched a little, and then got to work on his bench press sets slowly to ease back into the trend.


[[ open gym is open! Although I'll hit a bit of SP in the afternoon to probably sit and wait at the Secretary of State for five hours. WHEEEE ]]

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[my-tragic-past.livejournal.com]

Kevin was up early, so he decided to hit the gym. He needed to work off a few beers.

Gym safety being important to him, he walked over to the guy doing bench presses and asked, "Hey dude, would you like a spotter?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal shifted a little on the bench; clearly, Cal was a gym safety rebel who spit in the face of proper technique, although he didn't exactly realize it. He considered it. It might be a good idea, throw on a little extra weight. But his privateness interfered and wrangled up opposition. "Nah," he worked out as he lifted the bar, "m'good." Pause. "Thanks, though."

[my-tragic-past.livejournal.com]

Kevin hesitated a moment, years of gym training jarring with not wanting to be a pest. "Okay," he said, walking a few paces away and dropping to the floor to start doing his first set of push-ups.

"Though, if you, need help, just ask," he said between reps. "I'm, Kevin, by the, way."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal started to wonder if the offer came not just from general concern for proper gym techniques but also from the fact that his arms possibly looked too thinly muscled to handle the kind of weights he was pumping. He barely had to glance at the other guy to tell that he had probably fifty times more the body of the type of person to be in a gym than he did. He started working a little harder.

"Cal," he offered. "Nice to meet you."

[my-tragic-past.livejournal.com]

Kevin finished up that set and switched over onto his back to do some crunches. "Cal, huh? Is that short for something?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal grunted at the question and tried to pass it off as just effort in lifting the weights. For a moment, he considered being honest, but then he wondered why he would have bothered with being honest when he'd only have to lie again after saying yes.

"Nah," he lied. "With a last name like Stephanides, I guess Mom and Dad thought they'd be nice and brief with the first name."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny came in to get some morning weight training in before his class later. After a bit of a warm up session, he sat down on the end of a bench to work his biceps and arms.

Holing the dumbbells, he kept his back straight and head up. Beginning to curl in with his palms wrapped around the dumbbell, he reached out past his thighs then turned his palms up for the remainder curl until shoulder height. He concentrated on his biceps while he raised and lowered the weights.

He did notice the other guy and thought he must be a new kid because he hadn't seen him around, which could in fact be a fault of Johnny's since he hadn't been hanging around much.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

For the most part, Cal imagined that he wouldn't have a problem relatively just ignoring everyone else in the gym, but, after last week and finding out that people around her tended to be friendly when they worked out, he did offer at least a polite sort of lift of his chin to the other guy.

And thinking that it would be kind of nice if all the beefcakes stopped coming in and making him feel like a freaking twig by comparison.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"How's it going?" Johnny offered after the slight gesture of greeting from the other guy.

Usually Johnny came in, did his thing, and left. He figured that's what everyone did when they came to the gym. However, nothing wrong with pleasantries if they were offered.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Not bad," Cal shrugged a little in between sets, with a very unspoken y'know. Working out. "You?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Same," he said, glancing down at his arms but then back over. The guy was slender, built thin, small. Not that Johnny was checking him out, but that it was easy to see in a quick, casual perusal. "I'm Johnny Storm by the way."

[my-tragic-past.livejournal.com]

Kevin winced when he saw Johnny, but decided ignoring him probably wasn't the best solution. So he put on a smile and walked over. "So, um, like I owe you a bit of an apology dude," he said, scratching the back of his head.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Arching a brow, Johnny gave Kevin a slight grin. "It's no problem, dude. Figured I'd see you again. What was it that shocked you into awareness?"

[my-tragic-past.livejournal.com]

"Well, there was the attack of the freakish pony things this weekend," he said, shuttering slightly at the memory. "And, of course, the change of scenery was a bit of a wakeup too."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"I'm not gonna say told you so, but dude, you've got to trust those that've been here a bit longer than you."

[solo_sword]

After last week's sparring with Luke, Jaina had a feeling she'd be in the gym even more. And she wasn't surprised to see Cal there already. "And I didn't even have to annoy you into showing," she greeted him.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I told you that you wouldn't have had to," Cal commented lightly with a small grin. He wasn't sure if he'd remembered the girl's name (there were so many damn people he was meeting, really), but he did remember that part of the conversation. "Although, really, I could have used you the last four days I've been slacking. I like to think work and being a pony are decent excuses, though."

[solo_sword]

"I'll let you slide because you're new," Jaina said, stopping to pull her hair back with a tie. "Where are you working?" Amazingly that won out over the pony thing when it came to questions.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Luke's," Cal answered with a slight nod. "It's great. In one shift, I can completely counteract all the progress I've made in the three days prior to it."

[solo_sword]

"Very impressive," she grinned as she made her way to the punching bag. "Well, congratulations. Always good to have a nice and non-productive way to pass the time."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

A brush up on the basics couldn't hurt her in this place,so Temari found herself at the gym.

It was an odd place for a workout, but that couldn't be helped. Civilians.

She nodded vaguely toward the boy already in use of it.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal gave a vague nod back to the girl, decided that Monday mornings were way too busy and it was a shame he had his class later, otherwise he'd shift it to afternoons, and then caught the glint of something...

He blinked, then smirked as he took a better look and was pretty sure he recognized the symbol from this weekend. "Holy crap," he announced, "it's actually being worn on someone's forehead."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Temari glanced back at him.

"And you're not sparkling anymore. Shame."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Sparkly?" Cal gave her a confused look and went back to a steady set of curls, shaking his head. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh." Temari looked over the equipment with the smallest bit of disdain. It wasn't what she was used to in the slightest.