Workout [Open log]

[not_good_not_wicked]

Who: Marisa Kirisame, Ryou Bakura, anyone else who goes to the Gym
What: General interactions (open), creepy Vermini encounter (closed)
Where: Bob's Lift to Win Gym
When: Late enough that it's dark out
Warning: Sweat. Bugs.

Marisa emerged from the women's locker room in her street clothes, feeling tired, sore, and healthy. Ever since she had realized that this whole numbers business was potentially seriously dangerous, she had been coming here twice a week to take a self-defense class. She liked to imagine that she was a bit more capable now than she had been a few months ago, but realistically still placed her own skill level at Rank Amateur.

She stopped as she was walking by the snack bar by the exit, lured by the thought of smoothies. After a moment's thought, she decided that the grilled cheese sandwich she'd made for dinner wasn't cutting it, and stopped to get a snack. Nothing like a delicious apple/peach smoothie after a long workout on a hot night. She leaned back in one of the leather chairs by the snack bar and took her time enjoying it. Anyone from the network who goes to the gym can probably recognize her.

[Later, closed]

Marisa finally left the building and immediately noticed that the sun had finished going down while she had been drinking her smoothie, and that the lights in the parking lot were on the fritz, leaving it almost pitch black out. Combined with the total lack of people around for the moment, she was more than a little bit creeped out.

Fortunately her truck wasn't far. She could make out its silhouette from here.

Comments

[not_good_not_wicked]

"Depends on where in Texas. It's a big state, you know, and some places in it suck." She commented, dodging the question about her reasons for moving.

[notquiteanobody]

He nods for a moment, not really being able to deny her logic in her retort to his inquiry. Yet while he was curious to know what brought her to a place he regarded as largely boring -at least until the 'secret numbers' club thing started.

"Fair enough. Can't be much duller than this place though -wherever your particular spot was." He pauses briefly before picking up again, "So what're your impressions here? Wherever you're from in Texas versus this boring little city."

[not_good_not_wicked]

Marisa actually laughed at that. "Boring little city? Compared to Lumberton it's a bustling metropolis! I love it!"

[notquiteanobody]

Her laughter kicks off a laugh from him before he shakes his head, "Nah, this place is pretty dull compared to some places. Vegas, New York or even Los Angeles are some real lively spots."

It takes a moment before Ciel just offers a nonchalant shrug, "But yeah... can't deny home and all."

[not_good_not_wicked]

She gave him a kind of weird smirk.

"If New York is what it takes for you to have fun, no wonder you're bored."

[notquiteanobody]

"It's not what it takes, just more there for comparison. Night life's a lot better and places like that have this kind of vibe that you don't get around here."

He pauses a moment to scratch his head some, "That said, I don't know how people live around places like that. Real estate's expensive as it comes over there."

[not_good_not_wicked]

"Make a lot of money and get used to your shower being 3 feet from your bed, I guess."

How did we get to real estate prices in New York? It was time to start winding things down here. The smoothie was close to empty anyways.

"Anyways nice meeting you."

[notquiteanobody]

Eh, conversation topics seemed to wander when conversing with someone like Ciel. For whatever the reason, his interests and conversational points just tended to be all over the place.

"Likewise." He's about ready to leave when a thought occurs to him, "If you're coming here regularly, I thought I'd ask if you'd wanna work out together next week. I'll treat smoothies afterward."

[not_good_not_wicked]

She shook her head, "I'm just here for the self defense classes, thanks."

[notquiteanobody]

"Ah, that's fine." He offers a different kind of smile; compared to his less serious grins and smirks, there's something oddly genuine about this one.

"If you ever want some company, my part-time gig is over at that restaurant in the Red Rock hotel downtown. I'm usually there during the lunch shift, so if you ever wanna hang or just kick my ass in the arcades some more, look me up after two."

[not_good_not_wicked]

He really wanted to be friends didn't he? Or maybe he just wanted someone to suck face with. "I'll keep that in mind."

[notquiteanobody]

One of those hard to tell things with Ciel. But certainly sticking around with him would be the easiest way to find out.

"Nice meeting ya, Marisa. I'll see ya 'round."

And simple as that, he picks up the cup with what's left of his own drink and casually saunters off with a wave.