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.

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[shiromadoushi]

Bakura, for contrast, had been a regular at the gym for three and a half years, using the good ole fashioned "beat the shit out of a huge bag of sand until you can barely stand" school of anger management and spent a few hours every day in the gym just for a safe place to burn off steam. Not even bothering to change or even ditch the sweaty towel around his shoulders (since he was just going back in after he'd gotten something to cool his throat) he simply waved at the attendant behind the counter to order his usual before he gave a long exhale, leaning back against the counter and rotating his shoulder a few times before pausing, finally spotting Marisa.

"...Hey."

[notquiteanobody]

For the better or worse of things, Marisa was just one of those network posts that Ciel had not managed to get around to looking through. Of course, that wasn't to say he hadn't seen her around town -or the gym, in more recent days. So when he happens to notice her lounging over in the snack back, he pauses on his way in and seems to contemplate things for a moment before making his way over.

"You're gonna have to excuse me if I sound like a creeper, but aren't you the girl from the arcade? Ya know, pretty much the only one that plays any of the bullet-hell-type shooters?" His curiosity seems to be written on his face to the extent that only a flashing neon sign would have made it obvious. But curiosity not withstanding, his particular demeanor seemed harmless enough at the moment.

Of course, if Marisa had been listening to some of the audio posts on the network, his voice would probably sound familiar.

[depolarized]

[Riku rarely drops by at the snack bar, preferring water or tea, but with this kind of weather, what he really wants is some nice frozen yogurt. Ice cream would be better, of course, but he doubts the snack bar had it. He places his order and leans against the pick-up counter, surveying the guests. There is one girl he vaguely recognizes from the beginner class before his and a couple of girls sharing a salad.]

Later~

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura hadn't actually taken too long for his 2nd round. An annoying group of girls had spotted him and started tittering over his work out, much to his aggravation. Totally ruined what he had come there to do, damnit!

So he had hit the showers and gotten changed into his normal clothes, toweling his hair dry best he could before grabbing his bag and heading for the parking lot.

"...You still here?" he blinked, spotting a familiar figure.