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Post by damien allan forrester on Aug 9, 2011 14:11:23 GMT -5
"It's 10.30 in the morning. And it's a lovely saturday if ye want to know that too." After saying this he chuckled a bit. "And you feel like a trainwreck because ye need a nother cup of coffee. Or maybe a glass of wine. Either of those usually does the trick for me."
Damien strecthed his back. "Playing guitar always get's my back aching." A loud crack filled the air momenterily. Damien sighed out of relief. "That's better now. I guess I should exercise more."
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 9, 2011 14:19:00 GMT -5
Coffee. OJ felt his neck and cheek burn red for a moment as the fresh memories of this morning came back to him. It would be a while before he could look at a cup of coffee the same way again. Not that he was complaining too much.
He reached under his bed and pulled out a bottle of vitamin water from the crate he stored there, then sat up quickly. He distractedly shoved the bottle between his knees as he undid his cravat and the buttons on his vest. "You could always work out with me," he mentioned casually as he stripped off his layers. "I was on my way to becoming a certified trainer in the states before coming out here."
As if too demonstrate, OJ pulled his shirt over his head, displaying his hard-earned muscles. Admittedly, he hadn't been getting as much exercise as he wanted. When was the last time he'd spent a day in the gym? Or taken a martial arts class? He was probably very rusty, he realized as he took a sip of his vitamin water, staring at the wall in front of him.
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Post by damien allan forrester on Aug 9, 2011 14:28:44 GMT -5
"Ye certainly look like that." Damien had never been a fan of big muscles. He was perfectly happy with his skinny and lean form but the back pain was really starting to annoy him. "So I guess we could give it a try if this place has a gym."
He gave glance toward OJ. That guy sure liked his gym considering the abs and so on. Damien sighed. He definetly didn't measure up even if he was in a nice condition. He looked down on his own body. He saw a skinny looking man who had some muscles but definetly nothing much. His unfitted shirt was stylishly draping over his frame. Damien smirked. He looked awesome.
"So what kind of stuff ye do to get to that shape?"
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 9, 2011 14:37:02 GMT -5
OJ shook his head. "I don't think there's any gym in the building, but I know a lot of exercises we can do without machines or weights. Though it would be nice if we had a pull-up bar." He drifted off for a moment, wondering how much it would cost to order a pull up bar that could be placed in the door frame. He had a portable one at home, but it was old and rickety and he didn't trust it to support his weight. He'd prefer a solid, more permanent one, but was it really worth the investment?
OJ took another sip of vitamin water before replying, "I've always been a health nut. I work out six days a week. Used to take martial arts classes when I was younger. Got my black belt when I was in middle school. Won a few tournaments, too," he added with a proud smile.
"Normally I take a run around the grounds every day," OJ continued. "Just to keep myself limber. But I've been... distracted, recently." In fact, he'd been panicking. He spent forever anticipating today. He wanted everything to be perfect for Miche- Miss Junko's return.
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Post by damien allan forrester on Aug 9, 2011 14:44:34 GMT -5
"Okay. I run ocasionally and do some sit ups once in a while, twice a week or so." Damien smiled. " I guess I'm more into music. Or girls."
When OJ started to talk about his distraction Damien smiled a bit. "I guess ye have a lady in yer life too." He decided not to mention miss Junko. "I heard ye talking about some Michelle just before ye fell asleep." Damien strecthed again. "She's the distarction I take?"
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 9, 2011 14:54:33 GMT -5
OJ's heart stopped. Then it picked up again at a murderous rate. Had he said Michelle? Few people knew about Miss Junko's first name. In fact, even he only called her that when he was feeling particularly romantic. Otherwise, she was just Miss Junko to him. OJ realized that to others, calling your lover (his heart thumped again at the thought) 'Miss' must be weirdly formal, but that's what he felt comfortable with.
Damien knew about OJ's relationship with Miss Junko. In fact, he knew a little bit too much; Damien was the reason they'd stopped seeing each other for a while, something OJ tried desperately to forget about. But if OJ could make him think Michelle was a different girl... Was it worth the lie? He could create a fictional student and pass her off as a new girlfriend, but no doubt Damien would see through it in time. There were only so many students at the school. When Damien found out there was no student named Michelle, he would put the pieces together, possibly to disastrous results.
Better to tell the truth. Or at least part of it, anyway. OJ was bad at lying anyway. He cleared his throat and stared very intently at a loose sting on the linen on his bed. "Yeah," he agreed sheeply. "She got in last night. I met with her again this morning."
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Post by damien allan forrester on Aug 10, 2011 5:46:42 GMT -5
"Oh. And you had prepared a surpirse for the morning. OJ ye're such a romantic." Damien smiled. "I must admit that if I had a girlfriend I would've done the same." something in his voice said that the situation wasn't so hopeless as one migth think.
"I take that it went well? Yer exhaustion can't be explainen by anything else."
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 10, 2011 7:56:54 GMT -5
OJ chuckled a bit. A romantic? He supposed it had been a bit romantic, but he'd really just wanted a chance to talk with Miss Junko privately without threat of intrusion, and early morning, when the school was still asleep, seemed like a good a time as any. "I never thought of myself as a romantic, though," OJ mused, continuing his private thoughts aloud. "I'm useless around girls. I always say the wrong thing, it seems."
And had it gone well? The corners of OJ's lips turned up in a playful smile. He went in wanting only to drink some coffee and talk with the woman he'd missed so much. But the coffee had grown cold and stale and forgotten. And truth be told, he and Miss Junko hadn't done much talking, past a certain point. Technically, his plans for the morning had ended in failure. And yet he was very content.
"Yes," he replied to Damien, a devilish grin on his lips. "It went well. Very well."
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Post by damien allan forrester on Aug 10, 2011 8:42:58 GMT -5
Damien grinned with an equally devilish smile on his lips. "Lucky ye." A nice start to morning indee, he thougth and ran his hand through his hair. It was almost lunch time and he hadn't even started to pick out his outfit, apart from the stuff he was wearing. He stood up and walked to his cupboard. He was feeling like a suit jacket today.
"Ye think I could pull of a bow tie?"
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Post by andrew jung oh on Aug 11, 2011 20:05:28 GMT -5
Luck? A better man would say that luck had nothing to do with it. But OJ knew there was no way he could have won over Miss Junko by himself. He was lucky that she was in a good mood, and he was lucky that she'd missed having someone worship the ground she walked on. OJ was happy to fill that role, but he didn't claim any responsibility at all.
OJ drained the last of his vitamin water before collapsing back on his bed. "A bow tie?" OJ asked incredulously before laughing cheerfully. "Sure, if you want to look like my granddad."
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