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Post by Sam O'Connor on Oct 15, 2010 8:02:31 GMT -5
Tall and gangly described Sam pretty perfectly. Not that he had a problem with it, his 6'1" frame meant he taller than most... and that he frequently got asked for help by tiny old ladies in supermarkets. But, try as he might, there was no way to put muscle on him. The joys of an overactive metabolism. He came to the gym anyway, even if it was to give himself the illusion that he was keeping fit.
Powering away on the rowing machine, he reached his half a mile goal and slowed to a halt, bopping his head to the music as he stretched his arms out, just sitting on the machine. The gym was pretty much empty, like a ghost town actually, so it meant there was no one around to make him look like a weedy. There were some pretty beefy guys on this ship - Ben, the tactical officer, for example, had arms that looked like they barely fit inside the sleeves of his shirts.
The women were all toned and in shape too. It was like the government had formed a ship of the most beautiful people in the Universe and sent them off to radiate their gorgeousness around space. Who needed sunlight when you had the Venia crew at your beck and call?
And then there was him. The lanky Irish chef.
Wow, did he feel special.
Rising up out of the seat, he wiped his face against his shoulder, and decided the showers was probably the best place for himself. He just had to make it there before anyone else walked in. |
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Post by Alliana Porter on Oct 28, 2010 0:50:10 GMT -5
Ally swung her towel over her shoulder and pulled it around her neck as she ran a hand trough her hair. It was a sweaty mess but the burn felt good. She had strained out the bad mood that had crept up on her. Damn hormones. All she wanted to do was punch something, and if it were alive, wanted to make it bleed. The boxing machine had almost short circuited with her wild rage. She decided to give it a rest and let it spark on the next victim, heading to the weight room instead. After adjusting the waistband of her sweatpants to rest on her hips, she tossed her towel on the floor. With a heavy sigh and a few chin ups on the bar, she made her way towards the wight room. She adjusted herself comfortably with her back on the table and stared up at the large barbell in front of her. At this rate today, she would probably pull a muscle. Not that she would even care at this point. She furrowed her brow and adjusted the weight on the side of the barbell. Clenching her jaw, she heaved the bar, wincing a little and worked out her anger and stress.
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Post by Sam O'Connor on Oct 28, 2010 4:30:24 GMT -5
Sam froze as he watched Alliana Porter, one of the medical officers, emerge from out of nowhere and disappear into the weights room. His music really did make him oblivious, either that, or Alliana was silent like a ninja. She had a look of blind determination on her face, she had to be one of those people who came here to turn their frustration into muscle.
Not disturbing her wasn't an option; you had to go through the weights room in order to get to the nice, hot showers. So, casually, he walked on through, casting a glance at her as he did so - he arms were shaking like crazy under the weight of the barbell, if she wasn't careful, it was going to fall on her, and she didn't have anyone spotting her to take the weight either.
Her elbows buckled, and instinctively, Sam shot out a hand... but not to catch the bar, instead he provided a telekinetic cushion between Alliana and the bar, taking all of the weight.
((I hope that's okay, if not, let me know.)) |
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Post by Alliana Porter on Oct 31, 2010 16:32:33 GMT -5
The bar clanged heavily against the floor, and Ally's gaze was like knives into Sam. Poor boy was only trying to help, but...hormones and rage usually had a mind of their own, so she snapped. This probably wouldn't make a good impression, in fact, it might invoke fear, but today was just not her day. Julia had taken her through a few anger management classes after her brother, slow breathing, counting to ten and all that jazz, the problem was, it didn't always work.
Gritting her teeth, she let him have it. It wasn't that fact that he had saved her life, or her muscles, it was just that he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. "What the hell was that?" She snapped, letting her thick accent fill the room. "I had that. I didn't need your bloody help, ok? God, men, I swear! She rolled off the bench, reaching angrily for her towel. Great, he was heading for the showers too? If looks could kill, Sam would definitely be bleeding right about now.
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Post by Sam O'Connor on Oct 31, 2010 16:54:28 GMT -5
Annnnnd this was precisely why Sam didn't use his powers. He was rebuked. Throwing his hands up into the air to show he meant no harm, he said, "hey, hey, sorry, I didn't meant to step on your toes." Just save you from a potentially dangerous chest injury. "Just that male 'damsel in distress' syndrome kicking in. Which is ironic really, considering I'm usually the one in distress." Like he was now.
Scratching the back of his neck, he took a reflexive step backwards in order to let her past, if that was indeed what she intended to do. Her eyes were like fire, burning his skin. Wow, she was pissed. "I promise, I won't do it again. No more sticking my big nose where it doesn't belong, nope." Big nose? Poor nose, it wasn't big. Not in comparison to his ears anyway. There was a reason his best friend at school had a habit of calling him Dumbo.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, desperately wanting to extract himself from her piercing gaze, before he was flayed alive like a roast on a spit. |
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Post by Alliana Porter on Nov 1, 2010 4:32:57 GMT -5
Ally clenched her jaw and stopped in her tracks after walking a few paces in front of him. Dammit, her morals had gotten the best of her. Poor boy didn't know why she had exploded into a fit of emotion and rage all over him. Guys didn't get pms, in fact, women were almost a completely different species. He was probably confused and now very much afraid of her.
She closed her eyes tight, and let out a frustrated sigh. Why did things liker this always have to happen to her? Round two. She tossed her towel on the ground and turned around to face him. "Look...I...I'm awfully sorry. Just not the best of days mate. Didn't me to bite your head off. You saved me from a really nasty injury. There, that oughta do it. Ally attempted a faint smile and offered her hand, unsure if he would take it or not. "Ally Porter..."
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Post by Sam O'Connor on Nov 1, 2010 15:06:34 GMT -5
Sam's plan had been to slowly and cautiously side step his way back into the gym where he would be safe from Alliana's wrath - he was a calm person by nature, but he didn't need people blowing up in his face, no matter how pretty they happened to be. If Sam hadn't already known that she was from Australia, he would have said that an Irish accent should have been flowing from her Celtic features, not one from down under.
"It's all right," he tapped himself on the head lightly, "noggin' still intact," despite her violent vocal outburst. He shrugged his shoulders over saving her, it was instinct. He was surprised she hadn't actually freaked out on him about his powers yet, she seemed more focused on the indignance behind being saved, which she was quickly trying to dispell now that she'd seen his 'deer caught in headlights' look. "Sam O'Connor," he said, shaking her hand a little more timidly than he normally would have. "I, uh," he didn't know whether offering this would make her swing back to verbal abuse, "I can lend an ear if you want to talk. I have two of them, oversized, and ready to listen."
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Post by Alliana Porter on Nov 6, 2010 18:45:33 GMT -5
Ally swallowed a little as he shook her hand. He knew she wasn't a threat now, but the first impression had already been made. That's one less friend you've got." she thought to herself as she pulled back after the gestured greeting. With a heavy sigh, she rose her grey eyes to meet his. They weren't as stone cold anymore, but rather apologetic for her actions.
He smade a small joke, and Ally attempted a smile. It looked more faked than anything. He seemed to be indifferent about the whole ordeal. Maybe other women had spurred at him the same way? The guy certainly didn't deserve it. But that was fate, always being the bitch. "No...No, I'm fine, but thank you though. I...I should probably just go spend some time by myself."
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