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Post by Jerycko Ravenel on Aug 29, 2010 16:43:28 GMT -5
Jerycko walked into the training room and looked around. He smiled when he saw the unoccupied weight set. 'Ok Jerycko, time to put your lifting to the test.' He thought as he began to put weights on the bar. '200 pounds, that should do for a good start.' Jerycko lay down on the bench and positioned himself below the bar. He pushed up with a small amount of force, and frowned as the bar lifted without any real struggle. He stood from the bench and moved around the side to add more weight to the bars. With 250 lbs on the bar, he lay back down on the bench and tested the lift. With a little effort, the bar lifted. He sighed, thoroughly fed up and stood, deciding maybe he should just double the weight. Adding the extra weight, he lay back down and began to lift for the third time. Third time was the charm and he was pleased with the resistance. ‘Now this is more like it. Finally a challenge, and a bar strong enough to hold it.’
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on Aug 29, 2010 18:42:36 GMT -5
Ken scratched his head.
He was accustomed to arriving early and jumping right onto the bench, warming up before he practiced the snatch lift. Probably not the best workout routine, but the young man had his reasons. A couple weeks ago he'd successfully lifted 2200lbs, and he was working his way to one tonne. Well, in America he'd already exceeded one ton, but he was from the UK so one tonne was roughly 2240lbs. He was so close! Eager to work on it again, he arrived at his usual time... only to find someone already occupying the bench. No problem, he thought to himself after a moment of contemplation, I'll just do some chin-ups.
Ken started a different routine, yet couldn't help but look over at Jerycko every once in a while. How much was he lifting? The bar was bending, and he was reminded of his first time training without the extra-support of the carbon steel bar. The thing actually snapped in half, and the weights crashed to the floor, splintering the hard wood. He let go of his own bar and casually strolled over.
He noted the 500lbs - that was about how much he'd started with too. The guy obviously had the same Gift as him, otherwise he'd be crushed. Instead, he made it look pretty easy.
"You're going to need a different bar soon," He advised, moving to the wall. He pulled a key from his gym bag and used it on a utility door. He disappeared into the room for a moment before returning with a long silver bar. It weighed 50lbs on its own, but he lifted it as though it were a bouquet of flowers. Ken leaned it against the wall for the guy to take whenever he was ready. "Those ones can only support five hundred or so. Trust me, don't try six."
He offered that signature grin of his before turning to put the key back in his bag.
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Post by Jerycko Ravenel on Aug 30, 2010 8:29:02 GMT -5
Jerycko made a face and looked at the guy, then the bar and frowned. 'Or maybe they don't have strong enough equipment.' He thought as he set the bar and weights down. "I've never been able to find a strong enough bar." He said with a weak chuckle. He stood and took the weights off of the bar and began to bend the metal back into place. "My name's Jerycko." He said as he set the bar aside.
"That thing should probably be fired and strengthened." He sighed as he rubbed the back of his head. He walked over to the smiling man and held his hand out.
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on Aug 30, 2010 8:50:31 GMT -5
Ken chuckled at Jerycko's observation. "Yeah," He agreed, "but then again, not everyone at this joint is as strong as us. Instead of shaking the other guy's hand though, Ken plucked the bar from its resting spot against the wall and handed it to him.
"I'm Kenneth," Ken was fairly well known around the school. During his years at the Academy he was an infamous gossip monger with little else to do than socialize and climb the popularity ladder. He started dating the coolest girl in school (though he'd rather not think of that at the moment, seeing as how they'd just broken up), hosted and attended all the hottest parties. He had a knack for getting into trouble with his teachers, and making everyone else around him smile. Oh, and he was a huge show-off.
"See if you can get to seven or eight today," He offered casually, gesturing to the bench, "maybe you might make it up to where I am now." His grin this time was cocky, but his words weren't scathing. They were merely thrown out there for friendly competition. It wasn't every day Ken met someone with his potential.
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Post by Jerycko Ravenel on Aug 30, 2010 10:01:46 GMT -5
Jerycko gave a small smile as he took the bar, "Thanks ." He said as he set the bar in place of the steel one and began to load it with weights. "So, Enhanced Muscles too?" He asked as he started to lay back down. He had re-loaded the bar with a total of 600lbs. Jerycko shifted around a little, before he lifted slowly. He felt his muscles ripple and expand as he lifted. Jerycko held the 650lbs bar above his head for a moment, "And please, don't call me Jerry." He said as he slowly lowered the bar.
Jerycko turned his head to Kenneth, "I hate being called Jerry." He said with a small smile before he continued to lift the bar until it was just another mindless task.
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on Aug 30, 2010 10:07:18 GMT -5
"Nah, I'm just Superman," He shrugged, trying to hide the telltale smile. But there was one thing about Kenneth Jerycko would learn right away, and that was this. It was impossible not to smile around Ken, and that proved to be true for himself.
"Wow, it's like you read my mind. Well, I guess I know how to motivate you now," He positioned himself so he was in the spotting position and adopted a coaching tone.
"Go Jerry go! Ten more then you can knock my lights out!"
Why were guys so ridiculous? Maybe it was just Kenneth, but still. Sometimes the guy was asking for a knuckle sandwich.
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Post by Jerycko Ravenel on Aug 30, 2010 10:16:01 GMT -5
Jerycko stopped lifting and stared at Kenneth, "Seriously, you don't wanna do that again." Jerycko said. He continued lifting at a quicker pace, trying to feel the burn deeper in his muscles. Jerycko closed his left eye and wiped sweat from it and put his hand back on the bar before it could barely begin to dip. With a smile he said, "Looks like I'm getting faster to." He said to no one in particular. Jerycko stopped lifting and stretched his arms a little bit. "So, what is this bar made of?" He asked while he stretched his arms out to his sides.
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on Aug 30, 2010 10:30:02 GMT -5
"Alright, alright," Ken didn't want to antagonize a complete stranger, especially not one that might be able to beat him up one day. He watched the guy work out for a couple seconds, noticing how he lifted differently than him, before realizing he looked gay, just standing there staring. So he moved around him, seeing as how he didn't seem to be at risk of dropping the load on himself any time soon.
At Jerycko's question, he shrugged, moving back to the device he'd been using for chin-ups. "I have no idea. Diamonds, maybe."
Kenneth returned to his routine, not wanting to be set too far back. He couldn't do much else until Jerycko was done with the specialized bar, so he may as well do the easy stuff and work his way up.
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Post by Jerycko Ravenel on Aug 30, 2010 11:18:36 GMT -5
Jerycko nodded, "Diamonds, seems a logical choice. So, that would mean this bar is worth a whole lotta money, right?" Jerycko asked as he took the weights off. He walked over to Kenneth with the bar and held it out to him. "I'm done for the day, Think I'm going to go do some unorthodox training." He stated as he dug in his jeans pocket for a strip of thick black velvet. "If you're not busy, I wouldn't mind the help." He said as he began to tie the strip of velvet across his eyes like a blindfold.
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on Aug 30, 2010 12:10:49 GMT -5
"Guy, I was kidding," Kenneth rolled his eyes. Yeah, as if the Academy had enough money to invest in a solid diamond workout bar.
When Jerycko decided to give up the weights, Ken might've called him a pussy if he knew him better. But then he mentioned... unorthodox training?
"Wha... what are you doing?" He didn't offer to help - he had no idea what he'd be getting into, but he did stop his routine again to stare as the guy blindfolded himself. What the hell? "Dude, I'm not really into kinky shit like that..."
He wasn't sure if it was a joke or not.
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Post by Jerycko Ravenel on Aug 31, 2010 9:39:02 GMT -5
Jerycko frowned, "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked as he pulled the blindfold down over his right eye. "I'm talking about reflex training. You know, throwing things at me, or trying to hit me." Jerycko gave Kenneth a up-and-down look. "Besides, you're not my type. I prefer more boob, and a bigger ass." Jerycko shook his head in disbelief, 'Did he think i was making a move on him? Yuck.' Jerycko sighed, "So, are you gonna help, or do i have to go to the gymnasium and throw basketballs at the wall again?" He asked as he manipulated the blindfold into it's proper place.
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on Aug 31, 2010 9:53:09 GMT -5
Kenneth breathed out a sigh of relief. Jerycko was straight, whew. He was able to joke about his previous discomfort now. "What's wrong with my ass? It's a great ass."
But when the guy fastened the blindfold properly, Ken raised an eyebrow. "So you ah... you want me to throw things at you?" That didn't sound like the best plan in the world. Ken could lodge beer bottles into walls. He could take peoples' eyes out if he wasn't careful throwing them their keys. And this guy wanted him to throw things? It would be a gentle toss-up... The only person he had no trouble chucking things at full-force was Dorian, because the boy could heal. Did Jerycko have that ability?
"Jerycko, you wouldn't be able to dodge anything I threw at you with your eyes open. You stand no chance blindfolded." He was giving the guy fair warning. He'd help if Jerry... er, Jercyko insisted, but he didn't think a beautiful friendship would be the result. Maybe an ambulance or a coroner...
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Post by Jerycko Ravenel on Aug 31, 2010 10:36:48 GMT -5
Jerycko sighed, "How about some sparing then?" He asked as he took off the blindfold and looked at Kenneth ass, "True, it is nice, but not my style. Too hairy." He said with a teasing tone.'What the hell was I thinking, if he has the same power I have, then of course throwing shit around wouldn't be a good idea.' Jerycko sighed and ran his fingers though his hair. "By the way, know where i can get a good haircut?" He asked.
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Post by ҉ Kenneth Lorne on Aug 31, 2010 11:15:11 GMT -5
Sparring... sounded better. It had been a while since he had a decent match - that random guy trying to kill him didn't count - and his friend Dorian wasn't very fun. The guy's enhanced reflexes made it pretty much impossible for Ken to land a hit. If he knew Jerycko had the same Gift as his best friend, he wouldn't even be considering it. But seeing as how he was clueless...
"Alright, me and my hairy butt accept your sparring invitation," He made a would-be elegant bow, chuckling. When he asked about a haircut, he automatically ran a hand through his short blond hair. "You mean for your head or your ass?"
There was nothing wrong with a little good-natured trash talk. Besides, Jerycko started it. The guy would learn very quickly it was impossible to stay serious around Ken, and Ken would learn soon that Jerycko could probably kick his ass.
Bromance?
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Post by Jerycko Ravenel on Sept 1, 2010 9:41:53 GMT -5
Jerycko smiled, 'Should I tell him about my reflexes? Nah, I think not.'
"So then, where should we go?" He asked looking around for some kind of a ring or arena thing. 'I wonder if he's ever fought someone like me before, probably not or else he would've realized it earlier when I wiped the sweat from my eye. Either that or he's more brawn than brain. Oh well, I suppose he shall learn the hard way.'
Jerycko began to stretch out his muscles. "So, what are the rules? Nothing below the belt, no eye-gouging, that sort of thing?"
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