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Post by Loki Love ♥ on Apr 16, 2007 22:40:36 GMT -5
Loki found a more secluded part of the gym, where no one was at. He slipped out of his band T-shirt, wearing a thin black one under it. Adjusting his black gloves he jumped back into a fighting stance, gaze set on the punching bag in front of him.
He took a deep breath before round housing and making hard contact. This was what he did when he felt wimpy, he beat up a punching bag.
Hit after hit, he punched and kicked tirelessly. Never hitting too hard or too soft, Loki made complicated and creaive moves; jumping up and down a bit, wiping the little sweat off his brow.
Svak ener...Weak one... Ha. Not anymore, Mama.
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Post by Loki Love ♥ on Apr 16, 2007 22:54:36 GMT -5
Loki stopped to catch his breath, leaning against a wall, eyes closed. It's not fair... just looking at everyone. Why can't I have a normal life? I'm seventeen and I've only had one relationship... one kiss... one love...
He kicked his water bottle bitterly. He hated his parents for moving him, he had friends and family there in Vardo. Now they expect him to stay alone forever...?
No... Only one more year. Then he was gone, back to Norway to see his love. He sighed. "Just gotta make it a little longer..." He grinned a bit and picked up his water bottle. Besides... how are they going to know if he had a few flings?
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Post by Emily Coeur on Apr 17, 2007 14:08:46 GMT -5
Emily's hands came to the Gym door, and she pushed at it gently, just enough to allow her to get through. She wasn't there to shoot hoops, or to 'get fit'; she was simply cutting through to get to the other side of the school. She was a tad too lazy to go all the way around.
As she walked across, her eyes came upon one of the few boys there. He was only a few feet away from her and she tried not to make it too obvious that she was watching him punch at the punching bag endlessly.
Before she could stop herself she found her legs walking over to him. She stopped near him, leaning against a nearby wall. "My goodness, boy. What did the bag ever do to you?" Her voice came out sounding rather childish, as she shot him a smile and ran a hand through her hair. |
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Post by Loki Love ♥ on Apr 17, 2007 19:32:10 GMT -5
Loki was slightly startled, he stopped and looked over with wide eyes. It took him a minute to formulate words before he smiled meekly. "Nothing... I guess. I was just letting out frustrations...." He watched her as he fixed his gloves and fidgeted a bit. "Why? Does this bag have feelings?" He mused with a grin. "I wouldn't want to continue my torturous acts if it did..." He added playfully, remembering he would never fit in if he was nervous.
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Post by Emily Coeur on Apr 17, 2007 19:44:32 GMT -5
Emily noticed that he hadn't been expecting much or any company and her teeth came over her lower lip in a nervous habit as he looked over at her. As he first began to speak to her she got a feeling she should just continue on with her short cut. But, as the grin came across his lips she decided to stick around a bit longer. "Well, by the sound of it yes. Couldn't you hear it screaming from pain?" She shot him a small pout, but before she could help it it had turned into a small smile. "Pfsht, kids these days." Emily shook her head, as if totally dissapointed. |
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Post by Loki Love ♥ on Apr 17, 2007 19:58:43 GMT -5
Loki rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh yes, just blame it on us kids." He teased with a slightly wider grin. His accent was still there, heavy Norwegian, but it wasn't conflicting with his humor. He shook his head a bit. "And we just all know that us kids are sadistic freaks...." He laughed a bit, picking up his water bottle and taking a drink, flipping his ever so slightly sweaty hair out of his face.
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Post by Emily Coeur on Apr 17, 2007 20:12:35 GMT -5
By this point Emily had allowed a laugh to escape her lips. She caught onto his accent, wondering where exactly he was from. "Well, of course we are." She said, her back loosing contact with the wall as she took a small step forward. As the boy took a drink from his water bottle, Emily parted her lips to introduce herself. "I'm Emily by the way. Emily Coeur." |
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Post by Loki Love ♥ on Apr 17, 2007 20:19:39 GMT -5
He set the bottle to the side and looked over, smiling. "Names Loki. Loki Haartz." He took this time to actually look at her, she was pretty and well dressed... with beautiful hair. He refrained from touching as he grinned. "So Emily... do you always pester people in the gym?" He teased, raising his brow slightly, but he had a light enough tone to show he was kidding and just playing with her. He hated hurting peoples feelings but loved to tease a bit.
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Post by Emily Coeur on Apr 17, 2007 20:27:01 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, Loki." Emily responded before continuing, "Where are you from? You accent.. Is amazing." She said, bluntly, before she could help herself. She laughed as he teased her, catching on that he was merely kidding. "Yes, I do.. It's really fun." She nodded rather energetically before giggling softly as she brought her hand up to cover her mouth for a slight moment. |
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Post by Loki Love ♥ on Apr 17, 2007 20:36:04 GMT -5
Loki smiled brightly, as if very proud. "Vardo, Norway.... and thank you. But I like your hair better. Accents can't show a persons style like someones hair..." He added lightly. He laughed and shook his head as she responded to his tease. "Shame on you Emily... picking on lil' ol' me." He grinned back at her giggle. Friend Number 2! I'm making good progress.
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Post by Emily Coeur on Apr 17, 2007 20:42:45 GMT -5
Emily smiled as she saw that he was pretty glad he had it. "You're welcomeee. And thank you as well." She laughed, running a hand through her hair as she ruffled it gently. "It's just hair though.. At least your accent makes you unique." She smiled before laughing once again at the next few words that slipped through his lips. "Eeee! I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist." She answered, poking his nose gently.
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Post by Loki Love ♥ on Apr 17, 2007 20:51:28 GMT -5
He laughed and shrugged. "Eh, you live with what you got... everyone has their quirks and unique aspects." He blinked and his eyes crossed for a few seconds as she poked his nose. He smiled to hide the almost blush. "Aw its okay... I don't mind if its you thats picking on me." He added almost coyly, this was starting to be a fun conversation.
(( Laterz Emily. ))
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Post by Emily Coeur on Apr 18, 2007 14:31:08 GMT -5
Emily nodded slightly, agreeing with his words. Another short giggle escaped her mouth as she noticed him going cross eyed. A grin came across the girls pale pink lips. "In that case, I'll keep picking on you." She, of course, was joking. Emily allowed a short silence to come upon them before raising her brow at him slightly, "And why is it that it's okay when I do it?" Her voice had a hint of curiosity on it, as her eyes didn't part from his. |
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Post by Loki Love ♥ on Apr 18, 2007 19:05:38 GMT -5
Loki laughed and shrugged. "I donno... I guess I'm a sucker for pretty ladies and bullies." He joked lightly. He smiled at her. "Is that alright to you, Emily?" His humor always got the best of him, and he liked her company anyways. Two nice people already. Go him.
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Post by Emily Coeur on Apr 18, 2007 19:27:39 GMT -5
Emily allowed another round of laughter to erupt from her lips. "Well, that's a fantastic reason." She paused for a moment, putting a hand on her hip. "I mean, I am pretty gorgeous." She flicked some of her hair back, rolling her eyes at herself to show she was simply joking. The girl wasn't that vain. She wasn't vain at all, come to think of it. "Ooh, that's A-Okay with me." She stated, bringing her right hand up and giving him a thumbs up. |
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