Marco
Rogue Werewolf
Doorman & Bartender: The Onyx
Nowhere to run, pointless to hide. Just lay there and scream, pretending to try.
Posts: 58
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Post by Marco on Feb 19, 2006 19:06:36 GMT
He didn’t have to be at work for hours, and since he’d had the day off yesterday, he had managed to get a decent, full night’s sleep. So there he was, burning off some excess energy before he had to deal with the customers at the club later that night. He knew very well how aggravated he could get with the humans — and any number of non-humans — who came to The Onyx, so it helped to work off the tension here first… that way, he didn’t put his job, or any lives, on the line.
The approach of the full moon wasn’t helping.
Despite his age, Marco had never quite been able to remain completely calm as other older werewolves could during that time of the month, no matter how hard he tried. He just didn’t have it in him, he supposed.
Currently, he was mercilessly pounding on the — thankfully — heavy-duty punching bag hanging by a thick chain from the centre of the ceiling, in the basement gym of the apartment building he lived in. It saved him the trouble of having to go to a public gym, and having to hide his real strength; this one was barely used, and he rarely detected more than one or two lingering scents in here from other people. In fact, he had a feeling it would have been abandoned or removed completely had he not shown such an interest in its facilities after moving in.
The bag was holding against his blows, thankfully, and with each new hit, it swung on its solid chain. A few times, he’d actually paid to have a stronger one installed, because he’d either broken the previous one, or noticed it weakening. Giving the bag a small break, he checked the clock on the wall. Just a few hours to go…
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Marco
Rogue Werewolf
Doorman & Bartender: The Onyx
Nowhere to run, pointless to hide. Just lay there and scream, pretending to try.
Posts: 58
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Post by Marco on Mar 11, 2006 0:06:40 GMT
Having passed a significant amount of time, Marco finally realised he should let the bag recuperate from his workout, and head back upstairs. He would need to shower before his shift, and maybe eat something; at the very least, he could eat at the club, if he didn't find anything to his liking in his cupboard... which was likely, given that he was probably due for another grocery run.
Collecting what belongings he'd taken down to the gym with him, he headed out of the basement.
Continued in: Marco's Apartment.
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Billie
Human
Departed
Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
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Post by Billie on Jan 25, 2008 19:48:41 GMT
Running outdoors might've been more productive. Out in the balmy night air, taking in the city, maybe running into a friend or an acquaintance. Then, she could go by The Onyx, maybe pester Marco a little...but all of that took effort and time, two things that Billie suddenly didn't want to expend.
So it was the treadmill for her. There was a long row of the machines that were generally kept in fairly good order by the landlord, thank goodness. Only a few other people occupied the gym along with the singer -- two others on the nearby treadmill and someone on the weight machines -- and they were all in their own little worlds. Billie was in much the same state with her mp3 player blasting something loud and upbeat into her skull. She kept time with her feet, clad in their semi-scuffed trainers, and kept her eyes on the mirrored wall before her. The song switched after a moment or two, but Billie's pace remained steady and she continued to go absolutely nowhere.
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