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paradisalogs2012-02-04 05:52 pm
brute_shot_bully) wrote in paradisalogs2012-02-04 05:52 pm
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Who: Agent Carolina youfallback and Agent Maine brute_shot_bully
What: Chillaxing in the fallout of OH TEH NOES DRAMA
When: Tonight
Where: Maine's room in Carolina's room
Rating: PG-13. Maine.
He wouldn't have heard her enter, wouldn't have expected her at this time, even. Ever since the blowout from Washington's intention to get Maine's armor back to him, he'd been spending most of his waking time just working out.
His room resembled more a military gym then an actual bedroom. Every possible machine to work every possible muscle lined the floor, each one wearing signs of use. Mirrors lined the wall, a stack of free weights by the door. If one looked hard enough they'd find the bed tucked in a corner surrounded by a few stacks of books and dirty magazines (and under the bed, the box of dirty toys from Mistress). Next to the bed was a recent edition, a door to an indoor park for his dog, for the times he was locked in.
Which seemed rather pointless, now.
Maine himself was at the bench, a brace over his right knee, pushing himself to lift ten pounds over his limit. The distraction of taut muscles, the stretch of scar tissue over his various wounds, the heat and burn, was enough to make him forget just how angry he was with everything if just for the moment. His dog, As Yet Unnamed, lounged on the bed. She heard Carolina enter over the grunts of her owner and the creak and clanging of metal. She lifted her head and gave a single, deep, warning bark.
youfallback and Agent Maine brute_shot_bullyWhat: Chillaxing in the fallout of OH TEH NOES DRAMA
When: Tonight
Where: Maine's room in Carolina's room
Rating: PG-13. Maine.
He wouldn't have heard her enter, wouldn't have expected her at this time, even. Ever since the blowout from Washington's intention to get Maine's armor back to him, he'd been spending most of his waking time just working out.
His room resembled more a military gym then an actual bedroom. Every possible machine to work every possible muscle lined the floor, each one wearing signs of use. Mirrors lined the wall, a stack of free weights by the door. If one looked hard enough they'd find the bed tucked in a corner surrounded by a few stacks of books and dirty magazines (and under the bed, the box of dirty toys from Mistress). Next to the bed was a recent edition, a door to an indoor park for his dog, for the times he was locked in.
Which seemed rather pointless, now.
Maine himself was at the bench, a brace over his right knee, pushing himself to lift ten pounds over his limit. The distraction of taut muscles, the stretch of scar tissue over his various wounds, the heat and burn, was enough to make him forget just how angry he was with everything if just for the moment. His dog, As Yet Unnamed, lounged on the bed. She heard Carolina enter over the grunts of her owner and the creak and clanging of metal. She lifted her head and gave a single, deep, warning bark.