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maskormenacelogs2015-10-02 12:53 pm
promotional) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-10-02 12:53 pm
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[open] cool, I'm just trying to be cool-- it's all because of you
WHO: Rhys (promotional) and company
WHERE: Nonah and De Chima
WHEN: October 1st - whenever the swear-in happens
WHAT: Rhys, Rhys, Rhys. the man. the menace.
WARNINGS: a man with too much leg wearing too little shorts. more tba.
A: Nonah
[Let's not question how Rhys found the running path or why today, of all days, he thought it would be a good idea to start keeping up with his fitness. The truth is boring, and involved a taunting dream featuring a certain accountant's six-pack that Rhys may never see in person ever again. Both a blessing and a curse, but mostly a curse because he enjoyed the best friend attached to the unattainable body. That aside, he woke up aware that while he's slender and has a rather nice jawline, it would be nice to make those muscles pop.
Hell, make muscles exist at all.
So he hit up a local shop, purchased their finest pair of running shorts (navy blue with yellow trim) and running tank (more turquoise than it needed to be)-- oh, then some socks! A sweatband! An armband to hold his comm-- look at those headphones! Shoes!
Three hours later, he'd finished his shopping and left the packaging waste in his apartment.
It can be any day, really, and presumably early enough in the morning or late enough in the evening that Tony won't side-eye his most... enthusiastic employee for failing to show up for the workday. Maybe you can see five miles of leg running one mile of path in three inches of nylon shorts, or he's stretching and it's somehow worse. Nothing here should be forgiven.]
B: De Chima
[Rhys is finished sulking over being taken away from Helios and all the glory about to be bestowed upon him. What he hasn't brought an end to is that itch to find another golden throne and feel a little important. He's not the sort to step up as a hero, so that was out of the question from the get-go. Instead, he'd rather focus on what he's always been good at: collecting data. He's found a city bench to sit on, ECHOeye turned on so that it shines a paler blue than normal. Everyone who passes will be scanned with or without their consent (unless they have some jammer on them). This is only a practice test to see how much intelligence his ECHOgear is prepared to log in a single day. Once he hits some burnout, then-- yeah, then he's going to start building something better. Making his own upgrades like he hasn't in a while.
In the meantime, he now knows of at least two drug dealers! So, like, if the evening gets boring? But for now he's content to people watch in a way that's far more informative than it is imaginative.]
promotional) and companyWHERE: Nonah and De Chima
WHEN: October 1st - whenever the swear-in happens
WHAT: Rhys, Rhys, Rhys. the man. the menace.
WARNINGS: a man with too much leg wearing too little shorts. more tba.
A: Nonah
[Let's not question how Rhys found the running path or why today, of all days, he thought it would be a good idea to start keeping up with his fitness. The truth is boring, and involved a taunting dream featuring a certain accountant's six-pack that Rhys may never see in person ever again. Both a blessing and a curse, but mostly a curse because he enjoyed the best friend attached to the unattainable body. That aside, he woke up aware that while he's slender and has a rather nice jawline, it would be nice to make those muscles pop.
Hell, make muscles exist at all.
So he hit up a local shop, purchased their finest pair of running shorts (navy blue with yellow trim) and running tank (more turquoise than it needed to be)-- oh, then some socks! A sweatband! An armband to hold his comm-- look at those headphones! Shoes!
Three hours later, he'd finished his shopping and left the packaging waste in his apartment.
It can be any day, really, and presumably early enough in the morning or late enough in the evening that Tony won't side-eye his most... enthusiastic employee for failing to show up for the workday. Maybe you can see five miles of leg running one mile of path in three inches of nylon shorts, or he's stretching and it's somehow worse. Nothing here should be forgiven.]
B: De Chima
[Rhys is finished sulking over being taken away from Helios and all the glory about to be bestowed upon him. What he hasn't brought an end to is that itch to find another golden throne and feel a little important. He's not the sort to step up as a hero, so that was out of the question from the get-go. Instead, he'd rather focus on what he's always been good at: collecting data. He's found a city bench to sit on, ECHOeye turned on so that it shines a paler blue than normal. Everyone who passes will be scanned with or without their consent (unless they have some jammer on them). This is only a practice test to see how much intelligence his ECHOgear is prepared to log in a single day. Once he hits some burnout, then-- yeah, then he's going to start building something better. Making his own upgrades like he hasn't in a while.
In the meantime, he now knows of at least two drug dealers! So, like, if the evening gets boring? But for now he's content to people watch in a way that's far more informative than it is imaginative.]
ayyyyyyy
Except when it haunts you, then it's still pretty present. Which is all of it for Jack but it comes in waves. Some are worse than others, and his hatred is so powerful that sometimes he just wants this domestic playtime to be over and let the rivers run red.
But you can't get away with that here! Haha hahaha ha. Ha...
And it's funny how the past can come back to haunt you, especially when you're just looking to take a quick stroll to get some air, maybe look for some quiet place without anyone around where he could just scream out all of his anger and punch a tree until his knuckles bled - and you look, and you double take, because there it is. Just barely covered for everyone to ogle. Like there's no amount of shame in the universe that could apply here.]
Jeez kiddo, did they forget to sell you a censor bar with those shorts?
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So yeah, being rejected was more painful than it had any right to be. But he was Rhys and that meant a little something out here, while he wasn't sure if Jack had yet to make nearly as much a smudge of a name for himself. The small victories would have to be counted while the larger ones laid dormant.
Then, right before he's ready to run and let out some steam of his own, who's there to snark, iconic mask and all?]
Hey.
[Lame. Lame. 'Hey.' What is he?
Play it cooler. Hand on your hip, smile cocky enough to seem friendly.
As you stay several feet away.]
Like most people, I like to avoid chafing. Sue me.