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maskormenacelogs2014-12-13 03:53 pm
glampop) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-12-13 03:53 pm
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[closed] i can give you such a rush
WHO: Caesar glampop and trickstar
WHERE: a high profile gym in Heropa
WHEN: backdated to yesterday, Friday 12/12, evening
WHAT: Caesar and Joseph are going to remember how to fight.
WARNINGS: Violence? Men being little pissy babies slapping each other?
[Caesar explicitly doesn't call it cheating to make private use of the gym membership he was offered as a career perk. His talent manager never said he couldn't use it for his own gain, which meant, he thinks, it can be used for any purpose. In theory, he should be purely working on his cardio, getting some weight lifting in, making sure he stays in peak physical condition, so on and so forth. And it isn't as if he's neglected those duties, no, but, okay. To be on the level… schmoozing up the front desk for a guest pass was likely not what his work had wanted. Taking Joseph there was also outside of the realm of desired actions. Renting a racquetball room for the purpose of Ripple training, also, mayhaps, not great.
But it's a Friday evening and most gym attendees are doing something fun, like having a cheat day or seeing a movie and promising themselves they'll hit the treadmill tomorrow morning. This is as good a time as any to break a handful of rules for the greater good.
So, racquetball and racquet-racquets set aside, Caesar stands in simple attired, near the center of the room. He brought a backpack full of gear which currently rests at his feet.]
I want you to tell me what you remember of your training, Jojo.
[He crosses his arms over his chest. Pure confidence as his voice bounces off the thick walls and high ceiling.]
glampop and trickstarWHERE: a high profile gym in Heropa
WHEN: backdated to yesterday, Friday 12/12, evening
WHAT: Caesar and Joseph are going to remember how to fight.
WARNINGS: Violence? Men being little pissy babies slapping each other?
[Caesar explicitly doesn't call it cheating to make private use of the gym membership he was offered as a career perk. His talent manager never said he couldn't use it for his own gain, which meant, he thinks, it can be used for any purpose. In theory, he should be purely working on his cardio, getting some weight lifting in, making sure he stays in peak physical condition, so on and so forth. And it isn't as if he's neglected those duties, no, but, okay. To be on the level… schmoozing up the front desk for a guest pass was likely not what his work had wanted. Taking Joseph there was also outside of the realm of desired actions. Renting a racquetball room for the purpose of Ripple training, also, mayhaps, not great.
But it's a Friday evening and most gym attendees are doing something fun, like having a cheat day or seeing a movie and promising themselves they'll hit the treadmill tomorrow morning. This is as good a time as any to break a handful of rules for the greater good.
So, racquetball and racquet-racquets set aside, Caesar stands in simple attired, near the center of the room. He brought a backpack full of gear which currently rests at his feet.]
I want you to tell me what you remember of your training, Jojo.
[He crosses his arms over his chest. Pure confidence as his voice bounces off the thick walls and high ceiling.]