BIG JET PLANE / (bael)

[georgia mae willingham]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]gym rat. georgia laughed as she stared at her iphone as she got herself dressed. she tossed the phone back onto her bed and finished getting ready, pulling on her clothes before she pulled her hair back into a messy bun. georgia took one final look in the mirror before turning to look over her shoulder out the window. her eyes searched for the familiar dark brown body happily munching on grass out in the back paddock of the family's barn. she smiled and grabbed her duffel bag off the ground before heading out of her room, quickly making her way down the stairs. she grabbed her car keys and headed towards the gym. she pulled into the parking lot and went inside, quickly starting her usual routine of stretching before she jumped onto one of the stationary bikes. she tucked her headphones into her ears before tucking her ipod into a sleeve on her arm. once she was settled, she began cycling for the next twenty minutes before she stopped and moved on, heading over to the machines to work out her abs. she was so stressed about her core staying in shape because of the constant riding she did and the people at the gym that were there as much as she was knew her routine probably as well as she did. she spotted a few people she recognized and gave them a small wave before resting on the ground, beginning her crunches routine, her music blasting away. after maybe ten minutes she stood up and went over to the water fountain to refill her bottle and found herself waiting in line behind a few others. she looked up at the clock on the wall trying not to be too impatient with this person. she kept looking over the person's shoulder in front of her and she felt herself becoming annoyed. "come on," she muttered under her breath, unaware of those around her. [/style]

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[nicholas bael white]

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i'm going to rip this shit till my bones collapse

He didn't want to think about how long he had been awake. the thoughts always swayed and dizzied him. but no natural powers or causes could ever make his jumbled head sleepy. not even drk spots would cloud his vision. it was the horror of staying awake forever, or close to it as one could get. Signing out of his night shift, bael rolled his shoulders and neck, pushing out all of the scenes that ran over his eye lids from that work night. drunk drivers' crashes, gone. cars wrapped around trees, gone. late night grilling fires, gone. the memories were still there but the feelings weren't. His head was calm and peaceful, but that was no cure for the restless day that lay ahead of him. if bael could have taken the next shift, he would have but his boss already complained enough about him working nearly 24 hours a day.

running his finger's through his hair, the young man went straight to the place where he could literally run himself till he was dead on his feet. the clanking mental of weights, the grunts and wheezes from overworked bodies; it was all he he pretended his dreams would be if he had any. he started with the easier sits-ups and push-ups, adjusting sometimes to pull-ups. he left little room for a break as he bounced expertly around the weight benches to get into the thick of his workout. without keeping track of the time, bael's grey tank top was already darker in some patches with his proof of effort. The wear on his muscles was catching up to him as he finished off a set of reps. and his water bottle was running low. that needed to be taken too first. Ambling over to the line of others wanting water, bael swiped his forearm over his forehead. he wold have been content to stand there in silence, in waiting, had it not been for the blonde standing in front of him. "if you want water so bad, then why don't you just cut everyone?" his work worn voice rumbled out, slipping from his mind even if he hadn't meant to say it a loud. But that was a good sign, it always got more loose lipped when he was exhausting himself. With nonchalant green-gold eyes, the man shrugged passively. it wouldn't bother him if she decided to cut everyone.

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