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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2016 17:52:28 GMT -5
Extreme ways are back again Extreme places I didn’t know Jaron Namir It had been a few weeks since Bo had arrived and while the work she did certainly would keep her in shape. It just wasn’t the exercise she was used to. A few of the others in camp had said the same thing as well. Their exercise options just weren’t working out for them. She had an idea however for at least a partial solution for now. An idea at least for the heavy lifters of the group. It would be rather familiar to a few of them already actually as it wasn’t that uncommon of a training aide. For now Bo was heading towards the woods to find just the right tree. With a bit of work she would be able to carve it to use as a weight. Obviously how much it weight wasn’t exactly variable but one step at a time. What passed for trees here were solid and once Bo had it chopped down with her axe she started to give it a rough carve of what they would need. Well the handles were rough and would certainly need some sort of wrap around them but they were there. The rest would really need something smaller than an axe head to carve. Putting her axe aside, Bo took a good grip on the makeshift weight and hoisted it. She couldn’t help but grin slightly as she did. The exhilaration was great. It had been way too long since she’d gotten a proper workout. With a small grunt she readjusted and then hoisted it over her shoulder to carry back closer towards the compound. Snagging her axe she made her way back She paused and watched as she approached a stranger. A guy she didn’t know who seemed to also like exorcise she guessed. At least based upon what she was seeing him do currently. It was always good to find another person to join their little exorcise club.   |
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Post by Jaron Namir on Nov 6, 2016 14:25:40 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"]  [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Jaron was in the middle of hoisting his way up a tree when he heard a crash that nearly had him missing the next branch. Thankfully, he managed to secure a grip - if he hadn't, he would have fallen quite a way. He tried not to look down; just the thought made him nauseous. His fear had improved since he started this working out this way, but the risk of death via free fall was still very real. Head swinging awkwardly over one shoulder, his eyes searched for the source of the sound. If it hadn't been daylight, he would've shrugged it off as whatever gargantuan thing lurked these woods at night. If it was out and about now... That would mean its behavior had changed, and Jaron wasn't excited to find out whether that was a good or bad thing. He doubted he was up high enough to evade its grasp if it turned out to be malicious. Instead of anything terrifying, though, all he saw was a tree bobbing along in the wrong direction. Ah, the architects must be making someone else a cabin like his. He nearly ignored them and went back to his workout, but just before he turned his head he caught sight of the first - and only person hauling the log. Jaron was strong, but he was by no means of the bodybuilder variety; this person was buff. She - this fact alone had his brain practically exploding - wasn't exactly close to him, but her muscles were defined as all get-out so he could see them anyway. For a second he thought he might get away with chilling in the tree and wouldn't have to interact with her, but the moment it crossed his mind, she was looking at him. The branch he was hanging from was too wide to only hold onto with one hand, so waving and getting on with his day wasn't an option. Sighing quietly to himself, he dropped to the next branch down and pulled himself up and around to sit on it. He could've gone the whole way to the ground, but to be perfectly honest she intimidated him. He sang for a living - she looked like she probably conquered worlds on a daily basis and drank the tears of children. Alright, that was an exaggeration; but he still wasn't getting on her level. Not really sure what to say, Jaron tried for a friendly smirk that probably looked more like he needed to shit and went with something nonchalant: "Architect, I assume?"[attr="class","sintag2"] @muscle x excuse him xD [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 15:23:09 GMT -5
Extreme ways are back again Extreme places I didn’t know Jaron Namir Bo took a few steps closer just so she wasn’t having to shout at the stranger up in the trees. Giving him a friendly smile she shrugged flipping the log forward and letting it fall to the ground. She almost had to laugh at his near statement of a question about her being an architect. It was a solid guess really. It was either that or a hunter or a watcher. She could do each of those in a pinch though she really didn’t have the hunting experience. She had certainly helped skin an animal or two. They always seemed happy for her to give a hand with that. But then it did take a fair bit of effort. “Yeah I’m an architect most days. My names Bo.”<p> “Having a good time up there? I think I’m kinda jealous.” That was one downfall really of being as large as she was. While she could climb and would on occasion, it wasn’t exactly easy for her to do. Having as much muscle as she did honestly weighed you down. <p> She motioned towards the log she had tossed down on the ground. “A few of us decided we needed some more exercise options and are going to cobble together a few weights. Any requests?” While he wasn’t nearly as big as she was, it was still evident that he lifted some weights. Certainly couldn’t hurt to ask, and the more the merrier really. |
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Post by Jaron Namir on Dec 9, 2016 16:26:16 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Bo. Of course her name was Bo. "Jaron," he called down, wasting no time trying to impress her with his stage name. Besides, he was shirtless and she'd approached with his back to her - she would've seen the tattoo covering half his form, which he was infamous for; he didn't need to do anything else to advertise who he was. Especially since she looked like the kind of person who cared very little for his type of music. At her question, Jaron shrugged and smirked. "Yeah, it's fun and challenging at the same time. Like, if you let go you die, kind of challenging," he dared tease, put slightly at ease by her light tone. Eyes falling to where she motioned, Jaron waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, I'm pretty good with what I have here. I've been here a few months now, so I've learned how to use what I've got. Thanks though," he replied, giving a genuine smile this time. "Maybe I'll come give your way a try sometime, though. Exurbia?" he questioned, making the assumption based on the direction she was heading. He was pretty close to the river and didn't know anyone that lived between him and the water source, but he could be wrong. So... What now? He felt like that was all the conversation that was necessary, but it would be rude to scurry up the tree and be done with her, so he stuck around. His gaze raked the forest for a few seconds before coming up with something else to say. "How long've you been here?"[attr="class","sintag2"] @muscle x so sorry for the wait! [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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