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Post by Isabel Pimm on Nov 29, 2006 22:34:20 GMT -5
After eating her extra big dinner tonight, for who knows what reason on why it was so big. Bell had to go workout, to keep that 'model' body.
She loved the job, but hated it at the same time.
"I'm going to the gym!" Bell yelled to her mom as she came down the stairs in her black sports bra and grey Hollister short shorts which she made shorter by rolling them.
"Which one?" her mom yelled to her being the dumb-ass that she was.
"The only one near here, Power Ten!" she yelled back grabbing her big white Juicy sweater and slamming the door.
"Oh my gosh it's freezing!" she yelled to herself than zipped up her sweater and started to jog to the gym. Her hood bounced with her hair blowing as she ran her Niki's made little pit-pat noises.
Once she got there she went inside and showed the guy her ID and went to her favorite part of the Power Ten.
The boxing room.
Their she went in and took off her sweater for it was no longer cold and she'd get warmed up anyways. Bell turned on the radio and walked up to the punching bag and started to hit and kick it like it was her enemy.
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Post by Eric Deniel on Nov 29, 2006 23:27:07 GMT -5
There was, of course, a very good reason for this individual to be in the gym at this hour. Sadly, he himself didn't know it. Well, actually, he did -- just rathered to not think about it. If one must know though, he was escaping his mother. She just couldn't stop crying. It wasn't his fault he'd 'lost' Hank. She should just do like Paris did and put up a flier for a missing dog and stop complaining to him. Jeeze. He'd told her from the beginning that he'd rather not have been watching that mutt.
Touching a towel to his face, he wiped the beads of sweat that had accumulated on his forehead, off. Vaguely his blue-eyed gaze skimmed over those present at the gym, knowing this was the only time some of them could exercise. Due to work or whatnot.
Returning to his place upon one of the many top quality stationary bikes, he began his second hour of exercising, knowing his mother wouldn't be calm yet and returning now would only permanently damage his eardrums. Of course he'd left Alexis to deal with all the drama, but whatever. When it came to his mom, there was no way to tell her to shut up. Period. Not witout getting a new tsunami of tears crashing from her lids. She could easily drown New York's inhabitants that way. Fine. Exagerration. Whatever.
Threading the fingers of one hand through his light earth brown hair, he slicked a damp lock from his temple, instantaneously closing his eyes. He should return to running as a past-time, truly, as he hadn't gotten all those medals in high school for style. Thinking about running only brought up bad memories though, ones he was now trying to push away. Imagine if the reason he stopped really came out. It'd only be fodder for the gossipping bitches, and that he definitely didn't want... [/color][/center] |
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Post by Isabel Pimm on Nov 29, 2006 23:34:55 GMT -5
Bell was done going at the punching bag and had decided to use one of those stair type machines. Or whatever they were called.
She took off her boxing gloves and put them in her locker, grabbing her towel she whipped off her sweaty face. "ew" she said to herself feeling her damp but still wavy hair.
Jogging over to where the bike and stair type machines were she saw a pretty cute looking guy and decided to use the stair machine next to him. Yes, she was sweaty. So what.
Getting on the machine she put the towel where the buttons were and pressed 'Start'. Glancing at the guy next to her she smiled slightly as she got it going.
"I'm Bell" she said glancing away from him looking straight ahead. |
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Post by Eric Deniel on Nov 29, 2006 23:43:47 GMT -5
Interrupted from his private musings by a 'greeting', Eric slowly opened his eyes, settling the girl now next to him with a look. Someone was social, obviously. "Eric," he said back, wondering if she was new or something. He usually knew most people around New York by face at least, if not name. Her face did look vaguely familiar though. From one of his sister's magazines maybe? He could be mistaken, though. "Pleasure," he added, returning his own gaze to in front of him, legs still moving as he remained seated upright.
Replacing his towel around his neck, he allowed the sweat to soak into that instead of unto his shirt. "New around here?" he inquired, not looking her way. He was curious to know, not using it as a corny pickup line like some guys did. Flicking his gaze two machines down, he nodded his head at a friend, though his focus was still on hearing a reply from this Bell chick. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Isabel Pimm on Nov 29, 2006 23:48:48 GMT -5
"yea..I'm from LA." she said noticing he wasn't in a real social mood. Maybe she did the wrong thing by saying hello? All well, sue her for trying to make friends.
She took the hair band off her wrist and put her hair long thick wavy hair up in a high pony tail so it only went to the end of her head. Grabbing the towel she whipped the back of her neck and set it back down all while staying focused and moving her legs in the same rhythm, after all she wasn't new to working out. |
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Post by Eric Deniel on Nov 29, 2006 23:59:26 GMT -5
"Oh? L.A.?" Eric repeated, nodding his head. "That's cool. I've been there a few times, on mini vacations with the family. My sister loves it. For the weather. I just like it for the beaches," he said, smiling over at her. He didn't mean to come off rude in the beginning, if he had, but he'd been trying to flush his negative thoughts away. Usually he wasn't that type of person, unless he genuinely disliked someone. Anyway. "How long you been in New York? The City?" he continued with his line of questioning, thinking maybe he could make a new friend or something. A person could never have too many of those...well, his sister thought otherwise, but she was in a category by herself. She just didn't trust people's motives, so it was hard to make friends.
Checking the speed he was going, he slowed it down a tad to something more moderate, not wanting to over exert himself. Sure exhausting himself would only serve in making him just want to crash when he got home, but he couldn't not worry about his health either.
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Post by Isabel Pimm on Nov 30, 2006 0:09:49 GMT -5
Bell smiled seeing that he was all a sudden in a better mood. "Yea I loved the beaches, I took great shots there" she said day dreaming about it than snapped back to reality with the sharp pain in her legs. She also slowed down a tad.
"hm...I'd say just a few days" she said shrugging, "What about you? Or were you born here?" she asked still not being able to tell a 'true new yorker' from someone else... well, for she wasn't one. |
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Post by Chris Evans on Nov 30, 2006 0:18:20 GMT -5
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Ic:||"Born and bred," Eric replied, smirk tugging the corners of his lips. "My parents were originally from France, but they travelled here pretty young. Fell in love with the place, and then my sister Alexis and I came into the picture," he added, just throwing in a few random bits of information. She didn't need to know all that, but it didn't matter. "Your family come across with you?" As much as he disliked his mother sometimes, he couldn't be anywhere without them. They fought as much as any other, but when it came down to it, neither could live without the other.
Especially Alex. He couldn't see himself not having somebody to protect. She understood him like no one else could, and although she was his baby sister, he liked having her around. Well, when she dropped the books and studying long enough to hold a decent conversation.
Slowly bringing the machine to a halt by gradually reducing the motion of his legs, he relaxed, needed a break. Picking up his water bottle from on the floor next to him, he popped the top and took a long sip. It wasn't safe to go back home yet, so he'd have to look for some other machine to go work out on. Either that, or go join one of the sessions with the trainers. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Isabel Pimm on Nov 30, 2006 0:38:34 GMT -5
"oh thats cool" she said a little exhausted from the machine she took off her sweater and put it next to the rag.
"yea..my mom came from Germany" she said with a shrug than added "but my dad's from Indiana and they met at a coffee shop" she said with a sigh halfly wishing her mom would have met a different guy.
She pushed herself a little more on the stairs and took a sip of her water and whipped the sweat off her glistening stomache with the towel.
"You know of any modeling agencies around here?" she asked hoping he would. |
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Post by Chris Evans on Nov 30, 2006 0:49:44 GMT -5
"Right, heh." It seemed to him lots of people met like that. Maybe his parents did -- he'd never asked. "Mmhm. Not that I do the modelling gig, but I've passed the place a few times. Plus, its pretty much all the talk, so to speak...Martin and Tritoni, Inc. Its near Rodriguez Nails and Tan," Eric relayed, figuring she'd be able to find it quite easily. "So you model," he deduced, thinking she'd asked because she did. Either that or just starting out. And, she had 'the look'. Body and face to boot, not that he'd been checking her out or anything. Right. He wouldn't be a straight guy if he hadn't. "Just beginning? Or you been in the modelling game for a while?"
Breathing completely back to normal now, he started to cool down, deciding this would be it for the night. Seeing as he had company, he wouldn't jet, but he was done with the exercising. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Isabel Pimm on Nov 30, 2006 0:55:36 GMT -5
"Thankyou" she said "that's a lot of help, I would have made myself look like such a dork asking around" she said with a smile. Finally slowing the machine down to a stop she got off it and leaned against it taking a few sips of her water.
"Yea...I've been at it for a while." she said with a smile of pride, "Have you seen any of the Victorias Secret adds or fashion shows?" she asked slightly tilting her head. As she waited for the response she whipped her face off and her neck. |
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Post by Chris Evans on Nov 30, 2006 1:06:06 GMT -5
"Don't mention it," Eric said with a slight, airy wave of his right hand. Planting his white sneaker covered feet unto the floor, he stretched a bit, interlacing his fingers behind his head. A look of recognition crossed his face, and a small smile slid into place upon his face. "I knew you look familiar," he murmured, nodding his head. "Just thought I was mistaking you for someone else. Of course I couldn't tell one angel from the other, but I could spot an angel in a crowd of common folks." Sure most people only knew Tyra and Adrianna, but the others weren't forgotten. If he had a daughter, he wouldn't make her model for that place though. It was as good as walking around naked.
Lightly leaning against his vacated machine, he wet his lips, glancing away from her briefly. "You usually work out at this hour?...Only time you'll find me out pass midnight is if I went to a club or was on a date or something." This was completely out of the norm for him, but, at least he met someone nice. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Isabel Pimm on Nov 30, 2006 10:21:45 GMT -5
Bell smiled and laughed slightly, "well that's good" she said for she wasn't really noticed that much, whcih was just fine for her but every now and than it was nice to be known.
Taking the last gulp of her water bottle she got up and threw it away. Coming back over "No, not usually normally around six or something but I havn't gone to the gym in a while and this was the only time I could make it today" she said than leaning al her wait on her left foot, "what about you?" she asked tilting her head. |
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