Workin Out Wit Jasson //open//

[jason]

"Well, Well" Jason joked as an attractive girl passed.
Besides the fact he was getting his abs in better shape everytime he worked out, he loved the view he received from the fine ladies who tended to their bodies as much as himself.

He released study breaths as he lifted weights above him, slowly putting them back he pushed himself up. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he grabbed a handtowl tossing it over his shoulder. Looking in the mirror that hung behind him, he felt his rippled abs with a satisfied face gesture.

Yep..that was it.
Jason was extremely full of himself. There wasn't any other explaination.

[Olivia & Ophelia Parker]

"Don't it feel good to let yourself, don't it feel nice from your head to your toes.."

Like always, Ophelia was one again singing along to a random song her Ipod was playing.

The girl walked in, a large pair of headphones over her head. Her blond hair was tied into a high ponytail and, like often, she had no makeup on her face. She wasn't big on the makeup. Maybe some eyeliner, but nothing too fancy. Down on her hips were black workout pants that ended at the knee. A simple bright soft pink shirt hugged her torso and showed about two inches of her stomach. An old pair of white and lime green sneakers were on her feet as she walked in, looked around and decided on a machine.

It was the first time she was here and well, wasn't much of a.. Gym person. But, there were cute guys here, huh? That had to be a bonus.

[jason]

A slight smirk appeared across Jason's face as the girl entered the gym. 'damn..' he thought as his mysterious eyes followed her. He wasn't much for staring..usually he would look, look again then look away..Most like an average guy, but she was gorgeous.. then again alot of girls are. He shifted where he couldn't see her anymore then began wiping the sweat off.

He was wearing his average gym wardobe...
A white 'adidas' shirt that fit tightly around his muscular structure, blue and white stripped gym shorts..revealing from his knee down, and regular nike shoes.
On a normal, non-gym day he had better style most would say. Considering his mother taught him his trendy fashion.

[Olivia & Ophelia Parker]

She continued humming the song as she came by the boy. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, smirking lightly.

Ooh.

He was cute.
Very cute.

But then again, so was she.

She looked at the workout machine in front of her, cocking a brow. It looked like a torture machine. She tilted her head to the side, biting her lower lip. Ophelia tried to see how it worked.

"Maybe I lift this.." she muttered as she tried pulling a random handle. It didn't budge. Wow. How clueless she looked.

[jason]

Jason glanced over one last time..'girls..' he muttered in disgust 'can't even figure out a work out object.'
Actually it was pretty much expected .. These man machines were too complex for the women's small brain that is fulfilled with thoughts of make-up, boy toys, and shoes.

He really didn't believe most of the bullshit he thought .. but it was good for a laugh.

Walking toward the girl he held a grin upon his face.
"Need help?" he offered in a teasing manner while leaning among the machine itself.

[Olivia & Ophelia Parker]

She raised a brow as the boy offered help, thinking about it for a moment. She hated feeling like the damsel in distress, even though she always was.

"Hm." she said, looking over at him with her bright grey eyes. "I'll accept your help as long as you don't go off thinking I'm some brainless ditz." she told him, smirking.

"I don't do gym much." she explained.

[jason]

Jason laughed.
"Awe..I wanted to be the hero..just my luck."
He watched her glance around, she was hot..he had to admit.
She wasn't that average ..slutty type that smiled and flirted she was actually the kind that enjoyed a conversation.
Odd.
Girls in New York ..were usually the type to fall over their feet for him..yet she seemed not even interested, things might have changed a while back..and he just now noticed?

'Might as well try harder' he thought bitterly, when usually he was effortless. Girls these days...
He wasn't one for one night stands .. He wasn't that big of a man whore..
Well he wasn't at all , when he thought about it. Maybe just a really big flirt. Oh well...

[Eric Deniel]

"Get off that damn thing and get out of the freaking vehicle," Eric murmured, scowling at the lone occupant in the backseat of his car. The girl and her laptop. Rolling his eyes when she set down the electronic device but then promptly removed a novel from her bag, he ran a hand through his light earth brown hair, resisting the urge to sigh as well. "When you decide that human interaction is better than reading...I'll be inside," he stated, closing the car door and pacing towards the front door of the gym, white sneakers striped with silver making not much sound against the pavement as he moved.

Once inside, Eric adjusted the waistband of his grey sweatpants, jogging in place for a moment. Light blue eyes remained trained on the floor, as his feet carried him to one of the threadclimbers. Starting the machine, he wet his lips, closing his eyes as he began his workout. His sister was on his mind, and he wondered if the girl was going to come inside or not. Probably the latter, since she was so stubborn and unsocial. He wouldn't put it pass her to stay in that car for the next hour or so, whilst he burnt his calories.

A grey, cut-off sleeves shirt was loose on his torso. It was old, but didn't seem that way. He had somewhere to be in a few hours, but figured he could spend some quality time with the kid. That didn't seem like it would happen though, as she hadn't spoken but two words to him on the whole journey. 'Probably still pissed I stood her up at the arcade,' he though, small smirk tilting his lips.

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[Olivia & Ophelia Parker]

"Aww, did you?" she said, smirking as he said he wanted to be the hero. "Then maybe I'll have to get into a bit of trouble.." she added, chuckling softly as she sat down on the machine's seat.

"I push this, right?" she asked, as she did so. She did a set of five before stopping. Chuckling softly, she said "You come here a lot, I'm guessin'?" she said, more in the mood for a talk than a workout.

[jason]

Nodding slightly in a greeting manner as the guy passed then shifted back to the girl.
"Now where are my manners.." he laughed with a dramatic pause. "I'm Jason..Jason Gregory" he introduced holding his hand out for a shake.
"And you might be?" he asked making an odd hand gesture and an arch of the eyebrow.

"Yeah I think you got the whole 'work out' o'deal down.." he teased while showing his white teeth in a grin.

[Alexis Deniel]

Pursing her lips as her brother exited, Alexis shrugged and flicked her gaze back down to the pages of her novel. She wasn't seeing the words though, as he did have a point. But why the hell did he select a gym? Jeeze. Couldn't she go socialize at...oh, a park? Who wanted to talk to someone reaking of sweat? Sometimes, she really thought the guy was missing a few brain cells. But then again, he was a guy. Okay, so that was just a sister's thoughts of her older brother.

With a sigh, she closed her book and dropped it down unto the seat beside her, unlocking the car door and stepping from it. Closing the thing behind her, she ran to the front doors of the place, having gotten hit with a cold draft of wind which chased her inside. Seeking out her brother, but wrinkling her nose at some of the souped up bodies inside, she shook her head. Did they actually think all those lumps on their bodies was attractive? And the steroid-poppers were even worse. Not to say that those at the gym were.

Tucking an errant lock of light blonde hair back into its bun, she narrowed her eyes upon seeing her brother. Maybe she could push him off the machine and blame it on tripping... Naw, she wasn't that cruel. Smiling ever-so-slightly, she made her way over to him, setting her hands upon the vacant machine next to him. "This won't make the girls like you any more you know," she said matter-of-factly, staring back at him with a deep sky-blue gaze. Seeing the smirk slide off his face, she smirked back. "Now, um...is an Aerobics class going on today?" She didn't feel like getting on a machine.

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[Olivia & Ophelia Parker]

"I might be Ophelia." she said, grinning as she sat up. She took the boy's hand, shaking it enthusiastically.

She pulled her tongue out at his teasing, giggling softly.

She looked past the boy as she saw someone familiar pass by. Oh! That was Eric. She then looked back at Jason, smiling. "You always wait around for a clueless girl to help?" she asked, cocking a brow with a smirk. She knew how guys like him worked. Well, she thought she did. They helped a girl with a thing or two, charmed them with some nice comments.. Then whoop, dissapeared as another hottie passed by.

[jason]

"You might not know me as well as you think." he reassured her.
"I mean, you think i'm that over-all shallow guy..that is always waiting for that down right hottie to walk in." he kept on, walking around the machine as if he was on a tv show.

"Well, I'm not..Of course when it happens..It's a pleasure.."
He laughed as she stuck her tounge out.. maybe she had just as much of a sense of humor as him.
"Now, if I wasn't around lerking for that girl.. of the day that I 'just' might help...I wouldn't have had the pleasure of meeting you."He said, his heavy british accent revealing itself.

"Don't you feel special..?" he laughed trying to prove his point.

[Eric Deniel]

Having inclined his head in a greeting to the guy as well, Eric had totally missed the fact that Ophelia was standing next to him. He hadn't been paying much attention as it was. Hearing the comments strewn his way from his sister, he rolled his eyes. "I'm not the one who doesn't have any friends," he retorted lightly, missing the fact that her expression turned stony. "I wouldn't know. Why don't you go check?" he inquired, logically. He wasn't the one who wanted to do the aerobics class, so he wouldn't know. "Those classes are a waste of time though," he smirked, finally looking her way. Gesturing around the room with an airy wave of his hand, he said, "There's plenty of people around here you can speak with. Why don't you go do that?"

Pausing in his work out for a few seconds, he turned his body, looking about the place. Finally seeing the girl he'd met the other day, whom he now classified a friend actually, he offered her a friendly smile and then looked back down at his sister. "She's nice. Go introduce yourself," he said in a whisper. His sister didn't budge though, so he hopped off his machine, grasped her by the upper arm, and semi-dragged her over to the pair. "Hi," he said in greeting.

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[Olivia & Ophelia Parker]

Woah.
Was he a mind-reader or something?

"Ohmigod, I'm special!" she squealed, giggling. "How rad.. Well, you're special too, Jason." she told him, chuckling.

"But you know.." she said, "You're gonna have to prove you're not like the rest of them." she told him, smiling. The girl got up, glancing away for a moment. "I'm not that too fond of the machines.. They're not made for petite girls such as myself." she added, laughing.

"So, Jason, what are you.." the girl's question stopped in mid-talk as she saw Eric's smile.

She returned it, along with a small wave. Ophelia grinned as he came by, along with a girl. Hm, his sister? "Hey." she told the two.