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Post by D.J. Mac on Aug 11, 2009 13:38:22 GMT -5
DJ was at the gym. His recent meetings with Jay had him going into overdrive. If he saw that little ass again it would be too soo! He had started with free weights, benching 300lbs till his muscles ached. He hit the stationery bike shortly thereafter, pumped and ready to take anything on.
He saw the punching bags not being used now was a time to really workout the anger and frustration he had built up inside.
He slipped on the boxing gloves and began to pummel the poor bag. The more he hit the more he was seeing red. First a right then a left then left again then a roundhouse kick, if this were a person the blood would have been spilled and big time by now. He was calming down by now his anger had been worked out of his system. He headed back to the locker room and got a couple dollars from his wallet and went and got a bottle of water and started to down it, he couldn't help but to turn around to see a pair of eyes looking at him, unsure if they were scared of him or in awe of him and his recent display.
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Post by Nolan Ahlstrom on Aug 11, 2009 15:54:34 GMT -5
Nolan watched as DJ beat the piss out of a punching bag. He had arrived at the gym just in time to see the big guy put on a pair of gloves and was quite interested in seeing what he could do. In the two years that Nolan had been on the team, he'd seen DJ put a number of guys to the ground while paving the way for the ball carrier. Protection like that is just what a quarterback liked to see. Nolan watched as DJ finally ended his session and got some water, and it wasn't until DJ looked back at Nolan that he realized he had been staring.
“You look a bit worked up, man. Everything okay?” Nolan walked over to the machine and put some money in for a water. He didn't plan on working out here for too long, he wanted to go throw some balls at home afterwards, but he liked getting a run in and lifting before he threw. His dad always said “You can't throw well until you can throw tired,” and Nolan had watched his two brothers work with that philosophy for years. If his brothers were any indication, Nolan guessed it worked. Nolan was more worried about getting the trust of the team. A great quarterback is a general, and Nolan's biggest weakness had always been being a leader. He was always a quiet guy, and while he thought his teammates liked him enough, he didn't know if they'd follow him into battle. But they followed Chuck Donovan now. Chuck had been starting since Nolan's brother Freddy had graduated, and the two had been pretty good friends. Nolan thought Chuck was kind of an ass, but it was probably that care free attitude that made people like him so much, look up to him. He was cool. Nolan wasn't, necessarily, and he wanted to change that. Had to, if he wanted to start next year, and the first step was his attitude.
“I was about to take a few laps. Think you can keep up?”
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Post by D.J. Mac on Aug 12, 2009 2:36:09 GMT -5
DJ sighed. "Its complicated, very complicated." He took a drink of his water. He craned his neck getting the cricks out of it. Nolan was one of the more decent guys on the team and a decent player too, granted he had a brother in the NFL so the training had to run in the family.
"I can fill you in on all the gory details if you want but it could make your head explode." He managed a smile for that. He really could use someone to spill his guts too about Trixie and the way her brother had acted around them.
He stretched out, on a bench nearby. Letting the muscles relax and let them loose. He cocked his head and grinned. "Keep up? I can run rings around you." It was a friendly challenge at least. "Should we sweeten the deal a bit? We do four laps and the one who finishes last has to ten sit ups then buy lunch for the other guy." He wouldn't try to lose on purpose but he wasn't going to try and be an overt winner. "So four words to you, deal or no deal?"
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Post by Nolan Ahlstrom on Aug 12, 2009 15:40:15 GMT -5
Complicated. Code for “I don't want to talk about her.” A girl. Nolan understood, to a degree. He hadn't dated a lot of girls, but the couple he had dated definitely boggled his head. Girls were crazy. But it didn't quite seem like DJ was done talking about this girl, and Nolan saw it as an opportunity to gain some trust. Having DJ on his side would go a long way towards gaining the trust of everyone else. DJ was a guy a lot of the other players looked up to.
“A race for lunch, eh?” Nolan began stretching as well, seeing DJ was pretty serious about it. But for lunch. Win or lose, it could be a great opportunity for Nolan to pry for more details. “I'm game. Four laps, about a mile. I'm pretty sure I can make that before you, Bull.”
Nolan walked over to the track and set his bag down. He was really only looking for a warm up run, and try to race certainly wouldn't be the best warm up. But, it would make him tired. Speed wasn't Nolan's strong point, he wasn't much of a scrambler. He was like both his brothers, a family of pocket passers. But he wasn't slow, and DJ was a big guy. Four laps was long enough that if he pushed to hard to start, his size might take its toll. Nolan figured his best chance was to pace himself. Push a little harder than normal, but don't really hit top speed until the last lap. He lined up on the track.
“I'm ready. You call it.”
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Post by D.J. Mac on Aug 14, 2009 4:08:13 GMT -5
Nolan hadn't quizzed him on the mystery girl, which was perfect. All he would need to know she was a dark haired cheer leader with a pit bull for a brother, it would be crystal clear.
"Sure, race for lunch, I'm broke and feeling hungry." He teased his fellow teammate. It'd be good to have someone to do a small workout with, going alone was not the best thing in the world, it gave the wrong idea to anyone there that was single. Even though the persistant ones would love to get their grimy paws on a couple of young jocks. He was impressed that Nolan knew one of his nicknames, that was a plus for him.
He went over to where Nolan was waiting. He let out a breath of air, giving his neck another slight cracking, almost like Hugh Jackman in 'X-Men'.
He took his spot and readied like a runner would. "On your mark...get set...go!" He called out. He started slow, a good steady pace. You don't play football for six years and not learn anything. He had to do it, he just had to be cocky. He turned around and ran backwards, "You keeping up slow poke?"
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Post by Nolan Ahlstrom on Aug 15, 2009 3:27:31 GMT -5
The race was on, and DJ had taken off just a bit ahead of Nolan. Neither guy seemed too intent on winning the race, rather they both seemed more interested in the sport of it. Nolan watched as DJ turned around to taunt him. That bravado, that cockiness. THAT was Chuck Donovan, and it's what Nolan needed to learn. Perhaps it just came with getting better, but Nolan was good. Not great, but good enough. Shouldn't he have some of that confidence by now?
Nolan picked up his pace, passing DJ. “Don't strain yourself, big guy,” Nolan remarked, a smirk on his face. He worried for a second about being an ass, then focused on the running. He realized he had gotten going a little bit faster than he'd like to have, but it was too late to slow down now.
More taunts were thrown back and forth as the pace became faster and faster. The lead kept changing hands, again seeming like both men were letting each other pass to get another quip in. A small crowd of fellow gym users began to gather as the taunts became shouts and the race echoed throughout the gym. The last lap came. Nolan found he was almost running as fast as he could already, and DJ was right by him.
In the end, it was the challenge that gassed him. DJ crossed the line a good few paces ahead of Nolan, and the young quarterback realized he had spent too much too early because DJ had got in his head. Not that he cared about winning, but he should have known better than to lose his focus. That couldn't happen out on the field, not if he wanted to be a leader. Both men stood for a second, breathless. Nolan looked up at DJ and grinned. “Sit ups...” he panted, “and then.. where for lunch?”
(OOC: Sorry if I stepped on your toes a bit for the race, I just didn't want to get bogged down by it!)
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Post by D.J. Mac on Aug 18, 2009 0:18:37 GMT -5
The race was a fast and furious one. DJ knew he shouldn't have been so cocky but at the same time, it was in fun. The plus side was Nolan could dish out the taunts as well as take them. As the race finished up, DJ found himself to be the winner but not by a huge margin, the kid was a great runner and could give the best of them a run for their money. DJ congratulated Nolan as he caught his breath. "Well run man, I thought you had me there for a while." He patted him on the back. "I gotta be getting old." He jested. "Ten sit ups, when your ready of course, then I was thinking some place easy, like a couple of slices of pizza from the mall." That would be easy on the wallet as well as nice and greasy as well. "Before we go though, probably best to clean up, I don't need any love sick skunks coming around me speaking French and trying to take me to the casba." DJ laughed as he got a whiff of himself. He then noted, "And no Axe body spray, I have enough female troubles!" (OOC: The race was fine with me, as long as you didn't kill me off or someting!)  |
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Post by Nolan Ahlstrom on Aug 18, 2009 11:46:44 GMT -5
Nolan caught his breath, watching the crowd around DJ and himself disperse. “Pizza sounds good to me.” He pulled off his now sweaty shirt and tossed it onto the ground next to his bag and sat down on the ground. Nolan knew he looked pretty good without a shirt, and he glanced around to see if any girls were watching. A couple, not bad. He smiled a little.
Ten sit-ups. Easy. Nolan took his time, making sure to do them right. He enjoyed a good workout, and while this wasn't exactly what he had planned when he entered the gym, it had been an interesting day so far. He finished the last sit up and rolled over to do a few push-ups as well. If there was one thing that had always been impressed upon him as a youth was the value of a push-up. He finished those quickly and stood up.
“Yeah, I need a shower pretty bad, too. I'm not going to make a Pepe LePew analogy, I'm just going to say I probably don't smell good.” Nolan mocked DJ, though he did find it a funny joke. He grabbed his wet shirt and threw it back on. “Let's break and meet at the mall in an hour, how's that sound?
(OOC: Wrapped for me, we can do lunch in the afternoon?)
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