Beats per minute.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

[The training room is occupied tonight, the mechanical sound of sneakers thumping against the belt of the treadmill and ragged, thick breath filling the space. There's a sweaty shirtless Rikka with headphones who managed to sneak out under the guise that he's hanging out elsewhere in the Dressing Room, has taken an Elixir or two for the energy boost, and is attempting to get his heart rate up after several reps of weight-lifting. He needs to get stronger faster, though he's quickly reaching his limit whether he knows it or not. It's fairly obvious that he doesn't, because he's peaked from that adrenaline high and is now just pushing himself to see how far he can go, adjusting the incline pattern and speed to the second highest setting. He totally needs some water and one of Dad's grilled burgers.]

Comments

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

I have to agree with you there.

[He doesn't really mind it himself, though he'd rather not have to ever, of course.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*sorry he's so awkward Isi ;; you may have to make the first move in the whole introduction thing*

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't really surprise him, and he's keeping pretty casual.]

I'm Isi, by the way.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Oh... I'm Rikka.

*he reaches out to shake hands -- feel free to ignore those stacks of bracelets he's slid onto his wrists*

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[He's completely ignoring those, don't worry, and will just shake Rikka's hand.]

Nice to meet you.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Were you uh... planning on training or anything?

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

I was, actually. Normally I wouldn't mind company, but somehow I think you might be in for a break.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

... you're telling me to leave then?

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

Nah, just meant you wouldn't be company for training necessarily. Doesn't mean I'm going to try and kick you out.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Oh... okay.

*he's trying to decide if he should stay or go ;;*

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[He's pondering~ for a moment.]

You want to keep Shredder company? He always throws a hissy fit when he wants to follow me but can't. Like onto a machine.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

I can take another round or two.

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[He studies him for a moment, then shrugs.]

If you say so. You'd know your limits better than I would.

[What with the whole being a stranger thing.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Blades or just weight training?

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

Weight, for now.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

*he's walking over to a weight resistance machine and sitting down, unlocking the controls*

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[He crouches down to tell Shredder to stay clear of the machines. THE MUN HAS NO IDEA HOW THIS WORKOUT STUFF WORKS uh.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*well he reaches up to grab a handle which is attached to a cord, testing the resistance and changing some settings so they are harder to pull*

Kinda need to do pull-ups, but eh.

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[He totally didn't snort there. Really.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*hey, what?*

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[Nothing, nothing... Well, honestly, he thinks Rikka might be a little stupid to push this much, but he's not going to say anything.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*B| HEY. you forget who his parents are and his very competitive nature. oh wait, you just met*

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[He knows the parents part, at least. Though now he'll probably be more keeping an eye on Rikka in here than anything else.]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*he starts doing a few reps of resistance weight training, and he looks like he's fine for now, since it isn't requiring much endurance*

[craggyshores.livejournal.com]

[Well, good. Still, he feels like he's being a bad ~cousin~ or. something. For not making Rikka take a break.]