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acidhexagon ([personal profile] acidhexagon) wrote in [community profile] harmonize_rpg2013-10-23 09:25 pm

Self-improvement for the nation

Who: Minoru, Chloe, open.
Where: School, gym.
When: Thursday, April 27th
What: A first approach.


Maybe he didn't stand out because he didn't seem to be competitive about it. He didn't aim for anything like the best, but rather, to last longer, to get the most out of his exercise.

The boy in question just finished several rounds at a weight-lifting machine. He was cyclical, doing leg press and lats and deltoids without bothering to talk to much of anyone. For someone who had been doing all this work, though, he had a way of looking clean, always wiping himself with his towel and keeping his uniform as prim as it could be, given the circumstances.

Eventually, he stopped, and in a rare case for this particular student, who had always been good at blending in the background, he decided to go observe what others were up to... And that is where it would be very easy to notice him, not because he stands out, but because of his way of staring, like he's actually paying attention to what you're doing.

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[personal profile] fassade 2013-10-25 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Today was not a good day. Chloe didn't have many good days to be honest, but today had been a lot harder than those previous. After the live-fire training in which she had summoned her shinmen not once but twice, the prospect of having to see a head doctor didn't sit well with her. In fact, it made her angry. Of course they wanted to send her to a shrink. Hell, she didn't blame them. She was just one big tangle of problems, wasn't she?

The German's elbow impacted the punching bag with a loud thud, the bag in question knocking back to swing on the chain it hung from. Physical activity was an outlet for her and her anger problems, and she definitely needed it right now. She knew she probably wasn't in any condition to be pushing herself with training right now, but she needed this. Her icy blue gaze did not leave the punching bag as she attacked it with a flurry of judo strikes. Her strikes were precise and were clearly made with the intent to harm; there was aggression behind them as the poor punching bag silently took the abuse.

Chloe noticed nothing but what she was doing, caught up in trying to escape both her anger and the real world. All that mattered was not thinking about what had transpired today, ignoring the burning in her chest, and blocking everything out with the physical movements. Least of all did she notice the boy observing others and their routines...