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smash_logs2011-08-13 11:31 pm
tank-rockarms.livejournal.com) wrote in smash_logs2011-08-13 11:31 pm
PUT AWAY YOUR SHAKE WEIGHT. GET A REAL WORKOUT. BE A REAL MAN. OR WOMAN. GO LIFTING WITH MAX.
Who: Max and YOU and your intense feelings of inadequacy.
What: WORKING OUT IN THE WEIGHT ROOM
Where: THE WEIGHT ROOM
When: EVERY TIME August 8th - 21st
Warnings: 150% TESTOSTERONE. Max may swear at some point.
After spending two weeks as a venusaur, and not being able to work out, Max returned to his normal self. He could still feel the shameful, shameful potbelly that he used to have as a venusaur. Two weeks of not working out is like two weeks of wasted life for Max. And now he doesn't have all of those darned classes to take getting in the way of getting in a real workout. As if somehow six hours of weightlifting a day hadn't been a real workout before.
So anyway. Max is pretty much living in the weight room when he isn't doing his cardio in the mornings, having a meal, or sleeping. Or teaching the occasional class. But he's happy to take out some time to show new students around the weight room, or to help the less muscular set up some sort of workout routine. Need a spotter for the bench press? Max is your man. He may be wearing a tank top that says this on it.
((START A THREAD, GIVE A TIME, PUT ON YOUR HEADBANDS AND GYM SHORTS, AND TURN UP THE CLASSIC ROCK-SLASH-PUNK. YOU'RE IN MAX'S WORLD NOW.))
What: WORKING OUT IN THE WEIGHT ROOM
Where: THE WEIGHT ROOM
When: EVERY TIME August 8th - 21st
Warnings: 150% TESTOSTERONE. Max may swear at some point.
After spending two weeks as a venusaur, and not being able to work out, Max returned to his normal self. He could still feel the shameful, shameful potbelly that he used to have as a venusaur. Two weeks of not working out is like two weeks of wasted life for Max. And now he doesn't have all of those darned classes to take getting in the way of getting in a real workout. As if somehow six hours of weightlifting a day hadn't been a real workout before.
So anyway. Max is pretty much living in the weight room when he isn't doing his cardio in the mornings, having a meal, or sleeping. Or teaching the occasional class. But he's happy to take out some time to show new students around the weight room, or to help the less muscular set up some sort of workout routine. Need a spotter for the bench press? Max is your man. He may be wearing a tank top that says this on it.
((START A THREAD, GIVE A TIME, PUT ON YOUR HEADBANDS AND GYM SHORTS, AND TURN UP THE CLASSIC ROCK-SLASH-PUNK. YOU'RE IN MAX'S WORLD NOW.))
August 18th and because I'm terrible: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acQ6jLe3R8E
But he's here anyway.
No reason why, really. Chances are he got carried away and wound up here serendipitously. Rhys had never been to the weight room before. These fabled contraptions had only been glimpsed in textbooks, but here they are right before him, all with the design to whip people into shape. Of course the health teacher should know this! ...But only in theory. Not practice.
Oh. Oh heavens no. It was Max. Max liked to make him feel awkward. From the looks of it, this was practically Max's living arrangements. He feared being approached by the hulking paragon of muscle development, but wasn't entirely... against it. This room kind of stroked his curiosity. Surely Max would be kind enough to acquaint him with it!
Secretly, he wished he could be as fit and healthy as someone like Max. SIGH... Dreams will always be dreams, nothing more!
You are terrible.
Max was facing away from Rhys, but the weight room had an awful lot of mirrors (vanity of vanities, all is vanity) and saw, while in the midst of his exertions -- shoulder shrugs with his specially made dumbbells -- the school's consumptive nurse standing in the doorway, looking for all the world like a deer caught in the headlights of Max's muscular glory.
Oh, this guy. The guy who told Max to strip down and show him his balls and then when Max did he squealed like a little girl and hid.
Without turning around, but looking at him via the mirror, he asked, "Need somethin'?"
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Okay, he couldn't resist the temptation to ask. "You must spend a lot of your time in here."
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Like you probably do.
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He sounded incredulous.