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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.))

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Someone is already in there. He's being practical and smarter about working out than how he does when he's a little stressed, but he sure is doing a lot. Wonder why?

And Max is also in there working out a lot. But that's sort of average for Max. So nothing special there.

Max nods to Mac as he passes him on the way to get the absurdly large dumbbells Max uses.

Hi Max. Nod his way.

Yeah, you go over there and pick your absurd sized dumb bells while Mac gets off the work out equipment he was currently using and CHUGGED a whole bottle of water. He was sweating like a monster here.

Edited 2011-08-14 04:57 (UTC)

Well, he'd been here a few days and settled in admirably for someone disliked by most of the student body. Now, it was time to check out the facilities and see for himself how they stacked up against CapHigh's stuff.

He walked into the room, towel over his shoulder and a small, scuffed looking gym bag under one arm.

He saw Max there, but didn't say anything. He just set his gear down on the nearest bench and started looking over the equipment.

"...cor."

It really was impressive stuff.

Jeff didn't particularly want to go to the weight room. In fact, he usually avoided the sweat soaked room like the plague. And don't even get him started about the horrific stench whenever the football team was in there. The awful aroma always seemed to seep into the hallway, coating everything in a disgusting layer of BO.

However, Jeff had discovered an unfortunate truth. Staying at the school meant not meeting with his personal trainer. Who was back home. In LA. And while he tried his best to stay fit, the idea of exercising alone wasn't helping to motivate him. Sadly, he was starting to lose his perfect figure. And looking anything but his best was absolutely forbidden.

So there he was. Standing outside the weight room. Still wondering if there was time to run back to his room, do a few crunches, and call it a day.

Max, glancing back at Mac, tossed a sweat rag at his face as he walked past his own bag on the way to the weights.

Lovingly.

Max was using some crazy machine that used gravity boosters or something that had a sign next to it that said 'IF YOUR NAME IS NOT ON THIS LIST THEN YOU DON'T TOUCH BECAUSE YOU COULD DIE' and a selection of names underneath, with Max's on the top and several others beneath, including such strange ones as BLASTOISE, PETUNIA, KNUCKLES, ~~FLAK~~ (though that one had been crossed out so heavily to be barely legible), WERESONIC ONLY with the WERE underlined like four times, FALCON and a few others that I'm too lazy to try and come up with at the moment.

Anyway it looks crazy impressive and Max is straining every muscle possible and hasn't noticed you and your little baby "cor" yet.

Edited 2011-08-14 05:15 (UTC)

And that's when the door swang open and Max stepped out.

And he saw, uh, that kid who screams like a little girl standing there. What's his name. Max can't remember. So he'll call you kid now.

"Hey, kid, you need somethin'?" Max asked.

For whatever reason, Ai poked her purple head in the weight room. She'd been lured in by the sound of music. And she was very happy to find someone in there! A very large, blue-haired man.

"Hello!" she squeaked.

Over the sounds of WHATEVER IS CURRENTLY PLAYING and grunting and sweat (wait sweat doesn't make a sound) Max heard a little girl's voice.

He turned and looked at the doorway. There was a girl with purple hair and a leaf by her ear. Oh. Oh Max knew what this was. This was one of those pickymen. Girls. Pickymen girl.

"Hey," said Max from across the weight room. He waved muscularly.

Indeed, it was a pickymen girl.

Ai had never seen someone wave muscularly before. It was a little weird.

"What are you doing?"

[Max promised Azelf he would teach him how to get stronger, which is why the little Pixie had decided to make himself known inside the weight room. Sure, he was five or so months late in doing so. But it's better than not showing up at all, right? Besides, Azelf wanted to know what he can do as a human.

And speaking of human, that's what he currently is now, crawling around the room shirtless while looking for Max. He may not look like it, but Azelf is all the more ready to lift some 10 pound weights. For willpower]

Meta Knight was in the workroom. Because he'd thought he'd better himself, even if he was on the short side. Nothing wrong with keeping your status as one of the galaxy's most powerful beings.

He's just looking around the weight room slowly, as if wondering where to start. But then again, it's kinda hard to decide when everything is nearly double your size.

Pffff, and it did land right at his face. He pulled it off and used it for it's intended purposes.

"Thanks Max. I forgot to bring some today. Pretty dumb of me."

Oh. Oh no. It was that ignorant behemoth who totaled his door. And said he screamed like a girl.

Bristling, Jeff frowned at the name. "First of all, the name's Jeff. And second..." he tried to glance around the giant man and into the weight room, "I was... thinking about using the equipment in there."

"Right now?" Max asked, looking at the weights he had set up, "I'm gonna start doin' bicep curls."

He was about to start blasting some curls ~~just like that one picture of Marie~~ with a barbell and what looked like a metric assload of weights on both ends.

Max looked at the tiny hop-o-my-thumb as he squirmed around the weightroom. Max wasn't that hard to find. He's the 6'8" wall of muscles with blue hair.

Who is this guy. And while Max could understand the desire to walk around shirtless, generally speaking it was because Max did not have the physique of a ten-year-old-boy.

"Can I help you?" he asked when the pixie-child had worked his way to within earshot.

Max has yet to see the little puffball that is wandering about lost and forlorn in a world where everything is made for people who do not possess feet that are a third of the size of their bodies.

He is, however, making crazy amounts of noise between the grunting and the clanking of weights. Oh he's using the quad machine to work out his legs. And sort of roaring as he does so.

That's cute. You should go up and ask the growling-roar-man where the ball-person-sized equipment is.

"Alright," said Max to Jeff, the boy who shrieks like a girl, "Jeff. You had an introduction to the weight room before? Somebody show you how to use the stuff and not get hurt?"

Is Max the self-proclaimed boss/nanny of the weight room? Yes. Yes, he is.

"At least you remembered to bring water," he said as he picked up the dumbbells that were specifically marked "Max" and he turned them on. As they were one of Andy's crazy things. And needed turning on.

Here is one Vincent Von Venusaur, reporting duty with a rather grim look on his face. Once again fully grown , he could only imagine what his Commanding Officer had in store for him as payback for making him run across Tiki Island for a week chasing his rambunctious Bulbasaur self.

"..." he said, emasculatedly.

Oh look, it was Vinnie. At least he was on time.

Max stared Vinnie down with his staring eyes.

"You were a little shit as a kid," Max started.

Vinnie stood his ground and stared back, hands in his pockets.

"I know, sir."

"If I forgot that I think I woulda died from water loss of somethin',"

Mac said with a laugh, even if it wasn't funny.

"What the hell did Red have to go through to train you?" Max asked bluntly. "I met ivysaur you and you were worse."

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PUT AWAY YOUR SHAKE WEIGHT. GET A REAL WORKOUT. BE A REAL MAN. OR WOMAN. GO LIFTING WITH MAX.

August 11th - SOMETIME IN THE AFTERNOON

WHAT CLASSIC ROCK AND OR PUNK SONG IS PLAYING ON THE RADIO AT THIS MOMENT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXsmGSnq3lE

August 13, in the evening.

August 9th, afternoon

ACCEPTABLE

WHAT CLASSIC ROCK AND OR PUNK SONG IS PLAYING ON THE RADIO AT THIS MOMENT

WHAT CLASSIC ROCK AND OR PUNK SONG IS PLAYING ON THE RADIO AT THIS MOMENT

14th / early afternoon

WHAT CLASSIC ROCK AND OR PUNK SONG IS PLAYING ON THE RADIO AT THIS MOMENT

i... uh... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OI2COawqMJQ ?

August 20th, 3pm - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgSMxY6asoE

August 13, 6PM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h44LIiaZhHE

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I do not listen to classics UUUUHHHH - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9t6IqYtccs

A LITTLE EXPECTABLE BUT I'LL GIVE YOU A PASS

APPROPRIATE FOR RUNNING UP STAIRS IN A SWEATSUIT

A BIT LIGHT FOR MAX'S TASTES BUT WE'LL GO WITH IT

IT FEELS VERY 80S IN HERE TO ME

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Monday 15th, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kr8-E8may2Y

YOUR LIFE WILL BECOME AN DESERT, VINCENT VON VENUSAUR.

;-;

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KEEP CRYING