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Post by Will Wright on Oct 12, 2008 21:01:42 GMT
Will inclined the treadmill even further and set the speed even faster.
Too easy Will thought as she moved her feet one in front of the other.
She was on her favourite machine in the gym. The treadmill. She loved them. They were easy to use and kept you fit.
"Where's good music it when you need it?!?" she muttered furiously to herself. She had been desperate to get out of the school grounds for some time and in her rush to go to the gym she had forgotten to lift her Ipod.
And now she was paying for it by listening to the gyms crappy music supply.
Couldn't they get any good music in???
Answer: no.
"Excuse me? Could I have a go?" she heard a small voice beside her ask.
She looked down at the boy. Did she have to give this up? It was the only equipment here that she liked.
"Sure kid, no sweat," she yelled at him internally.
Idiot.
She was on her way out when she saw someone. Not someone.
Jack Trove.
The fittest and probably one of the most unintentionally funny guys in school. The boy she had had her mind, eye and thoughts on nearly all the time.
Was lifting weights. Will smiled and suppressed a giggle. She walked over to him.
"Hi," she said and waved.
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Post by Jack Trove on Oct 19, 2008 12:17:01 GMT
"How come you never go to the gym, Jack?"
Kira had been out to get him ever since that day he'd cornered Sophie in the Assembly Hall. She didn't like Sophie all that much- no, well, that was a lie- she didn't like the idea of Sophie much, for reasons unfathomable to Jack. When he'd tried asking her about it once, the best answer he'd managed to get was something along the lines of-
"Dammit, she danced with Lee!"
Jack didn't pretend to be capable of interpreting the many masses of messages and signals that spiralled through Kira's mind, but he was very familiar with the fact currently most important to him.
She was pissed.
And Kira had the nastiest way of letting you know she was pissed.
"I mean, I never see you go."
He'd frowned, looking up at her. "I don't like the gym much."
"Why not?"
"Well, y'know..." he shrugged. "It's okay. But why go jogging on a treadmill when you can go jogging for real? I only really go there if I'm looking to blow off steam."
"Funny," she'd paused, reaching out and delicately selecting a magazine from the pile in front of her. "Russ always goes to the gym."
Jack had felt an unfamiliar twitch. "Your point being?"
"Well," she'd sure taken her sweet time about opening up that magazine, making a great show of smoothing out the pages and settling down to read. As the fine paper had crinkled beneath her fingers, Jack had felt his brain giving several more involuntary twitches. Finally, she'd looked back at him.
"Well what?" he'd asked impatiently.
Kira had given him a sickeningly sweet smile. "It really does show, doesn't it?"
Well, Jack wasn't about to stand for that.
He'd left almost immediately afterwards, as Kira had settled back into a sofa by the fire, a smug little smile puckering her lips. His annoyance with Kira had driven him to sprinting the full length of the 3 miles separating the Cardsdale Gymnasium from Orchid Hill, and he'd been lifting weights ever since.
So it showed on Russ Ford, did it?
Well, it'd look a hell of a lot better on Jack, that was for sure.
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Post by Will Wright on Oct 19, 2008 12:30:53 GMT
Jack hadn't appeared to have heard her. And for the first time since she'd been standing there she saw a small fown in his determined face. Fury in his eyes.
What the...?
"Jack?" she she said in a slight wavey tone trying to get through his concentration.
She had never seen him working so furiously before.
She sighed and scowled.
"JACK?!" she raised her voice to near a shout. What would it take for her to do to actually get a reply from him.
Don't make me melt those weights... she thought. He was getting on her nerves. It was just rude to ignore her. So what she did was she walked around to the other side of him and gently like a feather her hand and fingers fluttered onto his shoulder.
She bent and whispered in his ear.
"Jack." she stopped, "Are you there?"
She stepped back and took her hand of his shoulder. He couldn't ignore her now if he had been before. Then again he could be listening to music.
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Post by Jack Trove on Oct 19, 2008 13:04:03 GMT
Jack had never wanted to kill anyone more than he wanted to kill Will Wright right now in his entire life.
"Jack... are you there?"
Hers was the kind of whisper you heard in horror movies just before someone got their head ripped off. It was little wonder that Jack dropped the 50 ton weight he was holding (Yes, 50 ton, and thanks to his acursed super-strength, it was still too easy.) and erupted into an onslaught of some pretty choice cuss words. There was a heavy thud as the weight hit the floor, and a splintering noise as cracks started to appear in the plaster.
Jack, still swearing, rounded on Will.
"What the hell were you thinking, woman?!"
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Post by Will Wright on Oct 19, 2008 13:12:09 GMT
Will had to supress her laugh as Jack started swearing and dropped the weight on the floor. She hid her lips trying not to smile.
Then he turned on her with white hot fury on his face, "What the hell were you thinking, woman?!"
Will shrank back a bit all trace of humour gone from her face.
"Sheesh Jack, calm the hell down!" she said evenly. Everyone had turned to look at them.
"I just came over to say hi, and I did. Three times." she said cooly, "How else was I going to get your attention?!"
She sighed and sat down on the bench he had just been on.
"Who got on your nerves today..." she paused rethinking that question, "Before me that is?"
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Post by Jack Trove on Oct 25, 2008 17:20:02 GMT
Jack didn't smile- though usually he would've- and dropped down beside Will. Somewhere underneath his intense frustration with the feather-light weights this d**n gym had to offer, and his surprise at being caught unawares, Jack was beginning to come to the conclusion that this gym thing was a bit of a lost cause.
Sure as hell didn't look like it was working on Will. All that Caring and Head-of-Grouping sure made for a skinny girl. There was no muscle on her whatsoever.
Back to the rugby field for him tomorrow, then...
"Kira," he shrugged. "She... she was being annoying was all."
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Post by Will Wright on Oct 25, 2008 17:47:31 GMT
Will grimaced.
Kira...
"Oh," was all she could say to respond. She had never known Jack or anyone to be that mad at any of the Heads...except her..maybe. Or for any of them to irritate the bloody hell out of someone quite so spectacularly.
She raised her hand to pat Jack's shoulder but decided against it; her hand flopped onto her lap.
And then her heart started to flutter when his eyes looked at her. Started being the operative term. As soon as she saw his eyes her heart fell and she frowned. What had she done now?!
His eyes were full of resentment, anger, irritation and disapproval. Her eyes flashed with irritation herself.
What was soo disapproving?
And why was he taking it out on her?! Ok, maybe he wasn't taking it out on her..but it sure felt that he was blaming her for some of it.
What had she done?!
She let out a irritated sigh, "Jack, I'll go if you'd rather be alone."
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Post by Jack Trove on Oct 25, 2008 19:15:53 GMT
"Jack, I'll go if you'd rather be alone."
The tension in her voice only served to frustrate him further. Jack stood up again, and stretched. Work-outs really weren't good for him.
So Will was irked with him. He supposed it was reasonable enough- anyone would be, had their friend snapped at them- but Will... sometimes just didn't know... when to stop, and let Jack alone, he supposed. Olivia could be just the same. She didn't half get on his nerve when she pulled faces when he started talking about sports.
Why did none of them realise how important it-
Never mind.
"I think I'll go on the treadmill," he said darkly.
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Post by Will Wright on Oct 25, 2008 19:40:09 GMT
Will gave him a shrug.
"Sure, sure." she said brightly trying to ignore his foul mood and replaced the frown on her face with a bright smile.
She turned to leave but rethought.
"Jack, if you wnat to talk, I'll be over on the rowing machines," she patted his arm gently and then started walking away.
"I'm sorry for scaring you," she called over her shoulder.
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Post by Jack Trove on Oct 29, 2008 19:45:06 GMT
Jack fumed on the treadmill for another 20 or so minutes before he'd finally calmed down enough to go searching for Will to accept her apology. He found her exactly where she said she would be- at the rowing machines- and he stopped in front of her, doing his best to rearrange his features into a... er... forgiving smile.
He managed something halfway between a grin and a grimace.
"Okay, hi, Will," he mumbled, "shall we start again?"
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Post by Will Wright on Nov 2, 2008 21:24:28 GMT
Jack stood there with a mangled smile. He was trying to calm down, bless him.
Will stopped and smiled gently.
"Hi, Jack. Would you like to go for a walk and get some fresh air?" she jumped up and stood to face him.
All this gym air was...well not very appealing. Plus she liked fresh outdoor air better. But she would leave it up too Jack. She didn't want to push him any further.
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Post by Jack Trove on Nov 6, 2008 18:16:00 GMT
“What?” Jack chuckled. “Like an actual walk? Like people actually used to do in this little village before this big ole gym turned up?”
He hated this place. The air tasted of stale sweat. The equipment was… tarnished, at best, and there were one too many Cardsdale villagers giving him wary looks now that he’d smashed the floor up.
He wondered if the gym would be able to pay for that…
After all, this place wasn’t exactly swimming in cash. This place was by no means state of the art.
“Yes, please.”
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Post by Will Wright on Nov 12, 2008 17:50:50 GMT
After a brief pause Jack agreed. A small smile formed on Will's face.
"Ok, just let me go get my jacket," she rushed to the other side of the gym where she had left it and was back within the minute.
"Right, off we go," she turned and headed for the door, which she held open for Jack.
"So how've you been keeping? apart from being pissed off that is?" she gave a half hearted laugh.
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Post by Jack Trove on Nov 14, 2008 17:02:33 GMT
How had he been keeping?
Em... if she was looking for a simple answer...
"Fine," he smiled easily, stepping into the fresh air of the bustling street. "And yourself?"
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Post by Will Wright on Nov 15, 2008 19:29:47 GMT
"Fine," well that was vague, "And yourself?"
Will turned her head into the wind and took a deep breath of fresh air before releasing it and doing the same thing again.
"Fine," she mimiced his answer. If he could be vague then so could she.
Then in her attempt to bring back her fading german accent, "So vat do you mean by fine, exactly, Jack Trove?"
She raised an eyebrow at him.
She was going to get more of an answer out of him. Even if it took all day.
She hated the english and their vague, one word answers. She had from the moment she came here.
It was always, alright or fine, or good. Never, I am grand thank you for asking because I had a lovely day with my girlfirend so and so or I lost some weight or I got a premotion! just one word blooming answers.
A deep frown appeared on her face.
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