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Post by Liam Van Shriek on Oct 2, 2011 17:29:23 GMT -5
Liam Van Shriek was an interesting human being. He was cursed with being really tall. No, when he meant tall he meant huge. He stood as six foot eight inches and ceiling fans and chandeliers were not his friend. He had to duck to get into most rooms, he had to sit in the back because people couldn’t see around him and he couldn’t dance because it took too long for his brain to send messages to his brain. Though for all of his misfortunes with his height he had quite some advantages as well. He was epically amazing at sports. He was the perfect height for basketball and lacrosse. He had the best pitching average for all of Dalton Academy and was the perfect length to slide in and steal any base. Liam wasn’t sure how he ended up being so tall, no one else in his family was close to his height; the second tallest only being five foot ten.
Liam walked from his AP European class, adjusting his Dalton tie some. Being an AP student was fun for people who preferred academics, but Liam was more of a physical guy. Liam liked to sweat, he liked to feel his body over heat, he liked to grunt, and he loved to feel a burn through his body as all the stress was released from him. Just because his brain worked more than the average student, didn’t mean he had to like it. Letting out a frustrated sigh as he made his way back to Kerrian Hall. Liam was about halfway there when he felt something suddenly jump on his back. Turning his head some, he saw Eric Lenndhart holding on for dear life. Liam didn’t see how the hell Eric could even jump onto his back, the poor kid was under five foot tall. “Come practice for the next solo battle.” Eric said tightening his grip on Liam’s upper body. “Uh, I was hoping to go out to the weight room and work out today actually.” Eric imidiately responded with hiss and bit Liam’s ear before he hopped off and ran away.
Liam went straight to the locker room and set his bag down. Opening his locker, he removed his blazer, tie, dress shirt, and pants, folding them up and setting them neatly into his locker. A few seconds later, he was in a pair of under armour shorts, and his tennis shoes not even bothering with a shirt. Heading out into the weight room, Liam saw he was the only one. This didn’t surprise him much, he was the only one a lot. Turning the radio on, Liam went straight to the weight bench and laid down, lifting the bar up.
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Post by Sebastian Warrens on Oct 4, 2011 2:42:33 GMT -5
Another day another boring series of hours of school. Some days it went by quickly, and Sebastian was back home and napping in his king sized bed in no time at all, but other days it dragged along forever. Sebastian was of the opinion that that was what hell was. A really long day of school. It was currently hell now, and Sebastian was in the dead center of it. It was currently his free period, and he had spent most of it reading some he was supposed to do for history. But now he was taking in a deep breath before taking a bit of a juicy red apple he had been snacking on for a bit. He guessed it was close to the end of the period, so he started to pack his things back in his bag. Just as he was tossing his apple into the garbage, the class bell rang, and the sound of hundreds of students leaving their classes broke the silence that had settled on the campus.
Sebastian made his merry way through the crowd, keeping to himself mostly. Every now and then he gave a small nod to someone he knew. He liked to think of himself as well established at the school. He wasn't the most popular, by any means, but he was on the Warblers so that garnered him some popularity. But still, there was only one group he wanted to be number one in and that was the Warblers, and he'd been training his voice ever since he'd gotten on the team to ensure he'd be heavy competition for the spot now that Blaine was out of the picture.
But now wasn't time for vocal exercises. Some of the team were in the choir room rehearsing some numbers, but Sebastian wouldn't be joining them. He needed to shift his attentions from performing on the stage, to performing on the field. His soccer coach had told the team he expected them all to hit the weight room at least once a week, and today was perfect for it. It was also a nice excuse to skip gym, which the coach taught, so he'd understand. All he had to do was sign in on the sheet, which he did. The next moment, Sebastian was dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a white tank top, his uniform folded and hung up in his locker.
Before he even entered the weight room he heard the sounds of someone in there already. He moved into the space and his eyes fell upon Liam, a fellow Warbler. He smirked softly, eying the boy for a moment. He was tall, the tallest in the school, and built for sports, which his body reflected. Sebastian bit his lip for a moment before moving farther into the space. "You know you should have a spotter for that, right?" Sebastian quirked an eyebrow, raising his voice over the music. "Could be dangerous all alone."
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Post by Liam Van Shriek on Oct 4, 2011 16:28:59 GMT -5
Liam brought he bar down to his chest and lifted it back up. He let out a grunt as he brought it down, shivering some as the cold metal bar touched his bare chest. His mind always went into a different place when he worked out. The music was just there for noise, he didn't even pay attention to whatever was actually playing. His mind went to his to do list, home lists, set lists for Warblers, the fact that he hadn't been in a relationship or laid in awhile and stuff like that. Liam repeated this for a bit before he set the bar back into his holder, sitting up on the bench.
Liam grabbed the small towel off of the rack and patted his chest down. He looked up when he heard someone's voice. He smiled some as he saw Sebastian. He hadn't had much of a chance to talk to the new Warbler, though Liam tended to keep to himself mostly. "You know that it's not safe to shout at someone who has over two hundred and fifty pounds holding over there head." he said giving Sebastian a slight wink. Liam hopped himself off of the bench and wipped his chest down, wrapping the towel around his neck.
"The bench is all yours." He said walking past Sebastian, turning his head slightly, to look at his ass in those gym shorts.
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