OPEN | SWEAT IT OUT

[realimperfect]

WHO: Re-L Mayer & YOU!
WHERE: Eluvio's Gym
WHEN: January 6th-9th before the mission
WHAT: Re-L is working out the stress of being in a new place with new people - by working out a lot.
WARNINGS: n/a - maybe slight language

It had been a long time since she'd had access to an actual gym to use. Sure, using her own weight to keep herself fit had been working, but not as well as she'd liked, and Pino didn't have the patience to be a weight set for very long before some shiny object or coloring set was deemed better than the attempt at her own fitness. The sight of weight and an actual treadmill is a welcome sight - finally, something that is wholly and formally meant to make her stronger and well.. keep her fit. She'd started with a run on the treadmill, nothing too overbearing to start, a bit of a warm up, so to speak.

But then comes weight lifting. Casually, she loads something like 400 pounds total on to a bar, looking every bit too thin to lift what she's putting on there, but the weights themselves don't seem to bother her individually -

After all, Pino is about the same as two of the one hundred pound weights. Round about.

Once it's all loaded and the bar it set at shoulder height, she takes the time to put her hair up and away from her neck before settling the weight bar there and, carefully, backing up to free it from the pins holding it up.

The weight itself doesn't seem to bother her a bit, taking a moment to make sure that she is in proper form before dropping in to a few low squats, seemingly not bothered a bit by all of the weight on her shoulders, if not completely satisfied that she hasn't lost her touch with this kind of thing. All of that time away from the dome (negating her time spent gathering and loading supplies with Vincent) - and she still hasn't lost too much in the way of stamina or strength.

She pauses in her exercise for a moment to let a thought sit, for a moment, contemplating just who she might be able to find to help train her when it came to a little more hand to hand combat. Would it be her preferred method? Hell no. In fact, she'd still prefer her guns, but..

Without Vincent around, the whole dynamic of him taking the close quarters combat and her taking out enemies before they go too close was shot to hell. A quick look around the gym proves to produce quite a few bulky candidates, however.. she'll wait until she sees a few in action before deciding who to approach. For now to put her bar back on the rack, carefully moving to grab two 25 pound weights to load on either side, waiting for a moment before speaking.

"Excuse me. I just need 2 of those disc 25 pound weights, if you can spare them for a moment."

Comments

[legendary_hands]

"Haven't really been for more than whiskey. Bit of a weakness." He pointed out lightly then shrugged his shoulder. Then he stopped and lifted a brow. "How old are you by the way." From the slender build, strong or not, she didn't strike him as completely at the physiological peak of maturity. Which led him to believe she was still close to or not completely out of adolescence. Not entirely.

But he agreed on that. "Unless they drag us here for man power." Can't make robots do everything right? Unless they were making people into robots. That just gave him the chills right there. He would rather die than let them treat him medically now that he had that thought in his head.

"I don't make an ideal much of anything. But I'm a damn good doctor." Regardless of his supposedly terrible bedside manner. He could be good at that when he tried. "Yeah well, fittin' in isn't the most important thing in life. And I sure as hell don't conform to other's expectations."


All he could do was nod at her saying she made her own path. At least there was that. "Well, like they say. In much wisdom there is grief. But I don't agree with ignorance bein' bliss either."

[realimperfect]

"Whiskey is one I've never had. Immigrants seemed to have a lot of it, though - " Of course, someone of her standing in life hadn't really been "allowed" that kind of liquor - it wasn't looked at as favorably as her favored wine had been and well.. she didn't feel like hearing her grandfather's shit after Iggy witnessed her bumming booze off of an immigrant. Still, now that she had a lot more in the way of freedom, it might be worth it to go and try out what she can while she can. "I'm nineteen, why?" She'd be twenty soon enough, April wasn't all that far away, after all.

His mention of bringing them to the Eluvio for man power ha her scrunching her nose, though, apparently not very convinced. "Why, when they can easily make unthinking drones that wouldn't mind going and doing whatever was needed for them? They wouldn't even have to think about the possibility of deviance from the mission, with drones." That was why Romdeau had begun using autoreivs, after all. It was easier to conscript mechanical beings in to an entire lifetime of menial work and expect them to do it until they broke down without complaint.

"That's a lot of confidence." Well, his declaration gives her a little bit of amusement, regardless, it would seem. "Maybe not in places outside of Romdeau, but inside? If you didn't conform it was basically social suicide."

"I don't know about bliss - but not knowing would have saved me a lot of mental anguish, at times."