Tough lessons are meant to be L.E.A.R.N.E.D // Jins - Gala
Mar 4, 2014 22:41:08 GMT -5
Post by * on Mar 4, 2014 22:41:08 GMT -5
"Six fourty nine. She should be here soon." I let my eyes wonder from the clock to the front of the gym toward the doors. Still, two more girls walk in and it's not that small blond haired girl that was with Kyanite the other day. I've hardly had much time to think about what I would be doing in this 'lesson' I set up, but I'm sure once we get started, that something will just happen. Being so young, surely, she's not trained in every aspect of the career world. Methods? Fears? Maybe that's what I'll work on. Fears. Everyone has them. Even the small little career whose probably gained a bit of uncertainty after losing so early in the pregames. Maybe, that's what will bring her down?
No. I need her longer than that. I need her for more than just one lesson.
Two more reps, I push upward on the bar. It's not heavy weights, so a spotter isn't exactly needed. I don't intend on bulking up on muscles like all these other guys that want to ingest them and make them grow. Not for me. My method runs more along the lines of 'looks can be deceiving'. Everyone here works based on appearance. I can hold my own. What they lack in is brains. I'm too curious what Matthew has taught her. Maybe I can see about finding out his weaknesses that he wouldn't teach her and I can use that myself against him. Sweet, little Gala. You have no idea that you stepped your foot on the spiders web.
"Jins. Next station. Let me have this." Some guy calls out to me as he makes his way to the bench. I look over to the other benches that are around and occupied, but wonder why on earth he'd chose me over the other five. I push the metal bar up and let it clink loudly on the machine and lean upward, grabbing the towel.
"You just expect me to give it to you?" I challenge him by just keeping my position on the chair and rid myself of the sweat beads on my face. I grin at him evily and put the towel back down on the ground and lay back down and let my fingers rest on the bar once again. The guy just stands there but eventually, with a few curse words under his breath, walks away without another word. He's lucky, I didn't feel like busting him in the face. The bar is released of its holder and I hold it over my chest.