Awakened (open)
Aug 27, 2012 20:57:47 GMT -5
Post by Lani Hunter on Aug 27, 2012 20:57:47 GMT -5
It had been a while since Lani had made it over to the gym, and he honestly only went when he had to and currently he had nowhere else to go to work out. It was early and he was hoping to get a workout before the day started... well kind of. He had ulterior motives. He was hiding, for lack of a better word, he had detention again, surprise, surprise. He hadn't been to any of his assigned detentions but he figured most of his usual haunts would be searched so why no do something completely untypical and go to the gym. So with his water bottle hanging lazily from one finger and a pair of dark gym shorts and an old concert tee on he went to fulfill his duties as a delinquent. It was nice to be doing something purely physical for the day, he didn't want to work on his power and he certainly wasn't going to be caught dead studying. He scuffed his shoes a little as he stepped into the carpeted floor of the weight room.
He wove his way around machines and the weights and bodies. He glanced into the courts for a moment, but he had promised himself that he would actually do a good workout before he allowed himself a chance to play around on the courts. So going rather quickly he hopped up onto the pull up bar and started at it. After he decided he was doing rather well with being able to lift his own body he took it a step further and pulled himself up to his chin then beyond. He pushed himself up from here until he was able to get his knees on the bar. Then he let himself drop back, after checking to make sure he wasn't about to land on anyone. With a smile he dusted his calloused hands off and moved on. He hated lifting weights, but it had to be done. He needed to strengthen up a little if he wanted to defend himself. It seemed like there was an unnatural amount of people wanting to pick fights with him recently.
He stopped out of boredom before pain and replaced the weights. He shook out his arms and moved on to the courts taking a swing of his water as he went out of the weight room. He grabbed a ball and dribbled it in his hands. There was nothing more familiar to the Boston native than to play basketball. It was big, Lani was very upset by the Heats victory over the Celtics. He wasn't tall enough to play competitively and honestly he didn't like the pressure. Besides, he wasn't what most people would call sporty, he was small and quick, yes he was tall, scrapping at six feet but he was slender. He walked to a court the sound echoing off the walls and he took a shot smiling even larger when it went in with a swoosh. He ran to the ball, not because he had to but because he wanted to. Lani was built for quick sprints and even quicker changes in direction. He could do distance, but he really only did when he was running from something. Like the cops... but that was beside the point and he took another shot.
He wove his way around machines and the weights and bodies. He glanced into the courts for a moment, but he had promised himself that he would actually do a good workout before he allowed himself a chance to play around on the courts. So going rather quickly he hopped up onto the pull up bar and started at it. After he decided he was doing rather well with being able to lift his own body he took it a step further and pulled himself up to his chin then beyond. He pushed himself up from here until he was able to get his knees on the bar. Then he let himself drop back, after checking to make sure he wasn't about to land on anyone. With a smile he dusted his calloused hands off and moved on. He hated lifting weights, but it had to be done. He needed to strengthen up a little if he wanted to defend himself. It seemed like there was an unnatural amount of people wanting to pick fights with him recently.
He stopped out of boredom before pain and replaced the weights. He shook out his arms and moved on to the courts taking a swing of his water as he went out of the weight room. He grabbed a ball and dribbled it in his hands. There was nothing more familiar to the Boston native than to play basketball. It was big, Lani was very upset by the Heats victory over the Celtics. He wasn't tall enough to play competitively and honestly he didn't like the pressure. Besides, he wasn't what most people would call sporty, he was small and quick, yes he was tall, scrapping at six feet but he was slender. He walked to a court the sound echoing off the walls and he took a shot smiling even larger when it went in with a swoosh. He ran to the ball, not because he had to but because he wanted to. Lani was built for quick sprints and even quicker changes in direction. He could do distance, but he really only did when he was running from something. Like the cops... but that was beside the point and he took another shot.