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[Jen Mitchellson]

Funny to be back here. Jen looked around the gym as she entered, smiling as her eyes fell on the oddest machine in the room. She still didn't know how that thing worked. Well, last time she was here she managed to meet someone and get laid, have a good, mindless, empty afternoon of sex and candy and as empty as that left her feeling, she still wanted a repeat with a new person. No complications.

The elastic girl moved to the treadmill, focusing on the one thing she knew how to do: jog. She pulled her hair and combed it as well as she could into a messy ponytail, stretched her knees by the machine, and then hopped on. She stared down at the buttons and smiled at the silliness of the machine. She could be doing this in any other place and not pay entrance to use. Besides, it was always more entertaining to watch the environment change with every step rather than stare at the same spot while you ran for half an hour. But that was the fun part! Doing something that made no sense whatsoever just for the hell of doing something that made no sense. Knowing that just helped the humour of the idiocy, and Jen was a sucker for humour.

The girl pressed a couple of buttons and the machine started to move and, on it, Jen's legs. She smiled to herself, starting slow, but then the machine picked up and her eyes widened. Maybe it'd been a bad idea to work out at the max level from the start.

"Woah-easy." She felt her knee bent, thanks to her powers, barely keeping up with the rhythm of the machine. For a moment there, she thought it would go well, that her balance was back in place, except there were those silly powers that seemed to have more downsides than upsides. She was pretty sure the x-men didn't have to deal with such crap. Her knee bent again and, this time, she didn't manage to hold herself up, moving backwards on the treadmill's band and shooting out of the machine and onto the random passing person.

She was pretty sure the Justice League never had to deal with this crap.

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If Anthony had his way, he’d have a full-sized gym set in his meager homestead. Well, it wasn’t his exactly, it was his dad’s as that man was the one who paid for it, but since he was living there, Anthony figured it was safe to call it his. Unfortunately, this was not possible for reasons. And besides, Anthony liked going out to the local gym and being social with the people there.

And by ‘people’, he meant ‘ladies’.

Kailin? Who was that?

No…that wasn’t fair, but Anthony was too busy trying to actually enjoy his first semester in college to think too much about his first and only relationship that crashed and burned before it had really had a chance to take off. Now, Anthony was spending his days studying like mad for exams, going out to the occasional college party, and working of the rest of his energy down at the gym, where he concentrated more on the weights than the aerobics.

Today was a day of variety, and a day where he was very much enjoying the very large mirrors that they liked to put on the walls of the aerobics room, both in front of and behind the various machines. Because of course, that gave him a good view of some very nice ahemmhmmhhmmm….right?

Totally natural! After all, he was a healthy young man! Shouldn’t be strange at all to gather some eye candy where he could get it!

Anthony was distracted by this, looking in the exact opposite direction of the line of treadmills as he walked behind them. Had he been looking properly the other way, he would have realized there was something not quite right with the steps of one particularly nice pair of legs and would have been able to dodge the girl who collided into him. Anthony too lost his balance and fell to the side, catching himself on his forearms and breaking his fall somewhat. Presumably, the girl had landed right on top of him. He arched his head around to catch a glimpse of the girl. “Hey! Are you okay?” he asked, concern filling his voice. Anthony hefted himself so he was propped up on one elbow and twisted at the waist so he could look behind him more properly. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

[Jen Mitchellson]

Well, wasn't that just great? Here she was, trying to keep in shape and yet her stupid powers got in the way. She was sure that mom from the Incredibles didn't have to deal with this shit either. She groaned as she came to herself, noticing something had cushioned her fall. At least that'd been good. She moved as she heard someone talk. "I'm fine." She answered groggily. Since when pillows talked anyway? Jen raised her head to see exactly what- or rather who her pillow was and she couldn't help the smile that broke her pained look. Well, wasn't she just the luckiest girl in Pilot Ridge? Had to be, considering how very attractive her pillow-er, saviour was.

"On second though, I'm not fine. I'm hurt- Oh so hurt." It was obvious she was lying, what with the big grin on her face. "I don't think I can move at all." Or rather she didn't want to. When was the last time she was this way with a guy anyway? Oh right. That long. And it'd started here too. The sweat in the place had to work like some kind of aphrodisiac. Either that or all the hot guys gathered in the same place. Well, it wasn't that surprising really, that all the good looking guys were at the gym.

"In fact, I think I'll be needing a strong, handsome hero to help me out here. Have any idea where I could find someone like that?"

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Anthony got a much better look at the girl once he twisted himself around. And then an even better one once she lifted her head and he got the chance to see her fresh young face. Fresh and young, wow, that made him sound like some kind of creepy old pervert, didn’t it? But he couldn’t deny that the pretty(sexy) brunette brought out that side of him.

Charming smile: Engage!

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” he said back, rolling his head to the side in a little boy manner. Anthony scooted himself closer to(under) her and gently guided her to a sitting up position, his large hand placed very conspicuously in the small of her back…and itching to move down further. “Oh, well…you’re looking for strong and handsome,” Anthony said with eyebrows raised in mock consideration. He shrugged helplessly. “That a pretty tall order to fill…not sure there are many guys like that around here.”

“Guess you’ll just have to settle for me,” he said, giving the girl a slow once over. He panned his eyes along her figure and around her curves, then raised them up again to meet with her…blue! eyes. “Why don’t you tell me where it hurts?” he asked. Anthony made a subtle blink that might have been mistaken for an awkward wink and small twitch of his head down to his shoulder. “And we’ll see what a weak, plain guy like me can do to help.” Cue smile.

Oh, yeaah! Anthony was smooth as hell!

[Jen Mitchellson]

"No we can't." Why were men so obvious? She wondered for a second there if men would pay this much attention to her if she didn't have her looks. Mind, they worked on women too, they had when she had been little at least. The cute little girl with the big blue eyes hugging daddy for the cameras. But who cared? Jen was a pretty package, like those you see underneath those fancy Christmas trees at stores. Shiny, tempting but in reality empty. But who cared about that when there was a handsome man right underneath her, smiling charmingly like he was?

She sat up, letting out a tiny moan for effect, just to spice things up. She grinned at him, nibbling on her lower lip as he spoke. "Not many, but some would do. Depending on your definition of 'strong and handsome', of course." Ah how she loved banter and how she longed for someone who could keep up. Well, that was usually the case at least. Handsome and strong were nothing without a good head after all. Intriguing men were always better than a pretty face, or so her father had taught her. A good heart would too, if she cared for such things, but having lacked one like that all her life, or people with one at that, Caelum being the very absent exception of course.

"Settle." She snorted out the word. As if to show him, she raised her arms and rested them around his neck as well as she could, moving to allow him to sit up as well. "Honey, I don't settle." She smirked then, "You'll do."

He asked where it hurt and she nibbled on her lower lip, looking down at herself and then looking at him again, "Why?" She wondered, "Are you going to nurse whatever spot I point at?" Wow, was she easy. Not that she cared much. Men were easy as well, so why shouldn't she? "Now I'm curious as to how you'll do that." She leaned closer and smiled. "Sadly I hurt all over. Helping me could be exhausting. Are you sure you can do?"

He referred to himself as 'plain and weak and she scoffed. "You have a very poor idea of what you are." She said and then smiled again, "Didn't anyone tell you girls like confidence? You're never going to get anyone to like you with that attitude." Jen's smile widened, "You're lucky I'm here now to tell you how to behave." She smirked, knowing full well they just met, but sometimes a small word was needed to guarantee some... exchange between parties, a phrase her father loved, yet she doubted he ever applied it in a situation like this.

"Help me up?" She said with a bit of a pout, obviously pretending to be weak, "I'm completely helpless."

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This girl was a trip, Anthony thought. An easy one, it seemed. Or a tease, and if she was, then she’d caught Anthony in her trap, hook, line, and sinker. But the way she was responding to him, flirting and batting her eyes, Anthony had a pretty good idea what she was wanting. And he was pretty sure he’d be able to deliver. Yup, today was his lucky day!

“Well, I guess that’s a matter of opinion. And I’m far to noble to assume that everyone thinks I’m a stud.” Anthony flashed her yet another smile, showing off them pearly whites. Anthony wasn’t as clever as some people were with words, but he didn’t let that stop him. Nor did he let his inherent dorkiness deter him from trying. After all, he was a handsome stud.

He laughed. This girl was darned cute. And very good at flattering. “Good to know. I hope I don’t disappoint.” But why did Anthony think he’d seen her face somewhere before?

“I could,” he said, shrugging a shoulder casually. Oh, ho-ho, so she hurt all over. “Well…if that’s the case, I guess I’ll have to treat you…all over. You know…they have massage rooms here.” Anthony sent her a wink. “I bet I could do a much better job treating your ‘injury’ there.” Starting with a full body massage…among other things.

Anthony could only laugh again, throwing back his head pompously. “I may be ‘plain and weak’, but trust me, I have plenty of confidence.” He leaned in, with a wry smile of his own. “I can tell that already. Lucky me~” Oh god, who was writing these lines for him? Anthony wanted to…well, if it worked than it worked, so cheese away, he decided!

“Of course, ma chérie,” he said with charm, and a very American accent. Anthony was going to take it one step further, though. He scooted himself beside her, arranging his arms behind her back and then reached the other one under her legs, then swept her up in his arms like she weighed nothing. Guess it paid to keep up his work-out regimen, huh? “How’s this?” he asked.

[Jen Mitchellson]

Too noble? She snorted. Yeah, right. He was a flirt, just like her. She could tell. She was sure by the way he'd been eyeing her that his interest to help her from her fall wasn't all coming from him being a gentleman. But he was handsome enough to get her attention. Still, there was that nagging bitterness in her mouth, something that told her it wasn't all that right to flirt like she was. But wasn't this what she always did? What she wanted? She didn't know anymore. Curious too, that she could still smile and wink and batter her lashes for him despite that bitterness. Maybe Zach was right, she would make a good actress.

"Oh, but I'm sure everyone does." She nibbled on her lower lip, her eyes going down to his mouth and then back to his eyes. His eyes. Yeah, that was his feature. Or maybe it was that smile? "I'm sure you won't."

"Mmm, a massage room. That sounds like just what I need." Exactly what she needed to forget about those stupid thoughts. Since when did she become so... human? She was a meta for fuck's sake! And a Mitchellson! Those thoughts belonged for the weak. Ah, didn't she make her daddy just so proud?

He had confidence. "Well," she whispered with a bit of a sigh, "I sure look forward to that... confidence." She nibbled on her lower lip, resisting the urge to grin. She hadn't really meant confidence, although she was sure her tone had made that clear.

He picked her up suddenly and she gasped at the movement, her arms quickly stretching and surrounding his neck just in case she fell. A quick reaction. Now he was carrying her like a princess and she blinked down at the ground. Well, how about that. "This is..." She let out a breath and turned to grin up at him, her arms returning to their original size. "This is just perfect."

Perfect. What a word to put it. She'd never been carried like this before. Odd, since she'd met so many different men, but no one was ever nice to her. Not that he was being particularly nice, but this would be another gesture to go on the 'first time' memories, along with Julien's compliments and Matt's caresses.

"Now, stud." She said mockingly, still grinning widely, "Where is this massage room that I've been dying to go to." She then pouted, widening her eyes "I'm hurting just all over."

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If she hadn’t put together that helpless girl act and had just been a little more…casual, then Anthony might’ve responded with a little less intensity. But from that little display, Anthony could tell right away what this girl wanted. And he was more than willing to give it. He hadn’t come to the gym intending on getting some booty, but he wasn’t going to pass it up either. Because that booty was damn tight!

They were both laying it on pretty thick, and Anthony was okay with that. It meant he didn’t have to try so hard.

It made Anthony smile more than usual. “You may be right,” he said dramatically. “Personally, my definition of ‘strong and handsome’ would be…well you’re looking at it, but again, I try not to assume.” Though Anthony did like to toot his own horn when appropriate. This girl seemed to think him good looking. That was permission enough for Anthony to let his head inflate.

However, there was certainly more to Anthony than just a pretty face and big head. At least he thought so, though that might just be his big head talking. He had goals, places he wanted to be and go, but this was his youth they were talking about here! And according to him, he still had plenty of time to live it up before he finalizing on one of his career paths. That’s why he was in community college, after all. So he could make some progress while he was figuring out what to do next.

Part of all that ‘living it up’ was getting plenty of ‘real world’ practice in wooing those of the female species. He had to say, he was getting pretty good at it. If this interaction was any indication.

Anthony made note of how her arms seemed to…stretch…when he picked her up. Well….that was an interesting power. He wondered what else she could do with that kind of ability. “Good,” he said optimistically. “Let’s try to keep it that way.” Anthony laughed. “I mean, it can’t be that hard, I am an amazing and charming guy, but we’ll put in the effort anyway, won’t we?”

Anthony ensured his grip around her was secure before starting to walk forward. “Patience, patience. It’s not far.” Though they were in the back. Anthony had seen people going in and out of them before, though to be honest, he’d never been in one himself. He nodded towards the row of closed doors down the next hallway. “There they are.” He smiled again, raising a suggestive eyebrow. “So, young Miss…what in the world am I to call you?” As in, give him a name. Any name.

[Jen Mitchellson]

"Assume away, honey." She said with a smirk, "You're exactly it." He was handsome and strong of course, if he weren't, Jen wouldn't even turn his way. It was almost cute how he tried to deny it in false modesty. As if someone like that would ever think of himself as less than he was.

"By all means, put all your best effort in it." She said with a smirk, loving how playful he was being. Most men couldn't keep up with her teasing. He was proving to be fun too, what with his own teasing being so charming. "I'm sure you won't regret it." She shrugged one shoulder and smiled, "I happen to be very grateful with those who... make an effort."

She laughed, hugging him closer as he asked for patience. Ah, there was something she lacked, alright. But it was still all the more fun to comply. She turned to where he'd nodded at. Ah, so that's what those doors were for. Funny, she'd seen people come in and out, and she'd always figured that they were used for quickies, but she never thought they had a purpose other than that one. Funny too how her mind worked. She truly needed to stop thinking like that. No wonder she was always treated like a slut. Well, that and the fact that she so easily complied to be carried down an empty room in a public place, princess style of course, and have a stranger do all sorts of things to her. Speaking of strangers...

"Jen." She said with a slight smile, "Jen Mitchellson if you want the full name, though you can call me anything you want, hun. And you are?"