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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 12:06 pm
This is where all the agents come to practice any shooting, sparring, or fighting moves used in the field. It's also a general hangout area, if you don't mind the stench of sweat. There is a large shooting range in the back room, but all guns are to be checked out of the armory before use. There is a large sparring mat in the far back corner, and there are showers and bathrooms on each side. There are also lockers in this room as well for any towels or gym clothes to be stored.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 11:08 am
A l e x i s M c K i n l e y Miss Shapeshifter // Dedicated, Intelligent, Sassy // Rookie Agent I a i n ' t n e v e r b e e n n o t h i n g b u t t o u g h
A l l m y e d g e s h a v e a l w a y s b e e n r o u g h I wanted lace, I wanted p e a r l s
To be a p r i n c e s s like the other girls
But life came h a r d to my front door
And I g r e w up trying
To even out the s c o r e XXXX▄▄ People always say I have a laugh
XXXX▄▄ Like my mother does
XXXX▄▄ Guess that makes sense
XXXX▄▄ She taught me how to smile
XXXX▄▄ When things get rough
XXXX▄▄ I've got her spirit
XXXX▄▄ She's always got my back
XXXX▄▄ When I look at her
XXXX▄▄ I think, I want to be just like that A i n ' t n o t h i n g w r o n g w i t h a w o m a n t h a t
G o t a l i t t l e b a c k b o n e I never met a stranger ▄▄XXXX
I can talk to anyone ▄▄XXXX
Like my mother does ▄▄XXXX
I let my temper fly ▄▄XXXX
And she can walk away ▄▄XXXX
When she's had enough ▄▄XXXX
She sees everybody ▄▄XXXX
For who they really are ▄▄XXXX
I'm so thankful for her guidance ▄▄XXXX
She helped me get this far ▄▄XXXX Y o u w a n t a s h y l i t t l e t h i n g
A p r e t t y l i t t l e h i g h h e e l t h i n g
G o n n a c r y i f I d o n ' t p o l i s h u p  XX▄▄ When I love I give it all I've got
XX▄▄ Like my mother does
XX▄▄ You might bend till you break
XX▄▄ When I'm scared, I bow my head and pray
XX▄▄ Like my mother does
XX▄▄ When I feel weak and unpretty
XX▄▄ I know I'm beautiful and strong
XX▄▄ Because I see myself like my mother does Sweat beads threatened to spill into the luminescent but focused blue eyes of Alex McKinley. The young agent stared at the ceiling above, panting. Her hands were slick with sweat and her arms were trembling with effort. A bar with two enormous weights sat above her. She pulled her hands down, wiped them on the damp towel next to her, checked the clock for a fleeting second, and took a deep breath. She knew it was dangerous to keep working on the benchpress, but Alex wanted to go above and beyond all goals set; she was tired of being second-best to the boys. A sense of focus and purpose dawned on her face. her blue eyes hardened and she blew her hair from her eyes. Her blond hair stuck to her forehead, preventing the clinging beads of sweat from stinging her eyes. Alex pushed up with all her might, her arms feeling as if they were about to give out. She had bypassed nearly al the weight records and was going for a new one. How much weight, she did not know. She did not care. Her physique and strength was what mattered to her at the moment. She shoved upward, grunting with effort, and straightened her arms. She was careful not to lock her elbows. The young woman held up the bar for as long as she could and then slowly lowered it, watching as her arms began to shake violently. She set the bar back onto the rack and sat up, her ponytail sticking to the back of her neck. Her muscles felt as if they were on fire. It was a good workout.
Alex pulled herself to her feet and stretched out her arms and legs, every muscle in her body screaming in agonizing protest. She bit her lip against the pain, repeating in her head that it was all for strength. If you aren't stronger than your opponent, make yourself stronger. That short and to-the-point statement had become Alex's motto. Sure, it wasn't earth-shattering or life-changing. It was fuel to her fire. She wasn't going to let anyone condescend on her. No way. She was determined to be at her utmost best. She wasn't out to show everyone up. She wasn't out to show everyone how good she was or whether she was stronger than everyone. Alexis McKinley wasn't like that. She was only looking to show up herself, prove to herself that she was stronger. Better. If someone believed that they didn't have to change, that only proved how much they truly needed change.
Alex meandered over to the treadmill, remembering that szhe had left her iPod over on the one she had been using. She grabbed her iTouch and turned it off, then wrapped the earbuds around it. She leaned over the control board of the treadmill, for lack of a better term, and switched it off. Before she turned it completely off, she checked her progress. She had run ten miles, which was a decent workout. She had been working her body's stamina and it had been paying off. Not to mention that her new shapeshifter abilities have changed her. She tried to keep it secret, but increases in her speed, strength, and stamina had begun to take shape. Alex turned away from the treadmill and spotted the boxing bag in the corner. She hesitated for a moment, weighing her options. She still wanted to practice her shooting before she checked in with her parents. Deciding against the boxing bag, Alex approached the lockers. She spun her lock with almost inhuman speed, the combination flying from her fingers naturally. The door popped open, revealing a neat locker with racks for towels and clothing. Alex grabbed a fresh towel and her body wash and shampoo, then grabbed her bag, where she kept her clothes. She slung her bag onto her shoulder and shut the locker, sliding her iPod into one of the side pockets. With long strides, the tall blonde covered the length of the room within seconds. She nodded to a couple of her fellow agents who were also working out. One of the guys winked at her. Alex rolled her eyes and shot him an icy glare, which sent the guy's attention right back to his workout.
A small smile played at the agent's lips as she slipped into the women's bathroom and then the showering area. She chose a more spacious stall and set her beg down. She wiped her blonde bangs from her forehead, still wet with sweat, and opened the curtain. She had already checked the lock on the door. Alex turned the hot water on and let it warm up. She grabbed her hairbrush from her bag and tugged her ponytail out. She then ran her brush through her flaxen hair which was still wet from her workout. Especially at the nape of her neck. Alex slipped out of her disgusting gym clothes and grabbed her shampoo and body wash before slipping into the steaming shower. She adjusted the water temperature accordingly and let the water slide down her sweaty, gross body. She scrubbed the woodsy smelling wash all over herself, scrubbing down from her shoulders to her legs. She paused a moment to take in the sewwt smell of pine that her body wash gave off. She preffered the rugged smell of the woods to a soft vanilla or cherry blossom. The smell of the woods gave her strength. In a way, she could find herself relating to a wolf. Letting these thoughts echo in her head, Alex snapped open her shampoo which also smelled of pine and the woods. She lathered up her sweaty hair and scrubbed at her scalp, feeling the dirt and grime and sweat come away from her head. She let the warm water rinse the suds from her hair before lathering it up once more and rinsing it again. Once she was sure that her hair was clean and her body was free of any sweat or body odor, Alex shut off the water and squeezed out her hair. She stepped out of the shower and into the dry area of the stall, wrapping herself with a towel. She brushed her hair quickly before drying herself off and sliding her regular clothes back on. She was dressed like any other agent at the agency: a plain t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She only wore her actual agent uniform when it was time for a mission. Her blonde hair was a darker shade now, dripping against her shirt. The cool water felt good against her back. Alex pulled it into a ponytail high on her head, letting her blonde bangs fall loose. She pinned them back with a couple bobby pins to keep them out of her face. She shoved her shampoo and body wash back into her bag, along with her smelly gym clothes. She'd have to wash them when she got home.
Alex pulled open the shower door and headed out, her body smelling like the woods at twilight. A sharp pine scent surrounded her while spraying the floor with droplets of stray water. Alex came out of the bathroom, only to find the guys still working. She smirked at them, raised an eyebrow, and then headed back to her locker. There was nothing like leaving guys confused about her intentions. Alex re-opened her locker and stuffed her bag inside, grabbing the gun she had checked out from the armory in one hand and her safety glasses in the other. She kicked her locker closed with a bang, disturbing the quietness of the practice room. Hmm. Weird, the practice room being quiet. With a mischevious smile she flipped on the radio as she passed it, gaining a whoop from the guys on the other side of the room. Alex smiled one more and continued on to the shooting range. She pulled the door open and headed to the end lane, which was hers. Not hers exactly, but her father had taught her to shoot there. It was her favorite, and since she had the most senior rank over all the rookie agents, no one ever questioned her. After all, she'd only been at the agency for seven years before rookie agents were recruited. It came with the territory, as they say. Alex slipped her glasses on and loaded her weapon. She pulled back the safety and clicked the bullets into place. She smacked the hold into place and took aim at the torso shaped target on the far side. Shutting her left eye, she focused the gun on the target. In one rapid motion, the gun popped once and a hold appeared in the target's chest. She had aimed to only wound the target, not to kill. Her bullet had found it's mark. The next one, however, was to kill. Alex took aim again and shot. This time, the target had a hole blown into it where the heart would have been. Alex continued her practice, locked away in her own little world. Pop. You'll Fine Me Here:: The Practice Room; shooting range
My Company is Made Up Of:: No one other than her gun and the target
On the Inside:: Focused, determined
Reaching My Ears:: Pops of the gun as the rounds are shot off
Leo Says:: Whewt! 8D First post! Sorry it was so long >A< The w a y I see it
The hand of fate did me a f a v o r
With the c a r d s he dealt my way
Found out real fast, life is a g a m e
You're out real q u ic k if you don't know how to play, tough
Are you s e r i o u s ?
You ain't f o o l e d me much
You justa hanging r o u n d
So you can try your l u c k
Y o u j u s t w a i t t i l y o u t a s t e h e r k i n d o f l o v e Layout © Memories in the Mist
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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 12:33 pm
xxImagine all the flesh that is eatenxxxxThe teeth tearing into itxxxxxxThe tongue tasting its savorxxxxAnd the hunger for that tastexxNow take away that fleshJino Jenkins "Now with one power shot, you'll see what vengeance means" Take away the teeth and the tonguexx
The taste and the hungerxxxx
Take away everything as it isxxxxxx
That was my planxxxx
My own special plan for this worldxx The day was... careful for Jino. He had to be cautious not to sigh, or yawn, or speak higher than B flat, bass scale, as he had not yet come to full control over his powers. He was dressed in his sweats and a T-shirt, his least favorite attire, to work on his lacking muscles. He looked around, placing a hand furtively on his chin, and started toward the cable machine. He added two 45-pound weights to either end of the machine, sat down, and grabbed the handles above his head. Getting a firm grip on the ends of the long handle, which was the most difficult place to pull from, he pulled downward and slid the cable through the mechanism and lifted the weights, breathing deeply at the same time, making gruting noises; he had finally reached his max on that machine; 180 pounds. More than his weight. He got up, shaking his arms as his he had just touched something hot, and smiled. The other agents in the room stared, wide-eyed at him as he crossed the room to take on the squat machine, which no one used in favor of the kick machine. Five 45-pound weights went onto either side of the machine, which was his max that he found out yesterday. Squats were basically useless to him though, as he had long, strong legs that would make even supermodels jealous. He did ten squats, then wiped the sweat off the back of his neck and went to do dead lifting military presses. He went on like a circuit; bench-pressing a little more than his weight, rowing 100 pounds on either arm, sit-ups with a 35-pound weight held tightly to his strong chest. He was like a machine, and he was watched intently and with jealousy from most of the other agents. He wasn't the strongest of them, but he was one of the strongest. Definitely in the top 5. This, however, wasn't a thing he like to flaunt, unlike most things; he did it to please himself.
He sighed when he was finished with a 30-minute workout, then picked up his towel and his regular clothes and headed to the men's locker room, not being able to help hearing talk about the "pretty, strong blonde girl" who just left. Jino knew where he was going afterward. He picked out the corner shower stall and stepped in, setting his bag on the bench so it wouldn't get wet. He grabbed the left sleeve of his shirt and pulled to the right, removing it in one fluid motion, and shed the rest of his clothing, placing everything he was just wearing in his laundry bag. He turned the water on and stepped back, holding his arm out and testing the water, not stepping in until it was the perfect temperature. The sweat was rinsed off his entire toned body in dirty, brown rolls, and he scrubbed himself with a back brush until it was all gone and his hairless arms, legs, back and chest were soft and smooth. He turned the shower off and dried himself. He dressed in visual kei-casul clothing, which was a band t-shirt for The GazettE, chained pants, dual belts, and spiked wristbands, then went to a mirror and applied the eyeliner out of his bag his back, absorbing snickers from the other, hairier men. This was met by a comeback from Jino of, "I'm comfortable in my masculinity. You couldn't wear makeup because you're so concerned with how you appear as a man. You're.... pitiful." The men stopped snickering, obviously flustered, but pretending not to care.
Jino sauntered into the other room, his bags slung over his shoulder, his left hand practically punched into the very bottom of his stretched-out pocket, and his right hand twirling a strand of bleached hair. To a more pedestrian audience this would've seemed a nervous habit. And they'd be right, partially. It wasn't a habit that made him spin his hair between his fingers. But it was nervousness; As he sauntered into the room, feeling slightly less high and mighty than usual, he had caught sight of the young woman in the room and flinched. Trembling, his eyes moved slowly from the back of the blonde's head to her feet to the gun she held so familiarly. He rested his eyes there, on the weapon, and didn't blink, but began to sweat. His feminine frame swayed a little, feeling woozy with fear, and he propped himself against the doorjamb just to stay standing. He closed his mouth, which had gone dry from hyperventilating.
Again, to a more pedestrian audience, it would seem that he was afraid of the gun. But that would have no truth to it, none whatsoever. He was perfectly capable of dealing with guns, as he has had many pointed at his head in his short lifetime. It was the person holding the gun that bothered him so deeply, for it was a she that grasped the thing. Jino had always had a bottom-of-the-ocean, psychological fear of women since... No, he couldn't think about it. All he knew, or wanted to know, was that something in his brain made him mortally fear all women of all ages and personalities. He shook his head, trying to snap out of his near-faint, and sat on the ground by the door, his favorite place to sit, staring intensely through black-rimmed eyes at the young woman, trying to get used to her presence(though they were friends) before she noticed him.((Do you still have my profile and reserve? If you do, can you post them up? :3))
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