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runnerupper) wrote2021-06-18 08:35 pm
runnerupper) wrote2021-06-18 08:35 pm
IC CONTACT โถ duplicity.
โ ๏ผฌ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ผก๏ผ๏ผด๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฉ๏ผฎ๏ผ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ผ๐ฑ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข
๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ-๐ท-๐ท; ๐ธ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ธ'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐. โ ( โช )
@a-trainofficial
yeah.
got a place? drop me a pin n i'll be there inna sec
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That's bold, around here.
I could be sending you to a torture dungeon.
[ but she does send her location, and while it's yet unlabeled on the map (these businesses turn over so quickly!), it is not a torture dungeon. it's just scratch's gym. she's climbing out of the ring at the moment and figures by the time he makes it there, she'll be done in the showers. they can walk from there to somewhere more fitting what she has in mind once she gets a feeling for what he's interested in. he's new, after all. ]
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So, all that taken care of, he bursts inside the doors like a temperamental gust of wind, stopping on a dime right at the shower's edge, exactly as far away as he'd need to be not to get misted by the spray. ]
Whoa.
[ When he'd been scoping the place out, he hadn't thought the person in the showers would be her; after a beat of silence it finally occurs to him to "respectfully" avert his gaze down toward the tiled floor, hands on his hips, one foot tapping restlessly. ]
Okay, uh, so did I like, get the time wrong or somethin'...?
THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN PATCH'S GYM whatever you figured it out
well, he'd gotten here so quickly. that's the part that doesn't make sense. once she has processed that he's indeed here, she grabs her towel from over the edge of the shower stall and wraps it around herself, stepping out. ]
I didn't see you in the ring. [ she puts it as bluntly as she can before arriving at her best conclusion. ] Were you โ Are you following me? [ a little incredulous sputtering on, ] How did you get here so quickly?
[ she's certainly not going to apologize for not being ready because if he'd taken a normal human amount of time, she would have been. obviously, this is his fault. ]
god now we just need a match's (something) let's keep this theme going......
(Which arguably, yes, is very probably exactly how accidents like "running through a person" come about, but never mind)
--So if he's not paying very close attention, he won't end up realizing exactly where he is until the same moment the other person does, which can sometimes get a little awkward. ]
No I'm not fucking following you, I ran here. [ His tone, and the flippant wave of his hand, have the subtext of: duh. ] I'm A-Train, the world's fastest man.
and that's the story of how i never got a business name correct again ๐ญ
... You ran here?
[ what in the fuck. she shakes her head. ]
Most people don't literally mean one second. [ she still refuses to be blamed for her role in misunderstanding. ] I would have waited if I'd known. Just give me a moment.
[ and she starts towards the lockers.
and stops halfway, just past a-train.
because it's an incredibly stupid thing, isn't it? to get dressed when the whole point of calling him had been quite the opposite of that. ]
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[ He bumps his shoulders in a shrug as if to say, I'm not most people, but opts not to actually say anything to that sort of obnoxious effect since, sigh, by now he's much more used to people not knowing who he is here. ]
Guess I'll just hafta be more specific next time, huh. [ he adds in a lighthearted-haha-not-gonna-make-this-awkward sort of way, ] But yeah, fine, go ahead.
[ A-Train realizes he doesn't actually know exactly what she wanted to meet up for, and he's admittedly getting increasingly curious, but not so much that he can't wait the couple of minutes it'll take her to (presumably) put some clothes on. He turns his head slightly as she passes, watching her go without making it too obvious he's also stealth checking her out, but then she stops and he has to whip his head almost painfully sharp in the other direction, trying to maintain the guise of Respectfully Not Looking. ]
You, uh... everything still good?
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she'd almost done this once. she'd wound up in an insecurity room with cy, spitting venom at him, and she'd never set food in there again. ]
... Do I really need to get dressed?
[ she turns to look back at him, expression open to match her bluntness. she unwraps the towel, bundles it in her arms. ]
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Hell no you don't, no way. [ With a bit of a smile, flirty and encouraging. ] As long as you're not gonna get, like, cold or somethin'...?
[ But it begs the question: ]
And so, uh, what about me?
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[ the worst part of this terrible line is that rey has not idea it's a clichรฉ terrible line. pour one out for her rep.
she approaches him then, though, looping the towel over one of the racks by the showers so she can free up her hands to reach for the hem of his shirt. ]
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(And let it be known, he can be very judgemental.)
He lets his eyes travel down, then up, her body again, more slowly and appreciatively this time, a flirty grin curving at the corners of his mouth. ]
Well, you do know what they say about body heat, right? The way two people can share it the most effectively with each other is if they both take their clothes off, [ he says, gaze dropping to her hand on his shirt, eyebrows bumping encouragingly. ] According to like, the experts an' shit.
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[ she cannot help the real, wide smile that brings to her face. very authoritative. very persuasive. in the end, that's not what matters, but it helps matters that he's properly charming.
rey tugs at his shirt then, as if to put abed any confusion as to whether her comment were a critique of his approach. she doesn't waste time. there's no slow peeling, no loving caress. she gets it out of the way in the same manner someone would clean trash off a picnic table. ]
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(A-Train couldn't even say for sure if it's actually true, he's never had any reason to fact-check that extremely random bit of trivia, although he thinks so...? Maybe?)
But anyway, what matters here is the chemistry, she's clearly into it and quite frankly so is he. A-Train smirks at her and ducks down a little to make it easier for her to pull his shirt off, getting his belt buckle open and pants off in a blur of unseen motion. ]
We doin' this here, or...?
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she glances back up at his face and the blinking suggests she has to take a moment to think back and figure out what he'd said. ]
Would you rather somewhere else? [ because she wouldn't. here seems perfectly fine. to prove the point, she hangs his shirt over one of the stall dividers, ensuring it's well out of the way. ]
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[ And he's a little surprised to realize he actually means that, too, but upon giving the locker room another sweep of his gaze A-Train can recognize all the familiar, typical spots that work so nicely for fucking in a locker room.
That part he's done before, having spent a lot of his life in gyms, but well, his default assumption of most places in Duplicity is just that they'll all probably be pretty disgustingly filthy; for a gym, though, this place actually doesn't look so bad.
He closes the distance between them further, tipping her chin up to kiss her hard, full of lust and confidence, before he backs her against the stall wall, hands dropping to stroke down her body and cup her ass. ]
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she plants her hands on his bare shoulders first to steady herself, then to shove him back against the opposite stall door with a surprising amount of strength for someone of her size. well, perhaps less surprising, all said and done. she's no supe, but in her naked state, it's easy to see all the lean, toned muscle that she has cultivated over a lifetime of hard work.
the kiss turns rougher, then. she lets her teeth sink into his lip and her hands journey down his chest to the front of his pants, getting right to business. ]