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Post by CHIYOKO EMI YAMAMOTO on Jun 12, 2010 2:42:06 GMT -5
 YOU'VE GOT A REAL TYPE OF THING GOING DOWN GET IT DOWN
Everything about this idea was completely ludicrous, and not just because her parents were telling her what to do, either. First of all, that did have something to do with it. Chiyoko was nineteen years old, and just because she was still in high school didn't mean they could dictate what she did or did not do with her life, and it was their fault she was still in high school in the first place. They were the ones that wanted her to adjust to life in America at four years old, not her, and now she was reaping the consequences of their idiotic choice? This was just great, just wonderful. Her own mother was turning on her after years of being one of the most well-known young gamers out there, after a long time of having her parents occasionally ask for some money to go out. Kids weren't supposed to do those sort of things for adults, so how did her parents think it was okay to suddenly treat her like she was a child? Chiyoko hadn't been a child for a long time in her mind, and it was just downright degrading that her mother could pull the "you need exercise" card and sign her up at the gym. Bull freaking crap. Mother Yamamoto was not allowed to do that any more, ever again, and neither was Papa Yamamoto. The two of them were the least imposing people on the planet - except to their daughter who wanted them to just move back to California without her or something.
At least she'd been getting something pleasant out of her experience here. Chiyoko had her own personal trainer, Grayson, who was probably the coolest guy out of the bunch of those tightwads, and she'd made sure to pick him after getting signed up. Her mother had signed her up with some old chick that had more muscles than Yoko was ever going to have in her lifetime, and it was just plain gross. Thankfully, the gym was nice enough to let her swap out trainers before she'd even started, and that was enough to keep her coming back. As much as she despised having to come here - Hell, being told to do anything was just unacceptable in her book - she did enjoy being around Grayson. His positive attitude was ridiculous but endearing, and it was nice to be around someone that she didn't know through a microphone and screen. She slammed the locker door shut with her things in it, not even wearing headphones any more to the gym because she knew she'd be talking to Grayson...Really, if he weren't working there, she probably would have flipped the bird and walked right back out, but it was nice to feel comfortable around someone enough to act like a complete twit and get away with it.
Chiyoko walked out of the locker room and up the stairs of the gym to the second floor, where she knew he'd be waiting for her. She wasn't late or anything, but he was usually there waiting for her like he had nothing better to do with his life...Sometimes she joked around that he was obsessed with her, but it was all for fun and games. Personal trainers were supposed to act practically infatuated with the gym members, so she wasn't going to take it all that much to heart. "Hey, Gray," she called out, not exactly prone to following public conventions seeing as she spent most of her time yelling to at least seven other people on a microphone or having everyone want to hear what she was saying in the first place at a tournament. No one could say that she was humble or quiet, and she would never surprise anyone in that aspect. As she walked around the equipment upstairs, looking for Grayson, she bobbed up and down a little to stretch out, pump herself up, something that would make her enjoy this experience...aside from Grayson, that is. Sometimes she wondered if he was all talk or if he'd ever try to take it further with her, but then she remembered that to the outside world, being a high schooler was like having the plague. As much as she defied every high school convention and was older than everyone else in their final year at Miami High School, no one really saw her as much more unless she was at a convention or tournament. Ego boosts there were like candy on Halloween for Chiyoko, and she loved every second of it.
TAGGING GRAYSON . 765 WORDS . BWAHAHA, HE'S NUTS . MY GRAPHIC
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Post by grayson on Jun 12, 2010 19:36:18 GMT -5
 let's play a love game, play a love game----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/b] he called, purposefully drawing out part of her name with a grin on his face when she alerted him that she was hear. Her name was so much fun to say, even more fun to add little things to the end of, which he probably would not be doing for a while. He could have it happen in his head, though. "I hope you're ready for an intensely amazing workout." He snorted, running his hand over his sweaty hair. Gray had already had a couple of clients come in this morning but any favorites that he had had in the past had been quickly overrun by Yoko. He had such a crush that it wasn't even funny, although he could play all cool and pretend like he wasn't going in puppy dog mode whenever she came around. [/ul] [/size]
TAGGING: yoko/nana!
NOTES: rawr.
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Post by CHIYOKO EMI YAMAMOTO on Jun 13, 2010 0:34:02 GMT -5
YOU'VE GOT A REAL TYPE OF THING GOING DOWN GET IT DOWN
Sweatin' to the Oldies or something akin to that god-awful videotape soundtrack was playing through the overhead speakers, and Chiyoko silently cursed Richard Simmons into a darkened, hell-soaked lair with no males in sight that he could prey on with his homosexual prowess. That man was probably the reason so many Americans were obese in the first place, seeing as she would have never set foot in a gym again if she'd seen the fitness guru walking around in spandex. Miami was one of the blessed cities in which people were obsessed about their physical appearance and went to great lengths to look skinny, thank god for that, so Chiyoko wasn't permanently blinded by the patrons of the gym, but as narcissistic as she was, she avoided those less fortunate than her in the metabolism department like the plague, as if she could catch the pounds like influenza or something. As much as she despised herself for even thinking along the lines, she had to admit that her body was unconsciously bobbing along in a rhythmic fashion with the beat of the music as she traipsed around the second floor in search of Grayson. A few people were looking at her after that outburst only a moment ago, but the majority of them hadn't even heard her through their own eardrum-preserving headphones, probably playing some sort of pop or heavy metal like the normal people did when exercising. Now they were getting some good tunes no matter what was playing through the headphones compared to what the poor souls who didn't have an iPod were being forced to listen to in the gym.
"Yokoooo!," she heard from behind her, and Chiyoko turned around with a smile. As much as she wanted to and would have grinned were it anyone else calling her name out like that, she wanted so badly to prove to Grayson that she was tough enough to endure whatever he could throw at her, that nothing would faze her right now. Everything in her life, all of the tournaments and games, they were all about who came out on top, and Chiyoko had never settled for second-best in anything she'd done. In fact, she was usually always coming in first no matter where she was, whether it was because of her talent or ruthlessness in her need to win, win, win. Being signed up for this stupid personal training was a big blow to her ego in the first place, so she had to make up for it by being a little bit more haughty than usual, right? That only seemed fair. She made a show of rolling her eyes at him as she walked over, hands on her hips to show just how much better than this she was. Really, if her ego were a string, it could have unraveled and tied a bow around the Earth with a double-knot. She wasn't one of those bitchy, arrogant girls that couldn't have a decent conversation with another person without breaking their spirit or anything, but the amount of her confidence overflowed into her actions whether she meant for it to or not.
Finally the smile on her face broke into a grin as she reached him and he said, "I hope you're ready for an intensely amazing workout." Chiyoko raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle. "From the looks of it you've already started without me." The sweat covering his forehead and hair weren't making him more attractive or anything, but...well, yeah, it was. Sometimes the gross things were what made someone seem more appealing, or maybe it was the fact that seeing him sweat was usually when she was working out with him, which gave her plenty of time to ogle him from afar. She'd never really given much thought to anything more with Grayson, as her mind simply didn't work that way, but there was no denying that he was nice to look at in any situation. Chiyoko pretended to be shocked and added in a hushed voice, "Are you seeing someone else?" Of all of his clients, Chiyoko was prone to think she was the most important regardless of its validity, and it was amusing to her that Grayson went along with her games even when they were supposed to be working out. Come on, any excuse to just goof off was good in her book, especially when she was supposed to be doing something she didn't particularly want to do in the first place. "In any case, you look tired. We should definitely postpone this session to another day," she assured him, knowing that would never happen but hoping just a little bit that he would go along with it.
TAGGING GRAYSON . 789 WORDS . CHIYOKO'S AN EFFING TWIT . MY GRAPHIC
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