<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/5e2f6d44-f9b1-41c5-b7dd-bb82b79bbb76_zps222d90b9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Not allowed?"</span>She shrugged her shoulders.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Why would a guy like you, that says he has all this experience, let someone else tell him that he's not allowed to have moving targets?"</span>She could only laugh at the words he came back with. He was really trying to tear her down, looking at her as if she was the small little girl that she wasn't. He didn't even have a clue what she lived through or had behind her. Her form was never great. He had had practice. She had had experience. The man was purposely trying to get on her nerves, keeping her on her toes. He was doing rather well, but really all she wanted to do was take the pole that she supposedly had up her ass and shove it down his throat and watch him choke on it. Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders.<span style="color: #00BFFF">Your form is <span style="font-style: italic">good.</span> Don't give yourself more credit than needed. It's the reason why you're standing here in the gym trying to work out when really, all you want to be is in that ring punching someone's lights out."</span>Pressing her lips together, she ran her fingers through her hair for a moment looked at him face on with a brow lifted.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I know what underground fighting is. I know what it pays. I know what it gives. But what I don't understand is why..."</span>She pointed out his entire stature.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"That if you are so great in the underworld of cage fighting that someone isn't trying to help you harness your craziness? Helping you win and keep going instead of holding you back in this hell hole of a gym?"</span><br/><br/>She crossed her arms over her chest. There was a look in the male's eye that had caught her attention. She hadn't been hitting the bag for guys to have pleasure from watching her. She did it to get her anger out. She did it to relieve herself of the pain that she had felt, and it looked as if the man standing in front of her didn't actually believe anything that she said. She rolled her eyes, holding on to her zipped up bag. Her cheeks were starting to fill with blood but it was only because the male was pushing buttons that he didn't need to push.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"It's fake. Like you. Since you need the clarification."</span>She pulled the strap to her bag over her shoulder and turned a little bit, having caught his line. With only a smile, she had glanced at the blonde that had been checking him out since the beginning of their conversation. All the girls were checking him out.<br/><br/>And he was talking to her. Why? Srytka shrugged her shoulders.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Until you hit the big time, you don't get to choose who you like or who's your type, hon."</span>She gave him a smile before shaking her head.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"So, before she finds a new ass, I think you should tap that."</span>Turning, she headed toward the back part of the gym, her back to him. She wasn't going far, soon she was disappearing into one of the group rooms. Silence surrounded her and she was able to focus again. Her eyes had melted over the view that was from the windows. She set her stuff down and headed toward the sound system, plugged her phone in. Once it was playing something gentle yet strong, she started her warm up stretching. All the tension had caused her to be tight and she needed to be flexible...She needed to relieve herself of the thoughts that she had had...the feelings that she had been stuck in.  She performed a series of yoga poses, all the while, she had forgotten to lock the door and shut the blinds. She was still opened to be bothered.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll353/JackieD0509/RPing%20Purposes/c55ef9cf-0861-4f89-b7ad-21d4c66a7526_zpscdaac827.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Are you though? Are you truly fine?"</span>He said, lifting his brow as he walked with her. The woman, as defensive as she had become, she hadn't flat out told him to go away.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Fair enough."</span>He didn't wince at the quote, but he was a little on the fence now...He probably should leave, but then he didn't want to run off like a criminal would...But she was beating around the bush, showing signs that in fact she didn't want him to leave. Her actions were clear. He didn't want to give way that he was going to try and kill her. Cause he wasn't, yet he wouldn't explain his situation like she was at the current moment. A smile pulled at the corner of his face.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"A quiet life?"</span>He asked, still holding his hands in his pocket, feeling his phone going off, but still deciding to ignore it. The vibration was Hades. He didn't want to answer his brother. He had already done the job and now he was acting the part of an innocent person trying to 'get a date'.<br/><br/>Simple enough alibi that no one would really question it. And the man's secretary would call back saying that she didn't know what happened to him. Another would be taken care of by his father. For a moment, he lifted a brow as she referenced a movie quote and he couldn't help but smile at the thought. At the quote that she had chosen.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Simple life...Under the control of a man who looked and as you said kill you any time that he wants. Why let a low life like him do that?</span>He shrugged his shoulders and held up his hands.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"I'm not going to give you a lecture on how much better you can do, but think about it. You probably could."</span><br/><br/>When she had snatched his phone and held it out to him saying that his phone had been ringing, he nodded his head and took the phone from her waiting hand. Lifting his phone up to his ear, having felt her hand on his sleeve, he spoke into the receiver.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Yes brother?"</span>He didn't even look at the number to already tell that it was him. On the other side, his brother seemed to be freaking out.<span style="color: #FF0000">"So, what the hell happened? You clearly didn't get the memo that you weren't going to kill him in broad daylight you dipshit!"</span>The man sighed heavily into the phone.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Now because of your little interest in the girl you're talking to, I have to pick up the mess and father is pissed off. Get her somewhere before I kill her with my bare hands for screwing up the entire plan! You weren't supposed to talk to anyone!"</span><br/><br/>Aerith sighed, glancing at the girl.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Yes, it was nice to hear from you too. Go make sure everything works."</span>before he hung up.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Happy now? It's over with. Now,</span>He gestured to keep going.<span style="color: #00BFFF">Let's continue shall we?</span>He gave her a smile.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Before someone thinks that we are more than friends."</span>