<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/6wfqtS5/devon-daniels-7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom to Gym Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Workout shorts, Ride the Lightning (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f4/Ridetl.png) t-shirt with the sleeves cut off<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa, Cassandra| Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Devon nodded to whoo-girl, whose name he<em>really</em>ought to do his best to remember, and then turned towards Red. The woman kept her face away from his own, not even seeming to acknowledge his presence. His eyebrow quirked at this, almost as if he'd somehow done something to piss her off. Which... did he? Maybe he splashed her the night prior without realizing. She<em>had</em>been sitting by the pool, after all. Regardless, she retained her silence, and so he shrugged.<br/><br/>"I'll take your silence as confirmation, Red," he said, allowing himself one final chance to look over both women's attractive and curvy forms, then turned back towards the shed's doorway. He instinctively reached into his pocket, fingers searching for the earbuds that would normally be wrapped about his personal phone, only to discover nothing was there. His whole body paused in disappointment, head tilting upwards to look at the sky as if to ask some higher being why he was cursed to live without good music for six weeks. With a sigh he grasped the doorbar, carefully placing it around the other side of the door frame of the shed. He gave it a few tugs, testing to make sure it wouldn't break off the second he tried to lift himself up with it. Unfortunately, he was tall enough that he'd have to bend his legs in order to actually lift his feet off the ground, but he'd gotten used to the proper form for that.<br/><br/><em>What should I play in my head?</em>he questioned. While tuning others out was certainly part of the reason he listened to music while working out, it was more about speed and tempo.<em>Gates of Hel (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZwkQBn_59w)?</em>he questioned to himself, as his fingers grasped the handle bars of the doorbar.<em>Nah, too dreary and inconsistent for working out. Lucky Animals (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yCFW3LDikA)?</em>He shook his head. It was an easy tempo to keep a workout to, but it was actually one of his least favorite Devin Townsend tracks.<br/><br/>The instant he hoisted himself up, though, a memory flashed into his mind. An apartment with dark green walls. The scent of lavender and incense permeating throughout. And out of the bedroom pumping a high-tempo metal-equivalent to a pop song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h23D9l_5yvI). The memory caused him to pause, holding a bit too long before dropping back down.<em>Well... it'll do.</em>He closed his eyes, trying his best to imagine the cover art and not the apartment as he lifted himself up once more, his knees bent and ankles crossed as he lifted himself repeatedly to do chin-ups with the doorbar.<br/><br/>Never did his attention switch to the two women, not while performing his current exercise at least. He focused on his breathing, lifting and lowering himself as best as he could in time to the music, each lift a new measure. Of course, by time he was reaching the end he was slowing, and once his arms began to tremble he completed one final chin-up before allowing himself to drop down. He then removed the door bar, finding him a spot in the grass nearby the girls as he planted it to the ground. He braced it, straightened himself out, and began to use it for push-ups.<br/><br/><em>Why did <strong>that</strong> song come to mind, of all things?</em>he pondered. Yet now his mind was empty of tunes once more, simply counting the push-ups. Only now did his ears finally perk up to the conversation being shared between the two women. His eyes kept focused on the grass before him, yet in his peripheral he could certainly see the many different postures and poses they took during their own workouts. A real test of will to keep himself focused on his own fitness rather than theirs.