To the Bat-Gym Batman

Jan 11th, 2013 11:03 PM

Digger Deshane stands with his back to the mirror. Because seriously, he doesn't need to look at himself. Right now he is curling some weights. They are easy curls, heavy, but easy, cause he is a god damn werewolf. You know how Batman is the actually "the God Damn Batman" yeah, thats Digger, only without the cape and being the worlds greatest detective. Which by the way, batman is not, thats Sherlock holms, anyway. Digger is curling some weights, getting a work out in. And Admiring what he normally admires, The female form, like the chick kicking the shit out of the heavy bag.

See, this is a real gym, not some shitty gym where people go to look pretty and not actually work out. there is no juicebar here, no personal trainers, just a bunch of iron weights, and equipment to hit shit. And a ring, which makes digger even more happy.

So there he goes, curling weights, doing reps and enjoying breaking a sweat. And watching a hot chick kick things...

Jan 11th, 2013 11:10 PM

Lets say this thread happens at a Gym that is south of the territories, that way all packs can show up if they want. Its not much of a open scene if just the Crusaders are there.

Jan 11th, 2013 11:18 PM

Nick's massive truck rolls into the parking lot, and the Rahu savors the last lingering breaths of smoke in the cab before getting out and heading inside. His backpack is on with a towel and PT strip inside, since he sure as shit isn't going to work out in his jeans. Heading inside, he pays up and changes into black shorts and a navy blue t-shirt. His little neck chain remains right where it is. Nick's fetish never gets taken off. It was his luck, his protection - it was as much as part of him now as his chest hair.

Heading back out into the main gym area, Nick catches a view of his Alpha and raising a hand to greet Digger. "Good spot," he said in his usual quiet way as he clocked the hot chick kicking a bag with a tiny half-smile. "Want some company?" Perhaps the Alpha was a solo kind of out-worker.

Jan 11th, 2013 11:29 PM

"Sup Nick." Digger Grunted out as he continued his curly curling. Once his reps were done he sets down the curl bar. "What brings you out here Kid." Digger asked as he stretches his arms and makes his way over to a bench. Seems its arms and chest day for the Alpha of the Crusaders. No cardio for this Alpha, he gets his cardio with 4 legs instead of 2, well... three if you count that big leg between his legs.

Jan 11th, 2013 11:37 PM

A little half shrug. "Not much. Thought I'd come get my sweat on." Like it was commonplace. He was pretty ripped - no doubt it actually was. "Here in particular though rather than downtown, to show the appropriate respect," he said vaguely - the Herd wouldn't know what he meant, but Digger sure as hell ought to. Nick wasn't a member of a pack just yet, and he wasn't about to start violating the Uratha of Sacramento's territorial claims by going to pump iron in their houses without permission. Hell, the only time he ever went into Crusaders territory was when he was invited. That was as it should be. His eyes scanned the gym for a moment, and he looked like he approved.

It looked like the gym he had learned to box in at home.

Nick grabbed a couple of thirty-pounders to loosen up his muscles and warm up on before he stretched out. He wasn't about to pull anything.

"You usually work out here?"

Jan 12th, 2013 12:07 PM

Stefan strolled into the Gym with the usual air of confidence that surrounded the Storm Lord. The reasons were pretty simple. He was an extremely good looking, muscular guy, walking to a gym, and on top of that, he was a Werewolf. He had enough reasons to be proud.

As he stepped through the door, his nostrils flared, and he cocked his head slightly, scanning the area around him. He recognised those scents, particularly the Alpha of the Crusaders. Besides, he had good memories. The last time he'd run into the Crusaders on neutral ground, they'd played a pretty sweet drinking game, which Alejandra had demonstrated was a bad idea against her.

It had been a good night.

The other Uratha, he'd seen around the Tur, and knew to be a prospect. Probably a training run outside of territory, then. Nothing major.

He strolled over in his dedicated vest, showing off arms that most bodybuilders would have killed to have.

"Hey. Nice to see you," the Cahalith said, ever-confident.

Jan 12th, 2013 12:13 PM

Staying in shape was something Brett took very seriously. Sure, he was a werewolf, and it would be fairly difficult for him to get truly bad. But there was no reason to not be proactive - he could only grow by keeping on top of his physical fitness.

As such, he showed up to the gym ready to go. His dedicated outfit was suitable for working out, so he wore that pair of shorts and shirt to the gym. Seeing the other Uratha around, he smiled. He waved at Digger and Nick, before turning to Stefan.

"How're you doing?"

**Rawlins** · Jan 12th, 2013 09:57 PM

The rattling, gurgling bang heralded the arrival of Rawlins. This night, his car was being nice and not sending gouts of noxious fume from its rattling exhaust. In thanks, the Elodoth patted the vehicle and promised to give it a proper clean and some expensive engine oil.

The old man had to stop and make a double take when he saw the assembled Uratha. Their presence seemed to fill the space and raised the hackles on his neck. The urge to quietly retreat was massaged away by the fact the gym was in unclaimed territory. So, putting his most friendly face forward, the Bone Shadow moved to the waiting equipment, nodding to each of the Uratha in turn.

"What brings you all out here tonight?" he asked generally as he set to work on some simple weights. The exercise would warm him up and give to him time to decide whether to pursue his weight regimen or his boxing.

**John Holt** · Jan 13th, 2013 01:52 PM

The sound of the trike could be heard pulling up outside then vanish as the engine died. A couple of moment later, Chaplain entered carrying a heavy duffel bag over his shoulder, wearing a pair of black sweat pants and matching sweater that had the Sac. PD symbol upon it, something he had picked up while training with the officers at work. They were comfortable and he really didn't mind if they got a little dirty.

Spotting all the familiar faces, the Ithaeur smiled as he walked in, dropping the bag near the side of the gym. "Evening, all," he said simply before unzipping his bag and removing a pair of fingerless sparing gloves he had also picked up from work, carefully slipping his hands inside. Looking up, Chaplain sent Rawlins a wink.

Jan 13th, 2013 09:44 PM

"I get it prospect." Digger says and begins putting plates on the bar. Digger is a big dude, muscular too. But his muscles come from hard work, not from sculpting muscles through diet and power lifting, because he likes to fucking eat. Solid, thats how Digger would describe himself. "I float, its good to get out of the house, make sure that nothings burning."

As Stefan walked in Digger gave him a nod, not much else to say to the cocky Storm Lord. Digger wasn't hear to measure dicks, at least, not tonight. "You know that Young Blood?" Digger asked nodding his head at Brett.

"Clanging and Banging." Digger says as he lays down on the bench. "Hey Chap, Spot me?" Digger said and lifted the bar off the rack and brought it down slowly and then back up.

To the Bat-Gym Batman

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