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Post by Vaughn Logan on Sept 7, 2012 0:41:48 GMT -5
 Running. Running was always something Vaughn fancied. Maybe he enjoyed the feeling of going super fast, or going from point A to point B with only relying on one's own body. Or maybe he enjoyed watching the chests of women bounce. Admittedly as he ran on the treadmill he would look over at woman running. He couldn't help himself, he was a man, it happened.
He could feel sweat building up on his forward and on his lower back. Sweat wasn't something he enjoyed feeling. In fact he hated it. Maybe it was the fact that he was wet, or maybe he didn't enjoy the smell. He could never really tell. But whenever he sweat he felt like crap. Even though sweating is a good thing, especially in a gym. He knew he would probably need to shower or something in the locker rooms before he went home. He didn't want to be musty in the car.
Taking his water bottle, he popped open the cap and shoved the top in his mouth, squeezing the bottle and shooting the contents down his throat. It was refreshing, even more so since it was still cold. At the moment life was good, and he almost forgot about his encounter with the vigilante.
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Post by levitt on Nov 19, 2012 12:01:02 GMT -5
Damian had finished his work out and his swimming session, standing up as he got outside of the pool his shorts dripped on the floor he headed towards the showers grabbing himself a towel as he walked inside the room steam partially restricting his view. He stood close to one of the faucets and let the warm water run through his body. He'd noticed another guy in the showers with him and he'd almost sworn he'd seen the man before.. Damien turned around as he rubbed his shampoo over his hair and body.. The water ran down his shorts as he turned back around realising who the man actually was..
"Vaughn Logan is that you.. Well fuck this is an odd surprise man i haven't seen you since we graduated college.." Damien exclaimed as he patted Logan on the shoulders.. The last time he'd really seen him was fighting him on the Opera house not too long ago.. They both ached from that night and it was one of the nights Damien masqueraded around in his vigilante costume. Logan was none the wiser that his old school friend was really the hero that had been preventing some of the humans crimes not realising the deeper side of the Supernatural world.. "So Vaughn, how's your old man doing.. i heard he was also back in town. " Damien enquired washing the shampoo from his hair.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 19, 2012 19:48:02 GMT -5
Warm water running down his face and onto his abs and biceps, Vaughn felt totally relaxed..--For once. Scrubbing his hair with shampoo and rinsing it out, Vaughn wanted to lean up against the wall and stand there for hours, or take a nap. Despite feeling aches and pains from the workout and the night prior, Vaughn felt like taking on the entire Vamp and Lycan society by himself...--If he enjoyed mindless killing.
It then hit him with a surprise when he heard a familiar voice from the shower besides him. With a dizzy haze, he turned his head and saw Damien Reagan, his best friend from highschool. Vaughn remembered boxing with his best friend, and the two of them being high ranked within the nation. He also remembered their college partying and shenanigans. Vaughn was also brought back to the memories of him and Damien holding double-dating with their college sweethearts--Sweethearts that have now moved on.
"Damien, I thought I smelled poor aftershave" Vaughn said with a chuckle. "I heard you were out of town for a while, it's good to see you back."
Vaughn let out a friendly smile when he asked about his father. "He's the same, but he's improving".
"It's good to see you man. We'll have to box sometime" Vaughn let out a chuckle, mainly because of their old age. He also wondered if he still remembered his old boxing moves.
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Post by levitt on Nov 19, 2012 20:06:07 GMT -5
 Damien stepped back as Vaughn insulted his aftershave; "Well you're still as cheeky as back in high school and college.. I'm glad i run into you actually, I'm moving back here presently and I'm finally going to be working in the Reagan Enterprises.. The place has just been sitting there since i left town.. But I'm glad that your father is getting better that's always good. " Damien smirked as he playfully jabbed Vaughn in the chest. He remembered all the times he'd kicked Vaughn's ass in the ring.. And all the times Vaughn kicked his ass, they had been the best days of each other's lives. Damien hadn't seen Vaughn in awhile but he still remembered half of his old moves except he had new moves being a crime fighter and all he'd learned how to expand on his old techniques. "You look like you have been some bodies punching bag mate, i thought you was good at defending yourself but looks like you went toe to toe with a brute.. " Damien laughed knowing the real reason behind Vaughn's cuts and bruises.. But he played dumb so Vaughn wouldn't notice a thing it was a perfect crime and that's all that mattered. |
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 20, 2012 13:06:27 GMT -5
 "Well I wouldn't necessarily call him a brute. His punches were weak, but they were fast--Or at least faster than I expected." Vaughn hit Damien in the shoulder playfully, but then felt a little awkward since they were both showering..--"Hey! What if we spar sometime? I could use the practice. It's been a while."
Cheeky. Who says cheeky anymore? Vaughn laughed, as he remembered his friend being of English decent. Vaughn remembered a school play where he was dressed as a Revolutionary War hero and his friend was a British red-coat...They spent hours rehearsing the choreography for that fight scene that lasted about ten minutes. The muskets were plastic casts of the real thing, and the bayonets were too. But by the end of the play the crowd was roaring and many people thought they were real. Until Damien and Vaughn broke them during the end, and they had to resort to bayonet-hand-to-hand combat.
"Yeah..we had some good times" Vaughn said with a smirk, "I'll be ready for that so called brute next time. I just got to find him."
Vaughn grabbed his axe-scrub and started to wash his body, looking away from his friend and staring at the white walls in front of him.
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