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1 Pound for pound on Sun Apr 22, 2012 5:33 am


Danial's eyes focused in on the bag in front of him as he bounced on his toes. His feet were shoulder width apart but his hips were twisted slightly so his right foot stayed back and provided stability. His right foot would twist slightly as the energy for his next punch started to pick up, his hip would twist counter clock wise as Danial took the small step in with his twisted foot his right shoulder already leaning into it as his right arm snapped out and his fist twisted just before impact with the heavy bag. A sharp exhale of air would accompany the thunk of the taped fist against the bag. Again and again he would test the theories of the perfect punch, the secret behind the one hit knock out. Each time to cause the Heavy bag to rock backwards. Danial would have to "dance" around it to avoid the bag as it would come back before sending another punch at it from another angle.

His brown hair matted in sweat as he exercised. The effort of it though felt great though it was not as satisfying as sending a attack against a living opponent. If one could even call whoever stood in the ring with him that. No, prey was a better word. He was a hunter after all just like that bloody queen he had read in the news papers. There might be a match worth enjoyment.

Those that watched him could only guess at how DJ was even moving the Heavy bag like he was bigger muscle wise. Bulk was not needed after all from birth he had be diagnosed with rare condition in which the muscle fibers are seven times more dense then the average human. The condition alone was called myostatin-related muscle hypertropy. It granted him strength, nearly unrivaled strength that he honed through various arts, learning to control it.

Taking a break he would grab his towel and dab himself off before taking a gulp out of his water bottle as he looked around. His whole life had been turned into an undercover mission. Of course he had tagged a fair share of the newer riders as he climbed the ranks of the illegal air trek punks. His right hand would rest on his hip as he took the breather his predator-ial like eyes wondering if there was any thing hiding here, in plain site like he was. A storm rider off their A-T's and working out in a gym was not illegal after all.

It was not as if he would try to arrest them right in here anyway. As long as his own air trek was not on his feet he was technically off duty. The only thing he intended to do was find info maybe even create false ties of friendship furthering his clutches on the trophaeum as he ranked up.

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2 Re: Pound for pound on Sun Apr 22, 2012 2:10 pm

Occ- taking place two days before the Event

Grim parked his RV a little always from the gym in an open parking lot that was filling in pretty quickly. Grim shuffled through his RV, to the back where the bedroom, where his king sized bed was located on top set his black duffle bag. Grim made sure it had his usually matching black/silver jacket with his Team logo designed on the back, with black slacks, and mask on the bottom, his street clothes that of regular jeans, blue long sleeve shirt on top with sneakers, a towel, liquid soap, and other bathroom items in tow. Giving the bag a regular, Joe’s gym bag; not giving away that at the back side of the bag had a secret compartment that Grim had bought specifically for his A-T’s. That could only be opened if you had the key, which Gym had around his neck.


Once Grim had checked everything was in order in his duffle bag, he was out of the RV, meeting the Francisco sun. It’s been Grim’s third day since his been back in San Francisco since joining up with Ragnarök, why you might ask? Well training of course, Grim thought it would be best to train away from the team for a while until his skills and level had reach their own. So far Grim has done just that in a sense. A few nights ago, Grim had the lucky chance of meeting a Rider by the name of Ezekiel who helped Grim in a way that battling other Riders’ couldn’t. He taught Grim to be free in a sense. For a long time Grim has been holding back on himself when he rode in battles and such, only letting lose when faced against a powerful opponent but now Grim put it all on the line every single time.

But since Grim can’t battle or train every, single moment of his life; for the simple fact that his A-T’s would crumble under that much demand. Grim was here at the gym to work out his body, not to get big and bulky but to work on his cardio, and endurance; maybe even punch the punching bag a few times. Grim paid his fee at the desk, after exchanging some small pleasantries with the cutie at the desk. Grim went to the locker rooms’ placed his things inside, grabbing his hand towel out of the bag before locking it with the key the front desk cutie game him when he arrived. Grim came out of the men’s locker room in a black white beater, and black gym shorts with his towel around his neck. He came out just in time to see another young man finish his round on the punching bag, and went to grab some water. From the way he moved his must have had some training in hand to hand combat. Not from one of these fly by night, pay enough money to get your black belt. No serious, hand to hand, that is rarely taught now and days in martial art’s schools. Grim raised an eye brow at the young man, before going to his tread mill that was unoccupied and set it up for it to start it’s warm up process while Grim stretched to loosen up his muscles to get ready for the demand he was about to put on it.


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3 Re: Pound for pound on Sun Apr 22, 2012 4:23 pm

Danail eyed the platinum blond as he walked in, had he read a file or something on him, nah, he shook the thought out of his head as moved back to the heavy bag he had been working on. Steadying it into place he would step back before jumping, his body twisting as he brought his size ten and a half sneaker of his left foot into brazing contact with the bag his right foot kicking out spinning him faster as it made its own contact with the now spinning punching bag. His left foot would come across the bag again only instead of a graze that made the bag spin it sent the hundred and seventy pound heavy bag rocking back as Danial landed. His left hand would be up with the palm facing himself. This would change as the Heavy bag came back, the wrist of the taped hand would turn outward and slam heal first into the bag causing it to halt as it was before.

Boom seven-twenty, he had developed it long ago but it was a trick he could do even out of A-T's though in normal shoes the gashes the wheels of air trek would make was not seen, thee black streaks from the rubber burns from his shoes would be there as he started to brush these off. It was merely a show but as they say practice makes perfect. Finding the Heavy bag a bit boring he would head of to do jump ropes only to find that they were all taken. With a sigh he would grab his towel and water bottle and head over to the tread mills and the only other open one. Draping his towel over the machine and placing his water bottle in the holder as he stepped onto the machine he let out a sigh. Turning the machine on he would start of at a walk and well leave it at that.

"Such a pain."

Looking up at the T.V. in the corner. Its volume was shut off but the captions were on. His brown eyes reading what was on the screen. It was of course the news but the story it was talking of was that of the quote unquote blood queen and her most recent victim. That was the last thing he needed, a vigilante storm rider who did his job for him. If that was even the case. It could just be that the "blood queen" was just as bad as he was while on air treks, but if the stories where right and matched up with the currently redone file of the mystery attacker another sample of her blood could be found on the victim. Maybe this time he could get it traced with a DNA test. These were the thoughts that ran into his head as he tilted his head over to the silver haired guy next to him and nodding back to the T.V.,"Don't you think?"


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4 Re: Pound for pound on Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:32 pm

inutes Grim hit the treadmill at a five level pace a good warm up pace for Grim to keep up to while he spied on the brown haired fellow pounding away at the bag. Even through Grim was facing away from the person and the bag itself. Grim could still make out the difference between a punches and kicks of the youth. What stood out most wasn’t his speed, but the power he put forth with every blow. It was by far the strongest his every heard blow like that. Grim’s thoughts’ automatically went to another Rider, but as time passed Grim’s thoughts branched out to Fighter, maybe boxer, or something of that caliber, but as time passed Grim thought it over, and came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter. The person could be a rider, or a fighter, or an very angry person who just came to vent off some steam on the punching bag at the gym. Whatever the case was it didn’t matter to Grim, because Grim was over here, and he over there. Grim hit the red arrow button that indicated up three times, and got to eight. Hearing the machine turn and whine itself to meet’s it’s demand Grim got focus on the job at hand.


After going for three minutes at the treadmill completely zoned about the world around him, not thinking of anything really, Grim was brought back to reality by a phrase. Grim shook his head mentally as he turned to face where the voice was coming from, and on the treadmill next to him. It was the youth from before, the one that was hammering away at the punching bag. Grim took in the youths’ built, and away he moved on the treadmill, and noted it was the similar motion of that of Riding, but Grim thought he might have been reaching for something that wasn’t there. Grim followed the stranger’s head gesture to the screen of the Tv overhead, and read the caption that was going on about an vigilante Storm rider recap, and then off to weather. Grim shrugged to the stranger, ” I dunno, the person is must be doing some good right, better than the cops out there.” Grim commented not showing a bit of a sign that he was exhausted or fatigued.


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5 Re: Pound for pound on Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:16 pm

Better then the cops out their hmmm, how that line made him chuckle. Even cops have restrictions on how they can react to elements. Take Air Treks for example, they are basically powered roller skates thus basically an equivalent to the third level of force a normal officer could use. First level being presence, second being verbal command and with A-T, storm riders don't usually go with that. Hell even level three is restricted to the point that it does not include offensive moves such as punching, tackling, and choking. Level four was not quick enough though gas worked great in crowds. In fact it was not until one was allowed level five use of force that one could even begin to fight back, Stun guns and tasers, been bag guns, brutal hand to hand. That is the force granted Danial but the damage on the screen was even more uncontrolled. No when going up against a rider like that one might have to resort to the last level, level six, lethal force.

"True but at least with the cops you have a chance to be released and to fly again. That person, is dead to what he loves."


The words wear not to color coat things, it held truth to disguise his distaste for those who break the law and worse take the law into their own hands. He would have to find who was responsible and maybe they would join him. If not he would have to get rid of them. Simple as that.

Tapping the acceleration button twice he would start to get into a jog. as he continued his chat with the silver haired one. Living a double life was hard but it was the price for the perks on can get out of it.

"It's simply, like that."

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6 Re: Pound for pound on Sun Apr 22, 2012 11:46 pm

Grim thought of his words carefully, a lot of what Storm Riders do wasn’t common knowledge to the people. What most normal folks’ think the punks and thugs do on Air Treks, are vandalize, or steal with skates on their feet. Not knowing what really went on when the sun goes down, and the Storm Riders come out and dance in the moon lit world.

”What you say is true, but I like to see the world in many colors’ than black and white, and ask a lot of questions; for example what if the Thug didn’t deserve to fly like you phrased it. What if he was one of the ones that were giving all of them a bad name?” Grim shrugged as he jogged along. He was a bit winded now. He didn’t plan on rambling on like he did, and the effort drained him of his oxygen is body needs to keep up with the pace he was at on the treadmill.
Unlike before instead of zoning out, Grim’s thoughts lingered on this Rider, and how much attention she/ he was bring down on themselves. Grim made a mental note to keep watch of further information on this Rider, and dig a little bit more on them. Grim didn’t want to end up on that ones’ hit list.


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7 Re: Pound for pound on Mon Apr 23, 2012 6:17 pm

Danial Jex slowly decreases the speed of his machine. After all it was about time for him to leave, his muscles were already giving him that good burn, besides Danial had been here well over an hour before the platinum blond showed up. His feral brown eyes gazed at the still nameless man as he gave his reply as he stepped off of his machine with a smile," I will have to keep that in mind."

Towel and bottle in hand he would head off to the locker room area to shower and change. Before coming back out onto the gym floor in a satin red polo with a red and black pullover fleece that was unzipped to show off the shirt beneath. Black denim pants and shoes would finish the attire, giving him an appearance that he had an appointment somewhere. Tilting his head to re leave some pent up pressure he would raise a hand in the direction of the un-named acquaintance that had arrived in the RV. "See you around some time."

Boy wasn't the American language great. After all they had both gone a whole conversation without even asking for a name. Names were pointless after all when one brushed against strangers whom one might never see again.

OOC: Just a note i have not left the building yet.

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8 Re: Pound for pound on Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:49 am

Grim was keeping his eye on the stranger next to him, watching for any other signs that he might be an ally Rider, instead of an regular joe who just had an opinion of his own about the Rider’s menace, wither he was a Rider or not. The stranger left the Treadmill with his comment at keeping what Grim said in mind, and that was that. Grim nodded a goodbye and hit ten on the treadmill and kept at that speed for a good five minutes before it was getting hard to breath, than lowered the speed to that of a jog level, and after time a light jog. When Grim thought it was time for his little trip on the treadmill to come to an end he hit the number to a three and came to a walking level for his cool down. Sweat had collected on his shirt, and across his body, but Grim only focus his effort with the towel on his face, neck and arms before letting the towel drape across the railing.

When the cool down was done Grim stepped off taking his towel, and headed to the weights where he stayed lifting twenty five, and other weights until the brown head youth came out of the locker room saying his goodbye to Grim. Grim placed the weight down, ”Ya defiantly…?” Grim left the sentence hanging to let the stranger fill it in with a name.


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9 Re: Pound for pound on Tue Apr 24, 2012 9:52 am

The sentence left hanging would draw out Danial to reveal who and what he was after all why not. The silver haired one seemed like an average citizen. so he would tell, besides if the guy was a ride he would not be able to directly distinguish every day D.J. from the D-ranked rider that he was.

"Danial Jex, Special forces Air Trek Hunting Division."

With out waiting for a reply he would be heading for the door. After all, just giving his name to a civilian meant nothing, giving it to a storm rider, a little research would have given them the same knowledge. Looking back with a smile he would give just one last word of goodbye,"Catch you later."

Out side he would head for his bike. The rest of the day was ahead of him and well he was in the mood for tea. Swinging a leg over his red Honda XR 650R, modified for the street. Kick starting the engine on the first go he would whip the back tire around as spun, kicking up smoke. As the smoke cleared Danial Jex would be out of site from the window of the gym. Headed for a tea shop.

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10 Re: Pound for pound on Tue Apr 24, 2012 11:22 pm

Grim was left speechless, at how close he was in making an giant mistake in giving his name to an complete stranger. An Fucking SFH and Rider was working out in the same gym, sounds like a bad set up for a joke. Grim shook himself out of his stum, retracing how it came about, and somehow found himself in front of the punching bag that the Hunter, Danial was pounding on earlier. Grim’s fingers traced the streak marks that were the only tall tell signs of that Danial was even in the gym and not one of Grim’s imagination brought on by his little what…Grim couldn’t denied that what just happened. Grim eye’s drifted toward the exit/ enter of the Gym, and counted his blessing. Unlike Danial, Grim now knew who his prey was, in this cat and mouse game all Storm Riders, and SHF played.

Grim stepped back to the dumbells with a new focus on finding this Danail again, and seeing how much he could learn without getting himself in danger himself.

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11 Re: Pound for pound on Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:19 pm

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