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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2018 2:00:36 GMT -4
Red eyes stared coolly at the giant freak in front of him, blocking his way to the next rack.
”What the fuck did you just say?” the animal said, jabbing a Neanderthal finger into the American’s chest.
”I said you should probably stop with the screaming until you can do more than bitch weight without help.” the delinquent all but yawned in the guy’s face.
”You scrawny fuck, fine, you do it.” the animal barked, gesturing towards the bench press with the barbell situated on the rack with three plates each weighing 20.4kg each situated on either side of the barbell that weighed roughly the same. The plates were definitely moved in from somewhere else and had some wear and tear, so each one was likely at least one or two pounds lighter than it should have been. The entire setup was supposed to weigh almost 143kg, but it was more likely around 140 because the plates on each end of the bar weren’t in pristine condition and had chips on them from being tossed on the ground so much by careless meatheads.
”How much you wanna bet I get it all the way down and up with no spotter?” he responded with a cocky grin to the soldier, knowing he could definitely get some money off of this because the guy had just failed in doing reps on this even with a spotter likely taking four to seven kilos of weight off of it just by the presence of their hand and a slight pull to help. Doing that much weight without a spotter at all was significantly harder, because getting the weight off and on the rack was extremely difficult the more weight you put on.
”No quirks, either. You’re one of those U.A. kids, you all like to cheat doing that shit.”
”No quirks, either.” Alexander agreed readily, ”How’s twenty five thousand yen sound?” he added, amping up his tone to the cockiest possible in an attempt to drive the number even higher.
”How do I know you’re not cheating with your quirk, I don’t even know what it is.” the guy countered, still set on that ‘cheating’ business.
”If I show you my quirk and how to nullify it, would you go to fifty thousand yen?” the delinquent countered, the cocky grin on his face now threatening to split his face in two.
”Sure, if I knew for a fact you couldn’t use your quirk.”
”Okay, pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight.” Alexander ordered as he ripped matter from his own shadow and created tendril constructs that emanated from behind him before taking out his own phone and turning the flashlight on as well. ”Gimme your phone for a second.” he ordered, and once he had both phones he destroyed his shadow construct by shining both lights on the shadow behind him at once to get rid of the original shadow – thus eliminating the constructs that came from it. ”You’d definitely notice, but take out some phones and shine ‘em on the shadows and I can’t do shit. You down for that fifty thousand yen bet, then?” he commented, giving the soldier his phone back with his left hand and extending his right hand for a handshake that would seal the deal and give him a good chunk of change to buy some more Darkshine collectibles. There was a new limited edition figure that was going to go on sale next week, and he needed some cash in order to get that and complete the card set that he was halfway finished with.
”You got yourself a bet, kid.” the soldier shook the American’s hand and sealed his own fate in doing so. Alex wasn’t exactly what one might consider to be a very big guy, especially because the muscles he did have were hidden under the U.A. gym uniform he wore basically expressly for this purpose. He wasn’t even 73kg, and without being able to see his body composition it was easy to assume that he was just some nerd who had no strength in him. He was basically swindling the guy out of money, but he was being super obnoxious by mouth breathing at the volume of an engine and basically grunting across the room while doing weight that the delinquent knew he could do so he took the opportunity that he was granted.
A bit of a crowd had formed since the confrontation was basically in the middle of the gym, but Alex paid them no mind as the idiot he made the bet with got his buddies to turn on their flashlights and shine them over the bench. ”Fifty thousand yen bet that I can’t take this off the rack, do one full rep with the bar touching my chest, and put it back with no spotter.” he reiterated to the crowd as he stretched out his arms and turned his torso to crack his back as he walked at a leisurely pace towards the bench itself. Might as well put on a show while he was at it. As he got closer to the bench and really examined the weights, though, they were more chipped than he thought. The weight was probably actually closer to 136kg even though it was supposed to be 143kg.
”Hey buddy,” the American turned to the soldier he made the bet with before. ”How about we up the bet to sixty thousand total and I do two reps unassisted? Sound good? If I can only do one, then I lose and you get the entire bet.” he offered, his tone as patronizing as possible like he was talking to a child or a real idiot. He was more than happy to milk this entire situation for all it was worth as he theatrically turned around and sat down on the bench itself and kept his gaze on the guy as he stopped to consider. The delinquent could see the wheels in the soldier’s head turning, like he might have realized he was being swindled… but it was too late to back out, and if he tried he would look like a bitch in front of the entire gym and all of his buddies. He was basically backed into a corner even if he realized what had happened.
”Deal.” the guy ceded, and the American just nodded and leaned back until he was under the rack and started feeling out the bar as he decided what sort of grip he wanted to take for this one. He didn’t have anywhere close to sixty thousand yen to his name, so he had to win this bet or he was fucked. It was really as simple as that, so his grip and form had to be perfect here. He wouldn’t have come up with this stupid plan if he wasn’t insanely confident in himself, though, so he was more than happy to show just how perfect he could do it.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 4, 2018 14:24:21 GMT -4
It had been a simple enough day. Walk in, fight a douchebag, eat lunch, fight another douchebag, repeat. It was pretty much how her days in the military compound went. People just kept wanting to get a piece of her either here or there. It was kind of cute, really. Exhausting, too, if she were to be painfully honest. Then again she couldn't exactly complain - fighting experience was fighting experience, even if she had quite a bit of it already. She had fought thugs, rioters, police, villains, and now she had a few good rounds with trained military operatives under her belt. Honestly all that was left was a Pro Hero, but she figured if she had her way with Red Horn she'd be facing off against a licensed Pro Hero sooner rather than later. The thought was quite an exciting one.
Now, though, Jasmine had found herself in the gym, simply practicing with her own body weight. She had already worked up quite the sweat from all the warm-up routines she had gone through, resorting to going through Principal Kobayashi's training routine which she had memorized by this point. It was funny, really. A training regimen given to her to push her to her limits was now nothing more than a warm-up routine. Progress was a fleeting feeling, but she had to stay hungry and needed to keep on pushing to reach greater lengths. People like Maximillian wanted to call her a tryhard for it, but... well to be honest her being a 'tryhard' was half the reason the kid kept getting himself turned into garbage every single time he tried to square up against her.
Fucking moron.
Earphones firmly in place, Jasmine tuned out the world around her as she listened to the music thumping in her ears. The beat provided quite the good backdrop and a gave her a stable pace to work with as she stood in front of a punching bag. Getting into a stance, she began hopping on her feet. She rotated her neck, felt a few pops that made her moan quietly, and rolled her shoulders. Raising her hands to her face, she opened up. One strike. Two. Three. Lightning quick and with enough strength to make the chains that held the bag wheeze and whine in protest. She kept this up for a good ten minutes, going utterly HAM against the punching bag, quick exhales following each punch. Eventually she decided to incorporate a kick into her routine. A jumping roundhouse kick... which she unfortunately miscalculated the strength of. The resulting impact ended up utterly breaking the weak chains above and sent the bag flying a good five meters away before it slammed into a wall and fell to the ground.
Standing still, Jasmine breathed somewhat heavily as she watched the bag with some surprise in her eyes, a bead of sweat running down her temple. She noticed quite a few eyes on her, making her shrug and chuckle rather sheepishly, "Whoops?" She had miscalculated her own strength. Or rather... when the fuck was she able to do that without even trying? Christ, okay, this training regimen from their Principal worked fucking magic.
Before long Jasmine noticed that a little bit of a crowd had gathered in the very middle of the gym. Curious, she pulled out her earphones and approached, pushing her way past the many soldiers surrounding what looked to be a burly meathead of a soldier and... Alex? What the hell had her Arts Club member gotten himself into? She managed to hear the end of the exchange between Alex and the soldier and she had to admit, the kid was ballsy. Clearly the soldier looked like he could take the Yuuei student at his own game but the way Alex spun his words was quite... interesting. Almost like he was trying to swindle the guy out of his money. And while she wanted to see the end result of this exchange, Jasmine was nothing if not a party crasher.
"Boys, boys..." she began, smirking slyly as she took a step forward, hands folded below her sizeable chest to catch even more attention, "You're fighting for scraps here. How about I one up the both of you? One hundred thousand Yen from both of you each says I can do five reps with that exact weight, no spotter, no nothing... or are you afraid a poor little girl's going to outdo you?" That last part had gotten some very particular whistles from the crowd. With that sentence alone she had just won the bet. And, honestly? Jasmine had handled heavier weights than that. Even if she didn't look it, Kobayashi himself had said that Jasmine possessed a very deceptive kind of strength. She was fit - undeniably so, in fact - but her strength lie in the fact of exactly how potent her body was. This would be child's play.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2018 1:08:19 GMT -4
Jasmine coming in was a complication, and a huge one. The naked surprise and dismay on his face lasted for several seconds, and the soldier had picked up on that immediately. Her bet was five, and he knew damn well that she wouldn’t make that bet unless she knew she could do it. She was using his own fucking trick against him, and that was annoying as hell. Luckily for Alex, however, he was always quick to come up with a new plan when his initial one didn’t work. He just had to pivot the conversation away from one singular person getting all the winnings and convince the soldier, and then Jasmine would have to follow suit. The issue, of course, was convincing his original mark and then actually making sure he wasn’t the sucker in the end.
”How about this, since we have a new comer?” he started, voice smooth as silk. ”Let’s turn this into a tournament with a little twist. Let’s say a hundred thousand yen down, but only the loser pays out. First place gets two thirds, second place gets one third, and third place gets fucked.” he offered, gaze floating around the room. ”Surely you’re confident that you can beat one of us, right?” he offered, nakedly challenging the soldier who he had originally pinned as a mark. ”Same rules as before. No quirk usage. No spotter. Bar must touch chest. Unassisted reps only, and if you stall and need help that rep does not count. If there’s a tie, a five minute wait and then a pushup contest to failure will decide the winner. Sound good?”
”That girl’s one of yours, right? Some sort of strength quirk?”
”Nope! This girl’s quirk right here is explosions. Not really the most useful thing in picking things up.”
Luckily, the soldier seemed to accept this. The look of dismayed surprise on his face when Jasmine showed up was enough for him, it seemed like, to accept that whatever new complication the girl was that it wasn’t good for the delinquent.
”Fine, but I go first. Your max is two, or else you would have bet higher.” the soldier responded, a confident grin spreading across his face as he did so. ”So I just need to do three.” he concluded, his logic not really wrong.
This was a complication, and not a good one. Truth be told, Alex had no idea how many reps the guy could do. He just saw him struggling with it earlier and thought he could come in with an easy scam and walk away with a good chunk of change. Jasmine coming in complicated things severely, because he knew damn well he couldn’t beat her and made the mistake of not covering his surprise and dismay when she had originally entered the scene. The most he had ever done at this weight is three, and that was an abnormally good day for him. If this guy could also do three, even if the delinquent did do it he would be at a disadvantage because the soldier would have more rest time for the pushup competition.
Fucking hell.
”Fine. You go first, then me, and then Jaz.” the delinquent noted, voice back to detached and neutral.
The soldier had a grin that threatened to split his face in half as he went over to the bench and did roughly thirty seconds of adjusting his hands, feet, and body just right in order to pull the weight off the bar. He fucked up slightly and caught the weight for a second when he pulled it off the rack, which was good. It was wasted energy, which boded well for Alex not being forced to pay out a huge sum of money he absolutely did not have. The first rep was fast, which was the ideal. The less time holding up the weight meant that the energy that the guy did have was used efficiently and not wasted holding up a bar in ‘useless’ time. The second rep was noticeably shakier, and by the third rep it was clear the guy was straining. The son of a bitch stalled on number four, but powered through to clumsily re-rack the weight after he had managed to touch the bar to his chest to make it count.
Fucking hell.
The soldier got up with the grin returning to his face and gestured grandly for the delinquent to take his place on the bench. ”Hope you’re ready to pay up, kiddo.” he noted, giving a wink to Jasmine as he did so. ”Thanks for the save.”
Alex himself took a deep breath and sat down on the bench feeling the pressure. If he was last place, he was fucked. He didn’t have nearly enough money to cover this, and four was more than he had ever done before with this weight. Fucking hell. Most of the time, his bright ideas seemed to work out… but when they didn’t or were foiled by the dastardly forces of Class 1-A and other dastardly villains it usually ended up very bad for him.
He laid down on his back, though, and spent roughly the same thirty seconds adjusting every inch of his body until he had achieved what he thought to be the optimal position down to the millimeter. He would need it for this, because he had absolutely no faith that Jasmine would do less than four. The American lifted the bar off the rack perfectly without any hitching, which was absolutely fantastic. The weight was extremely heavy, being basically double his body weight. His first rep was slower than the soldier’s, mostly because the delinquent was always much more of a technique person who meticulously followed form even when it was to his own detriment out of muscle memory. Number two featured a sharp and very audible exhale and was a little bit faster, with his arms shaking a little bit at the end of it. The third one was a fucking struggle, with a stall on the way back up that lasted roughly five uncomfortable seconds before he finally powered through that wall with a guttural grunt of an exhale that was much noisier than the previous contestant.
The only reason he even tried for number four was because he was completely fucked if he didn’t at least match the soldier. His arms were very visibly shaking and his back was arched more prominently than the previous reps as he went down, and the bar stalled for another five seconds or so as he audibly struggled with getting the damned thing back up mightily. It did go back up, though, inch by excruciating inch. His first attempt to re-rack the weight failed, because he was unable to lift the bar enough to actually make it above the raised portion of the rack so it just banged noisily against the metal. Attempt number two, however, he managed to just barely get it over with his arms still shaking after a massive struggle.
The delinquent popped back up, clearly flustered, and went back to his previous spot without a word as he continuously rotated his shoulders in preparation for the pushup competition to come to get out any residual tightness in the muscles. He fully expected and was mentally prepared to get embarrassed by Jasmine doing some obscene number of reps next beyond the five she had said to flex on both of them or whatever, mostly because there was no way in hell she would raise the stakes so high unless she was confident she could smash both Alex and the soldier. It would make no sense, and it wasn’t a secret that the girl was probably the best pure fighter in the school for the moment. There were many who were flat out afraid of her, and from what the boy had heard about her combat style that fear wasn’t exactly unwarranted.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 9, 2018 21:10:35 GMT -4
Jaz didn't know what was more priceless. The reaction of the crowd that had gathered to her saying she'd one up both Alex and the meathead he was egging on, the meathead's utter confusion of the situation, or the sheer, dumbfounded dismay on Alex's normally smug face. Christ, the blonde lioness wished she could've been fast enough to pull her phone out of her pocket and snap a picture of it to blackmail him later. Chances like these were a dime a dozen and Jasmine had, unfortunately, lost her window of opportunity. Ah well, at the very least she could make fun of him later. Knowing her fellow American, the kid sure as shit wasn't going to live this one down easily, especially if Jaz decided to rub it in his face on a daily basis, which she was very much intending to do.
Well Alex didn't exactly run away, per se, but this was definitely a cheap cop-out. Alright, she'd let him have this one, then again this felt like he was signing his own death warrant. Honestly he should've just went with the original bet. In her mind Jaz hadn't even considered asking him for the one hundred thousand yet. She would've just told the soldier she'd collect the debt from him whenever in school and would've probably forgotten all about it. But then again he had to go ahead and set himself up to lose. Or, what, did he actually think he could out-do this guy? It wasn't outside the realm of possibility, but... huh. Quite the ballsy risk to take. Alright. Sure. She'd bite. If that's how they wanted to play it that was fine by her.
With a casual shrug, Jasmine remained standing as what'shisface went over to the bench. As he took an obnoxiously long to get ready, the blonde had begun trying to think of a name for him. Referring to him as a simple meathead seemed rude. And, well, redundant. Huh. Name... name... Oh! John. He looked like a John. Like the most basic type of John you'd see at the gym trying to seem better than everyone else when he really wasn't. Like the type of dude whose parents were too lazy to give him an actual name so they just came up with the most basic shit they could think of and threw at it at him hoping it'd stick. Fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it - enough, it stuck, so his parents didn't have many problems with that. John here, though? Fuck knows how John felt about it. His brain was probably too full of testosterone to give a damn about why his parents gave him the name they did. Or did they? Somewhere along the line Jasmine had forgotten that she was the one to give him that name. Ah, whatever. John was his name now. Private John Grills. Yup.
Lo and behold John finally decided to stop being a cuck and grabbed the bar. First one went down rather easily, second was pretty easy too. Oooooh he could feel the burn in the third one. Fourth one was a bit of a struggle but nothing too much to handle. He didn't go for the fifth one. Disappointing. Jasmine would've loved to see him choke trying to call her out. Ah well, maybe next time.
Thanks for the save.
"I've no idea what you're talking about," she said with another shrug, glancing at Alex. Man, some part of her had actually hoped he could walk the talk. He seemed fit enough.... even if the bar was probably twice his total weight. Well he was the one to issue the challenge in the first place so he was probably good to at least match the four that Mr. Grills over there managed to grunt and groan out, right? Oh man did she hope so. Otherwise she might've fucked good ol' Alex over here. Not that she minded, really. He could've just went with her original plan, even if he had no idea she had come up with it. Sucks to be him, I guess.
And there went that man. First one went down easy and it was quite obvious that Alex worked mostly with technique - his form was fucking flawless. Second one was alright, but Jaz could tell that moving on would be a struggle for her peer. This was proven with the third one, but he somehow managed. And then the fabled fourth one. Barely. Oh so barely. But it went down and, after one hell of a fight, finally touched down. Jaz had half the mind to help him out setting the damn thing down but she kept herself from it. Far be it for her to screw him over when he was trying so hard.
Alex walked past her without a word and honestly Jaz could barely suppress a chuckle. It was her turn, and as such she went down to the bench. The surface had been sweaty and disgusting as all heck but she didn't really mind it. She laid down, let her hands clasp the bar, and got herself comfortable. One quick exhale. Two. Three. The bar went up. It didn't linger in the air for two long as Jasmine lowered it to her chest, her breathing in rhythm as she lifted it back up at a reasonable pace and quite easily. Okay, but really now... how boring would it be if she were to just outright blitz both of them? It would certainly suck for Alex seeing as how he'd probably lose the push-up contest. Huh... alright. Screw it.
On the second one, Jaz begun gritting her teeth a little. It went down and then back up, yet it was clear that her slender yet quite muscular arms were shaking a little. Then the third. Her breathing had become a little heavy as it went down and then, eventually, after something of a struggle, went back up again. On the fourth one her back arched and she planted her feet firmly on the ground, centering herself. After a quiet groan and a little bit of a stall, she managed to lift it back up, letting it slam against the rack.
She exhaled sharply, seeming a little tired... then got up on her feet and grinned at the two, "Shit, sorry, looks like I needed to warm up a little before I could show you boys what's what. So... guess all three of us are due push-ups, huh?" If Jasmine had a are you treating me like I'm stupid? voice, this would've probably been it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 0:52:59 GMT -4
Well, this wasn’t the best thing to ever happen to him. Jaz had more trouble with her bench press than he expected, but that still didn’t change the fact that he was tied for last place and needed to ensure that he was not the last one by beating the soldier. It was possible that he underestimated the girl’s physical strength, and it was just rumored by weaklings who used their own lack of any physical ability as a baseline.
Well, with that done it seemed like there would be three rounds of pushups. His arms were still dead from the earlier run, but he pulled along briskly. ”Let’s do it this way. One at a time, the other two verifying that the chest hits the ground on the way down and the elbows hit a straight position on the way back up. If that doesn’t happen, the rep doesn’t count. I think it would be fair to go in order of who did the benching, with no time limit but any movement to sit or stand up or put the knees to the ground will be counted as you being finished. The longer you take, the longer the people after you have to rest.”
The soldier grinned and said something that the delinquent didn’t even pay attention to, a taunt probably before getting in position and doing his set of pushups. The man’s strategy was quite clear, to speed through a bunch of pushups in order to get it all over with as quickly as possible and try to make sure he never lost the initial high cadence to his reps in order to bust out more than he otherwise would be able to. He did his initial forty at lightning speed, but then faltered for a few moments before visibly and audibly straining in doing the next ten at a slower but still brisk pace. He then finished with two more pushups that required immense struggle before attempting his fifty-third one and collapsing to the ground and then conceding his turn by standing up.
Well, this was bad. For just maxing out a short time ago, fifty-two was a solid number. The truth of the matter was, while Alex had made great strides in this regard since coming to U.A. he was never exactly known as the endurance type of guy. Sure, he had improved, but fifty-two was a respectable number and he didn’t know if he could beat it… if he played fair, that is. Lucky for him, he made sure there was no time limit and that meant the only thing he was held back by was how long he was willing to make an absolute ass of himself. The fact of the matter was that he was absolutely willing to make as big of an ass of himself as he needed in order to ensure he wasn’t last, because the alternative was unthinkable.
He got down into position and then just started doing reps. Unlike the soldier, the delinquent did not explode upwards with each rep, nor did he do his reps quickly. He did each rep slowly and deliberately, focusing on form over speed. He was not in this to make a show of it or to prove how strong he was or how flashy he could be… he was in it to not be fucked over by his own arrogance and only in a position to dig himself out of the hole that he was in because he had slipped in a cheat code in the rules that let him do this for as long as he wanted. He was fifteen reps in, now, and his total time had already eclipsed the time it took for the soldier to do his fifty-two.
The pace did not change, either to get slower or faster. The pace was set intentionally slow so that it was easier in the beginning, and the time between reps would not lengthen noticeably until he was really exhausted. Since the entire process basically let himself shut off his brain as long as he kept rhythm but was monotonously boring as hell, his thoughts wandered pretty early on. Twenty-five in and he was already daydreaming about how great everything was going to be when everything finally clicked for him, when all of this training and all of this hard work would finally pay off.
Oh man, he could see it now. A big old stage at graduation, with the graduating class called out in order of ranking. He was first, obviously, first of all because this was his daydream and also because he would have long since vanquished his mortal foe and then fought back and forth with a couple of other top ranking hero candidates before reclaiming his spot in the last ranking to graduate as the top student at U.A. Now, who was on that stage with him rounding out the top ten? It was hard to tell this early on, but given what he knew now he had a good idea. He was now thirty-five pushups in and his pace was starting to slow enough to be noticed, his arms were aching but he willed his daydream to take up most of his active concentration so that he didn’t focus on the pain or the fact that his arms were starting to shake a bit now.
Yumi and Darren, of course, would be in the top ten. Naoru and Kutsu with their confidence built up and actually able to use their quirks to their full potential would be up there as well. That makes five 1-C students up there, and just the thought of five of them being in the top ten was enough to make the delinquent crack a smile that quickly threatened to split his face in two. Risaka would be up there too, if she ever managed to learn how to work with others and not be so self-centric. That made six from his class, but there were some students from other classes he couldn’t just ignore. Forty pushups now, his pace was continuing to slow and his arms were shaking even more than before.
Tetsuko would be up there, she was too much of a zealot to not will herself into that elite tier of students. Miku was another one from 1-B that would be up there, again she was too stubborn not to be. Someone needed to be the rock that kept that weakling Akio from getting sent to the hospital every time some random tried to snag a candy bar from the grocery store. The entrants from 1-A were obvious, and one of them was going after him in the pushup competition. Rin and Jaz would be up there, too, and would round out the top ten. He was now forty-eight pushups in, and he could visualize all of them on that stage. There was this giant crowd, all clapping and going absolutely batshit wild as Darkshine gave them all medals or something. It was his daydream, alright? Might as well throw everything he could in there!
By the time he made it to fifty, his pace had halved from his initial slow and deliberate speed to the point where it was almost absurd. His chest was still touching the ground and his elbows still went straight for every rep, though, even if he did take a few seconds to rest on the ground before the next rep. His knees never conceded defeat, so he was still in the game. The soldier was done with his entire set in approximately two minutes, give or take about thirty seconds. By the time he hit his fifty-first rep, Alex was probably around ten minutes and counting in time spent on ‘his turn’. At this glacial pace, using his advantages in form to waste as little energy as possible and the advantage he got from catching rest periods as needed in between reps, he was able to continue even though his arms were noticeably shaking and he had clearly past the point where any reasonable person would have stopped about two minutes ago. Still, he continued that pace through sheer stubbornness and force of will until a few minutes later when he had managed to push out a sixtieth rep and his arms finally collapsed. This resulting in a face plant to the ground which made his knees touch the ground, forfeiting his turn.
He legitimately did not have any feeling in either of his arms, and had to awkwardly get up mostly by generating force with his legs. He didn’t even look at the soldier or Jaz as he returned to his starting position, mostly because he was well aware of how he had abused the rules to get that high of a count and didn’t really consider it an accomplishment. There was probably some complaining during the time he spent doing his set, but he was so zoned out in that daydream that he didn’t even notice. He wasn’t last, and that was really all that mattered.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 15, 2018 9:39:13 GMT -4
"Right, right..." Jasmine said in between what sounded like a groan mixed with a low moan as she stretched her arms and rotated her shoulders, feeling her joints pop in all the right places. She looked no worse for wear after those four reps, and was really just waiting to see what would happen next. Alex seemed so gung-ho about it she wasn't even sure what they were doing there anymore. Why had she bothered? This decision didn't make a lick of sense. Firstly she wanted to earn a quick buck, maybe get Alex out of a situation he put himself in. Then she ended up forfeiting and playing along. Literally made no sense. Made she was just bored - she couldn't really tell you. But as the soldier did his push ups and then Alex started doing his, she had begun regretting this decision immensely.
They were just so fucking slow.
Well, okay, Private John Grills was pretty fast on the uptake. Something something the faster I get this over with the better. That wasn't necessarily a bad approach, but then again there were quite a few push-ups he needed to do, she figured. And just as she had thought the guy did forty something before giving in. Well, at least she stopped counting at forty. Then was Alex's turn, and boy did she have to resist rolling her eyes. He was taking so fucking long she thought she'd fall asleep. She sighed and sat back down on the bench, resting her head into an open palm, her arm supported with her elbow against her knee.
"Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three..." she counted silently, looking somewhat annoyed. Okay, now this was turning out to be a colossal waste of her time.
By the time Alex finished and face planted the floor the blonde lioness was pretty sure people would give her shit for being 'rested' if she just flat out won the competition. I mean, that's how the rules were set up. Being the third one, especially after the other American in the room took so fucking long to finish, meant that she had gotten the most rest and was probably able to do more than either of them. She sighed; what she was about to do was probably going to be seen as her showing off, but honestly she just didn't want to hear any bullshit from anyone. And don't even get her started on the whole you don't have to lean as far down because you have tits! thing. She swore she was going to break the nose of the douche who said that.
She got into position, readying herself. And yet... there was something monumentally different about how she approached this. Rather than doing the conventional push-up, she decided to do one-armed push ups. Her right was firmly placed on the ground while her left was behind her back. Thus, she began, up, then down. Up and down. Up and down. Her form was just right, her pace somewhere in the middle between how fast John was and how slow Alex was. Just an all around, well-paced performance with a decent amount of technique behind her routine.
This wasn't something new to Jaz, which was probably why it looked like she was going through this so easily. The meat of her own personal training routine, aside the one Principal Kobayashi had given her, was working with her own weight. Push-ups were naturally a part of that. She had done tens of thousands of them ever since she came to Yuuei. More, probably. She had lost count. Often she'd just not even bother counting. This time it was a competition, so she managed to hold what was likely an inaccurate count of push-ups in her mind as she went through them.
The moment she reached forty with her right, she went back up with a little more force, lifting her body up a bit more. Before she could descend to the ground she quickly switched arms. Her left was on the ground, right behind her back. Strength training was a beautiful thing.
When she finished forty with her left, she had built up a considerable amount of sweat. Her arms were shaking a little bit by this point, but she could have very likely kept going had she wanted to. Honestly by this point she just wanted to get her pay-out. Alex had gotten what he wanted - he didn't lose. And Jasmine? Well. She'd gotten some form of amusement out of it, she guessed.
Standing back up on her feet, she rotated her shoulders again, feeling some burn in her muscles that had become quite prominent after the short workout, "Well? Where's my money?" She asked, eyes directed right at John, a cheeky glint behind them.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2018 0:53:59 GMT -4
The goal of this entire scenario was done. He hadn’t lost, and that in and of itself was good enough for the American at this point. He wasn’t fucked, so he didn’t really care what happened after this. His arms felt like bags of stone attached to his torso, and every ounce of his earlier bravado was completely gone. He was really just done with this whole situation and wanted to leave, he didn’t even care about the money anymore. The delinquent had humiliated himself good and well today, so while he had not lost the victory was hollow and came at a cost that he wasn’t very happy with. The soldiers he would likely never see again, so he did not care for their scorn. They were insignificant as far as Alex was concerned, and he couldn’t care less what a bunch of randoms thought about him in this context. Jasmine, though, was a different animal. Like it or not, he was stuck with her being around for the next few years. Like it or not, he wouldn’t manage to avoid her forever. He had never seen it in action, but it wasn’t hard to get the gist of her quirk from others who had. Explosions. Big booms that generated light and huge bursts of kinetic energy that trashed her opponents. Even if his number one goal wasn’t to defeat Rin at the present, a quirk like that he didn’t really need to see in action to know it was pointless to train with her in combat. It was the type of quirk that he would lose to pretty thoroughly and would negate his ability to function well if they even teamed up due to that light generation. Darren and Yumi both wanted a crack at her, anyway, so hopefully that would occupy her attention for long enough for the American to slip through the cracks and steal that number one spot from right under her nose. He didn’t need to beat her to get the spot as number one, but he did need to beat Rin. Once he got it, he would have to work around the fact that his quirk was countered by the new #2 or hope that someone eventually beats her good and publicly so that the pressure to win against her becomes little to nonexistent. Those were problems that weren’t his just yet, though, because he still needed to do the hard part and get that top spot in the first place. Anything that came after that point, he would deal with once he got there. When Jasmine started the pushups, the delinquent didn’t even bother to keep a mental track of the number. Once she started doing them one handed, he knew she was done doing whatever she had been doing before in terms of sandbagging. This was about what he expected to begin with, for her to be significantly better than he was physically. Why wouldn’t she be? Someone like Darren had been training essentially his entire life to be a better fighter, and Jasmine was his bitter rival and if his classmate’s soreness on the topic was any indication… she likely has won at least one fight with Darren so far. Darren was an absolutely fantastic in his own right as a combatant, so that meant that Jaz was better. Skill like that didn’t come overnight, and the fact of the matter was that the delinquent never expected to catch up to someone with that much more experience than he did. He was a decent lifter, that was all good and well, but the fact of the matter was that he wasn’t anything special beyond in a normal gym being one of the strongest if not the strongest there despite his low body weight. By the time Jasmine got up, to be honest the American was zoned the fuck out and barely aware of what was happening. The soldier, though, was paying rapturous attention and immediately was on the backpedal when the girl turned to him for the money. “Well, uh, I need to get my wallet. I’ll be right back. I’ll be right out. I just need to go to the locker room real quick to get it.” He sputtered, holding his hands in front of him as he backed off and retreated back into the locker room if nobody stopped him. He was getting jeers from the other soldiers who had gathered to watch, losing to a woman and a teenager much scrawnier than he was. That wasn’t exactly the most awe-inspiring combination for any man in good standing to lose to, so it was an unfortunate situation for him. As for Alex, he was still just kinda standing there staring into space. It was entirely possible that he was simply wasting his time here, and in gyms like this in general he had just realized. He would never be able to overcome the enormous leads that someone like Jasmine had over him even over a span as large as three years. He had been working his ass off since coming to U.A. in June, and he was still nowhere close. He had to cheat, essentially, to even beat a quirkless human and the hotshot from 1-A was doing the exercises one handed in a cocky display of superiority over both of them. Matching physical strength for physical strength was not something that was ever going to happen, so maybe it was time for him to stop trying and focus on what he could make happen. His quirk was still his greatest weapon, but he had just kind of assumed that his body would raise up to par at some point. It seemed like he was wrong, and extremely so. Trying to shore up his body, at least like this, was not the way to go. Instead of shoring up weaknesses, he just needed to amplify his strengths until they got so overpowering that the weaknesses couldn’t be exploited. That was the way forward, he realized right then and there. Improving on your weakest areas was a trap, and it would never be the path to victory – the path to number one. It was the path of the follower, because that is all it made you. It made you chase people who were more naturally gifted and more technically experienced, and neither of those factors went down over time. He’d have to do something else if he wanted to make it, if he wanted to compete with someone as naturally gifted as this.
Ah well, this may have been the first... but it certainly wouldn't be the last time he got to match up against that natural talent with his own hard work and effort in some way, shape, or form. The showdown would happen at some point, it was inevitable... no matter how long he tried to delay it by being deliberately non-confrontational and ceding center stage to the blonde haired girl.
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Post by Keiran on Oct 22, 2018 20:30:10 GMT -4
Alex: 40 x 2 = 80 XP
Jas: 26 x 2 = 52 XP
Holy guacamole that's a lot of experience. Spend it wisely...unlike this ill-gotten money.
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