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to feel the highwe've got to learn to flyA bead of sweat dropped from Ben's forehead onto the padded bench below him. He sprayed it down quickly with the sanitizer and wiped it. The gym had been relatively quiet today. It was a normal wednesday though, they were always slow. The only champion over hump day, when it came to gym attendance, was the dreaded monday at the start of every week. A couple regulars were there. They were the dedicated few who seemed to be built of discipline. The treadmill twins were there. They weren't actually twins, just two friends who seemed to only run on the treadmill. Well they would say they were running, Ben would call it Jogging or flirt walking. They wore the same makeup every day they came in and they would always be in skimpy spandex outfits. Ben wasn't complaining though he didnt mind having something "nice" to look at. Again, Ben was not one to define these "twins" as nice, there just wasn't a word that he could think of that seemed to suit what they were. Appealing perhaps? No that was not what they were, that was to positive in conotation. They were just women showing off their goods, bad or not it was the way things were. Ben hated when he found himself beginning to judge things. As he stared at the pair of women with their "personalities" out there for everyone to see he shook his head and tried to stop the judgments.'Just live for the moment, not bad, not good, it just is.' He repeated the mantra in his mind and felt his anxiety drift away. He returned to his calm, composed self and let his eyes rest where they went, no matter how any times they drifted to the buxom women bouncing on the treadmills. Another drop of sweat hit the bench that Ben was seated on. He wiped it off again and grabbed his towel, standing up. He checked the clock on the wall. Almost noon. 'O shit!' Ben thought. He quickly grabbed his towel and wiped his forehead off and chucked the now damp towel across the gym. It flew a couple feet before landing in the towel return. Ben had an appointment with a client at noon. They had won a contest that his boss had sponsored and gotten a day with a personal trainer. The gym Ben worked at 'Fit-nice' was a really expansive place for having such a small footprint. It had a great deal of machines for every muscle group as well as free weights. Most of the machines were not in use because of the lack of cliental on wednesday. There were also racquetball and basketball courts that went into the back of the building. the second floor was a spa with a full massage and sauna area. The top and final floor was filled with a large swimming pool. The common set of empty rooms for aerobics and spin classes were spotted throughout the facility. One of the rooms even had some poles in it for pole dance lessons.There were also a small set of locker rooms on each floor, with the main set being on the first floor. Ben ran into the nearest locker room, jumped in the shower as he threw his clothes over the railing. The icy cold water hit him as he turned it on. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" He shouted as he lept naked out of the shower. The other man in the locker room looked at him to see what was wrong, his hands stopped with a sock halfway on his foot. "Uhh sorry," Ben replied as he jumped back in the shower, this time prepared for the cold water. He quickly soaped up and rinsed off. As he jumped out of the shower he toweled off, the water still clung to his body as he missed most of it on is way to his locker.On his way over he failed to notice the benches between him and his locker and he stumbled over them. Lucky for him his sense of balance was extraordinary and his reflexes caught him in a horizontal pose. His one leg still up on the bench behind him. His other leg bent underneath him. Ben didnt even notice his trip as he fluidly recovered and continued on his way to his locker. Opening the locker he threw his towel over the top of the door. His belongings piled out onto the floor. Ben kicked his shirt up into the air and caught it. As he pulled it over his still moist body he kicked up his boxers, shorts, as well as deodarant in turn. He caught them each as he pulled his head through the top of the shirt. He continued his odd acrobatic way of dressing as the man in the locker room was frozen and staring at him again, this time the man was halfway through tying his shoes.Ben was hurrying to fast to get out into the gym again for his client to notice that he wasnt exactly doing things that were normal. He was catching things and proving his honed reflexes while carrying out one of the most mundane tasks he had ever done, getting dressed. As Ben shimmied into his boxers and shorts he put his deoderant on with his other hand and threw it back into his locker. His gym bag was unzipped on the floor and his Irenic costume was poking out. Ben didnt even notice as he kicked the bag up into the air and shoved it back into the locker. His deodarant, towel, soap, and dirty clothes soon followed as he slammed the locker closed. His clean socks still on the floor were the next thing to go on as he bumbled on his way to the door, once again he fell over a bench but his body caught him out of instinct. His movement torwards the door never slowed in what appeared to be a drunken stumble. In fact it was utterly controlled and no movement was wasted energy as Ben was running on cruise-control and not paying attention to his hightened sense of self. His shoes found thier way onto his feet as he passed through the locker room door and back into the open gym.The gym had not changed much in the very short time Ben had been in the locker room. A few people were still milling about. Was his client here already? Were they even going to be in shape? Who won the contest? Ben probably should've listened when his boss had told him what was going on.Ben approached the front desk, a few people were littered about. Was one of them the new client? Ben tapped on the counter and asked the young receptionist at the desk, "Hey did my 12 o'clock show up yet?"statuscompletetaggedcassadeeoutfitclickwords1130notesnoneTHIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

remember whenyou were a mad man thought you were batman?Cassadee felt happy to be back in the city. She hated the country, and there was nothing calming about it. She hated the fact that her foster parents had to take her on a trip because they happened to find blood on her shirt and they figured she may have killed someone—it was safe to say that after four weeks with the girl she didn’t show any murdering tendencies and finally bought her disgusting and embarrassing story that she had given them. It seemed like the city was happy to have Cassadee back too because the first day back she had won this contest out of the blue. She assumed it was because she was in the right place at the right time but really had no need for a personal trainer—though it would be fun to fuck with the dude’s mind flaunting some of her super strength as he (she assumed it’d be a guy) showed her the ropes of things she was already well aware of. It was for free, she really couldn’t complain. She did some research on the place she was going today at noon—it was called Fit-Nice, and it was pretty sweet. It wasn’t a big chain gym like LA fitness or something so it probably had a hometown feel to it. It had a lot of nice perks too, like a swimming pool, a sauna, a spa, and she saw something about stripper poles that she was confused about but she could always asked about it face to face with her trainer. ‘Hey, that’d be a nice birthday present for Jimmy.’ She couldn’t help but to think laughing aloud as she made her way to the gym. She was dressed in her gym clothes already while she brought her gym bag with her with two sets of clothing. Typical Cassadee clothes consisting of jeans, a regular bra, and a simple t-shirt, and her Skye costume including her mask buried deep within the bag. She never knew when she would need it so it was always safe to keep it on her person. No one would go through her bag anyway—and it wasn’t as if Skye was completely known as well as Justice or The Guardian Angel or something. She wasn’t there yet but one day hoped to be. As her feet brought her closer to the gym she eyed the time on her cellphone. She was going to be a little early, it wasn’t entirely a bad thing but Cassadee didn’t normally like seem eager to do anything. It just wasn’t her style. She was supposed to be a blasé type of chick, but she couldn’t help but to be a little thrilled to work out at a gym for once while making her personal trainer dumbfounded in the process.Walking through the door to the gym she walked to the counter with a grin on her face. “Hey, I’m Cassadee Skylar, I won that um… day with a personal trainer contest thing.” Her grin widened. She was still happy that she won something, even though it wasn’t really competitive, she was always happy to win. When she was told that her trainer was running a bit late she huffed a little. Apparently this guy needed to kick his game up a notch! “Alright, no worries I’ll just… be around.”She slipped away from the desk and walked around a little, unable to contain herself enough to sit down. When she was hyped up it was better to keep it up or she would grow lazy. She didn’t know how trainers were like here but if she did not feel like yelling at some guy who would yell at her for being lazy. For once in her existence she wanted to be nice enough and not start issues with people who upset her. It was actually pretty surprising but hey, there’s a time for everything, right? She took out her cellphone and texted someone random, out of boredom before she slipped the cellular device back into the pocket of her gym bag without look at the time. She pursed her lips and then turned to the desk to notice a blonde guy talk to the receptionist. The receptionist looked in Cassadee’s direction and she took the cue to walk back over to the counter. “Hey, I’m Cassadee.” The redhead held out her hand for her personal trainer for the day to shake. A smirk crept into her expression as she continued, “I hope you know that I’m a feminist. Therefore I hope you do not go easy on me just because I have breasts and a vagina.” She said seriously before she chuckled, “I’m… just fucking around. But seriously, let’s not be sexist here and just treat me like I’m one of your regulars. Like seriously, I belong to my own gym so let’s get to it blondie.” She walked forward not really sure where she was going but the nineteen years old really didn’t give a damn. Making her way to the main gym she looked around at the people who occupied it. It wasn’t as busy as she thought it would be. Then again, wasn’t the gym home town-y? She looked around at who she thought were the regulars. Mentally she nodded her head, they weren’t bad. They just seemed to be going on with their business.She did eye two women on the treadmills though. She couldn’t really tell but it looked as if they were wearing makeup. ‘Who the fuck wears makeup at a gym?’ Cassadee furrowed her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. Whatever, maybe the women who seemed to be dressed rather revealing at a gym wanted to pick up some meat head body builder. ‘All the power to them.’ Was the last thing Cassadee thought about them, before she turned to her trainer. “Um, you stay here, okay? I’m gonna put my bag in what I think is the locker room.” Before he could protest she ran around looking for the girl’s locker room. Within maybe five minutes she was back on the gym floor and standing in front of blondie. “Alrighty then! Let’s get to this, shall we?”TAGS: BEN! || NOTES: So it begins! || WORDS: 1035 || OUTFIT: here ♥thanks