Post by Jack McCarthy on May 12, 2015 7:59:18 GMT -6
Ok, so maybe the events of the truth or dare event might have been weighing just a little bit on his mind. Namely how much the tall. Blond Amazon woman –Or at least he thought it was a woman- She was certainly stacked like some kind a body builder seemed to be slowly phrasing out Jack, well ok, maybe that last point wasn’t exactly true. Lux even told him that Jack had nothing whatsoever to worry about, and like most things that had managed to sooth Jack nicely so, Jack didn’t have as strong feelings as he did.
But that didn’t stop him from attending the gym
What? He just happened to have the urge to beef himself up…totally out of the blue, nothing. Whatsoever .
Nope. he just happened have the need to turn himself into a muscle bound bad ass who knew so much fighting shit that he could shove his entire fist into someone chest temple of doom of style and show it to them before they died, that’ll show everyone he's not to fuck with him!
Of course, that unfortunately required actual real work …Urg…WHY?! But if it was going to turn his hands into lethal weapons then so be it.
So this is how Jack found himself in the training room dressed in a tight fitting dirty t-shirt he just lift up from his floor that morning trying in vain to lift quite a tiny weight for quite a long time. Frantically gasping with the strain like it was the heaviest weight in the world. Eventually Jack gave up, thinking he needing to change tactics he suddenly changed to the pull up bars, it looked easy enough. Jack looked at it from afar psyching up before taking a running jump and catching the bars and tried to pull himself up.
…It turned out it wasn’t as easy as it looked. “Onneeee….” Jack’s felt like his arms were about to pull himself up failing miserably several times his face contorting in quite a comical expressions like he was being tortured and letting out tiny little high pitched squeaks like a mouse. “Come on..come on…eye of the tiger…Onnnnnee…”
But that didn’t stop him from attending the gym
What? He just happened to have the urge to beef himself up…totally out of the blue, nothing. Whatsoever .
Nope. he just happened have the need to turn himself into a muscle bound bad ass who knew so much fighting shit that he could shove his entire fist into someone chest temple of doom of style and show it to them before they died, that’ll show everyone he's not to fuck with him!
Of course, that unfortunately required actual real work …Urg…WHY?! But if it was going to turn his hands into lethal weapons then so be it.
So this is how Jack found himself in the training room dressed in a tight fitting dirty t-shirt he just lift up from his floor that morning trying in vain to lift quite a tiny weight for quite a long time. Frantically gasping with the strain like it was the heaviest weight in the world. Eventually Jack gave up, thinking he needing to change tactics he suddenly changed to the pull up bars, it looked easy enough. Jack looked at it from afar psyching up before taking a running jump and catching the bars and tried to pull himself up.
…It turned out it wasn’t as easy as it looked. “Onneeee….” Jack’s felt like his arms were about to pull himself up failing miserably several times his face contorting in quite a comical expressions like he was being tortured and letting out tiny little high pitched squeaks like a mouse. “Come on..come on…eye of the tiger…Onnnnnee…”