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Post by --- Robbie Alix McGuire on Jun 9, 2009 20:52:13 GMT -5
Robbie didn't really have the money or the time for the gym, but it was one of those things he'd promised himself he wouldn't give up no matter how strapped for cash he got. He liked the work out too much and it wasn't like he kept his body looking good by just lifting crates and the odd dry wall, was it?
It was the first time he'd walked through the doors of Eleventh Street gym in about a week. He'd been busy constantly with work and when he wasn't working he was spending his time with Ivy. But, eventually, he'd been able to make a space for a work out in his busy schedule. Ivy was working and he was off until 7:30 at the bar.
As well as keeping him in shape and looking shexy, the other great thing was that he got a chance to thing while he worked out, with everything going on he was in desperate need of a little space and time to think everything that was going on over. Ivy was pregnant and he had no idea what to do about it, he'd been avoiding the subject and all areas around it as much as he could but he knew he couldn't ignore it forever, she was going to get big sooner or later.
He walked out of the locker room and headed for the weights room. He'd been for a run before he got there so he didn't need to warm up before he started.
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Post by <~~Christian Price~~> on Jun 11, 2009 22:07:55 GMT -5
Sighing Christian walked into the building he was not there to work out unlike most of the people that were there at the moment his dad had sent him unfortunately. He was meant to scope out where to put there next add, he really hated doing things like this if it was his business he would have less cheap of advertisement. After all in a gym that was hardly the place to say hey get yourself be heard but he was just the right hand man he shrugged as he walked in one of the men recognized him. Getting taken around for a tour of the fabulous gym he shoved his hands in his pockets the whole time and walked, he wanted to be left alone for at least a few minutes so well, he ditched. Closing the door behind him as he sneakily got away from it all he slid down the wall letting out a deep breath and putting his hands behind his head.
Noticing someone else was there he decided to get himself up and introduce himself, after all this person could of just told them where he was but he would rather not. "I am sorry if I interrupted anything" he said shoving his hands in his pocket and looking around for a moment at the room it seemed big. "Just trying to get away from the boring 'where should be plaster the next lame advertisement' " Christian woudl of loved to say he was kidding. He was not though, that was the reason he was there after all they just wanted him to pick a spot and be done with it or at least that was how he looked at it. The people who ran the gym though wanted his father to invest more in it and by suckering up to the son they figured it would be easy. [/size]
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Post by --- Robbie Alix McGuire on Jun 11, 2009 23:14:28 GMT -5
Robbie looked up when someone started to talk to him and frowned when he heard what the guy was saying. What Robbie would do to get a job where he could be bored doing anything, he was always working his ass off from stopping fights at the pub, lifting huge appliances when he was helping someone with their house, he didn't stop and he probablly got paid less than half of what this whiney guy did for triple the work.
"Oh yeah? Poor unfortunat you, eh?" he grumbled in his think Irish twang with a shake of his head. Okay, Robbie wasn't really the nicest, most polite guy you could bump into, especially when you were interupting his work out but that was just how he was and how he always had been. Then again, it would have been much worse if he knew who the guy interupting him was. Ivy's first kids father.
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Post by <~~Christian Price~~> on Jun 15, 2009 0:59:54 GMT -5
Hearing the comment he was just trying to be polite sighing he just shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around the room, it was rather hard to be around someone who made him feel awkward. "I'm sorry if I came off like that" his voice was soft as his eyes wondered the walls not even looking at the guy. He felt bad, who had looked like the snob of a rich son, apparently Christian had just came off perfectly as it which really made him feel bad. What was he thinking, this guy just wanted to be left alone and this guy could probably beat him into the ground if chosen. Rather he was joking about the whole thing and in honesty if he could of taken it back he would off but there was really nothing he could say.
Christian blamed himself for making things awkward but what the hell was he suppose to do to make it any better, there was nothing he could say. Regret was something he felt at the moment but he felt like he might as well leave the guy alone, these walls seemed so bare and he knew advertisements could not help it. A part of him was curious, if he could convince his father to get up and coming artists to come in and just paint this place with all the things that inspired people. That was something he thought woudl be fantastic, that could brighten up any sort of room especially one like this made even give these people some sort of sound systems. Christian was no singer but he knew to make any scene or any of that right for acting, music was key.
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Post by --- Robbie Alix McGuire on Jun 21, 2009 12:23:57 GMT -5
Robbie was grouchy at the best of times and he wasn't all that nice to people he met just randomly, not unless that were slim, blond, wearing a dress and had boobs. But that was Robbie for you, it wasn't all that surprising though, from looking at him. He just oozed that 'piss off, tough guy' ora that was quite intimidating. Still, since he'd shacked up with Ivy, he had been growing a bit of a conscience and a little nicer, he just forgot it sometimes. "Nah, I'm just having a bad day." it was the closest thing to an appology anyone was ever going to get out of Robbie, it wasn't all that often he actally said the S word, only on special occasions, namly when he had really messed something up.
Rob put down his weight once his set was done and scratched the back of his head. What did this guy really expect him to say anyway? "What are you supposed to be advertising in this shit hole anyway?" yes, so so polite Robert. Oh well, at least he was making some effort to be at least civil to the random guy. It was something he had promised to work on, being nice. He knew being a scary, jerk of a guy wasn't the way to go around as a dad. Which he was going to be soon. Still a scary thought but he tried not to think of it that way.
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