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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 3, 2010 18:28:21 GMT -5
He swung around the bar a few times, let go, caught the other, spun around that one, and then finally let go again and landed, perfect planted dismount with his arms raised eight or nine feet from the bars.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 3, 2010 18:49:10 GMT -5
"Unf."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 3, 2010 18:54:06 GMT -5
Adrian wandered over to the water bottle and took a long drink. He hadn't even broken a sweat.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 3, 2010 20:01:51 GMT -5
Which was unfortunate for Adrien, who would have fawned over him for it.
"Um, Adrian?" he began hopefully, chewing his lip.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 3, 2010 20:25:50 GMT -5
"Yes?"
There was a large ball in the corner; he carried it over.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 3, 2010 20:29:55 GMT -5
"Unh. Nevermind."
Adrian was't done with his exercise, and would probably merely laugh good-naturedly if Adrien asked...
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 3, 2010 20:50:19 GMT -5
"No, I'm listening."
As he said this, he braced the ball with one hand and bent over it very carefully, pressing the hand more and more against the ball, until he suddenly seemed to almost swoop aloft again, his body rising up behind his head and the arm against the ball fully extended.
He was balancing on one hand on a ball.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 3, 2010 20:57:16 GMT -5
"It's stupid. Just never mind it."
He was starting to look uneasy.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 3, 2010 21:01:28 GMT -5
"Adrien, really, it's fine."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 3, 2010 21:19:34 GMT -5
"Adrian - please stop doing - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 3, 2010 21:27:30 GMT -5
"I've been falling behind in my routine. I could use a refresher."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 3, 2010 21:31:29 GMT -5
"But you're terrifying!"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 3, 2010 21:47:21 GMT -5
"Adrien, please, you're distract-"
He switched to his right hand, faltered, and almost immediately fell.
"God damn it-"
The ball rolled away, and so did Adrian, hitting the ground shoulder-first and turning it into a somersault to keep his momentum flowing, ending on his knees and just barely gasping.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 3, 2010 21:52:39 GMT -5
There was a little strangled scream from Adrien as this happened. If Adrian was barely winded, Adrien was gasping and nearly hyperventilating, going, "Oh god - I can't watch this! I can't watch!" and turning his face into the wall, trying to get a hold of himself.
He had seen it, Adrian crashing to the ground, and - horrible things - imagined them but couldn't get them out of his mind, and watching him was torture because these things were there just because the slightest possibility was there -
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 3, 2010 21:57:25 GMT -5
Adrian hurried over to him.
"Adrien-"
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