Enigma discussion

Working out; building strength, agility and stamina.

Just as she expected, Brielle was in the gym. Working her butt off and imagining the punching bag was Tori's face. Tori sighed and walked over to the dummies and started to mimic Brielle's jerky punches. She laughed to herself and gave the dummy one of her own punches. It flew across the room as she turned to see what Brielle made of that.

Growling, Brielle whipped around. "Go. Away. I am not in the mood for your narcissistic attitude." She snarled, ripping the gloves off her fists ferociously. Underneath, her knuckles were raw and bleeding from the pure force of her rage.

"So what? I don't care. Why can't I come here to practice? You think this whole place is yours, Mutant? Na-ah, it's not," Tori said, smirking at Brielle's reaction.

(I'll be leaving soon. Bye.)

((Bye:))

"Uh! You think you are so much better than us! I used to be human too," She growled, and tied her hair in a messy knot, strands falling everywhere.

(Back!)

"Did I say that? Oh, no. I don't recall doing so, you must be hearing things, Brielle," Tori smirked. "Which brings me to notice, you're really short-tempered. I mean, what kind of hot-headed freak would have shields for a power? You should swap with Amaryllis, she's kind and all. And you are totally good with flight. I mean, you're so hot-headed that your head is a hot air balloon." Tori laughed and picked another dummy to practice her kicks on.

Brielle sneered. "And what kind of assassin would go so low than to insult an enemy with hot headed freak?" Brielle flicked her hair and walked out of the gym. Tori sets her anger to full capacity, and she can't stand being near her. Every time, Brielle just wants to strangle the little bitch.

"Any," Tori sneered back. "And I'm not insulting you, I'm stating facts. I mean, look at you! Always glaring at me and calling me names and playing pranks on me...well, duh you're a hot-head." Tori kicked the dummy down with one strong blow and turned back to face Brielle. "Come on, Brielle. Admit it, darling, the radiation finally got into your head."

That did it. The one sentence reminded her of her mother, who had cancer and three tumours. Whipping around, she threw a hard direct punch into Tori's face and sneered as blood spurted out. "The only thing I'm admitting is that you're a bitch." She snarled.

Tori stumbled back, wiping her bleeding nose. Fine, she wanted to play dirty? Tori was totally fine with that. "What you're really going to admit is defeat, you little brat," Tori growled as she shoved Brielle backwards and into the punching-bags.

Brielle stumbled backwards, but put up her shield to protect her from further harm. Thinking back to Sully's words, Brielle turned and walked out of the room. She wasn't about to let her mother die because of some argument with a crazy-ass spy. Though she couldn't help the expression of satisfaction when Tori had stared unbelievably at the blood on her face as if she was immortal.

Tori gritted her teeth together as Brielle stalked out of the room. She clenched her fists and wiped the blood away from her face furiously. What was with her? The acting on getting angry, the acting on being shocked...why couldn't she feel anything, anyway? Why oh, why. She stiffed in irritation and left the room too.

Nathaniel was weight lifting. Currently he bench pressed 300lbs. He was up to thirteen lifts at the moment.

Faren walked in the gym and tied her hair in a pony tail getting ready.

Rose walked into the gym and looked around

Nathaniel reached 25 with the 300lbs weights and stopped. He saw Faren, and noticed her scarlet hair. It reminded him of fire, so he liked it.

Faren saw a guy looking at her and she winked. She went over to the treadmills and started to run.

Nathaniel saw her wink and smiled. He decided that the tredmills looked like a good workout right about now. He strode over to the one next to the new agent.

She smiled when he got on the treadmill beside her and she decided to challenge him. She ran a little faster.

He noticed, and increased the speed on his treadmill.

She noticed him increase speed so she went faster feeling her legs start to burn.

Nathaniel wasn't going to give up; he laughed and increased his speed to the highest setting, barely sweating.

She did the same but was breathing hard and she wasn't sweating.

Nathaniel lengthed his stride, making it easier to keep running. His legs started burning.

She looked over at him and her eyes traveled up him stopping at his lips and she tripped. She landed behind the treadmill on her butt.

Nathaniel tripped as well, and for the same reason. He however, landed on his back. "Ow." He said the first words between them. "You okay?"

She looked at him and started laughing."yes"

His face was serious for a moment. "Good."He said, beginning to laugh with her.

She stood up and held her hand out for him.

He took her hand and began pushing himself up off the floor.

"I'm Faren." She said looking at his lips again.

"Nathaniel, nice to meet you." He said, stretching to his full height of 6'1.

"...oh.." She said while blushing then looking down.

Nathaniel backed up a sec then leaned down, staying on eye level. "Hey there, I'm not that ugly, am I?" He asked cheerfully.

She mumbled."Far from ugly..."

He smirked. "Thanks, beautiful. So, when did you get signed up for this?" Nathaniel asked.

"Today actually." She smiled looking him in the eyes finally.

"Ah, I see. Today's actually my third day, so I can show you around, if you want." Nathaniel said, gray eyes gleaming. He stood up straight again.

"You know I'm not that short, right." She crossed her arms.

"Of course not, I'm just... I'd say, two or three inches taller." Nathaniel said in a friendly manner.

"Whatever..." She took her hair out of the ponytail and ran her hand through it to fix it. "So you can show me around."She smiled.

"Alrighty, then." Nathaniel said happily. "If you'll follow me..." He said, walking towards the door to the hallway.

She followed wanting to go outside put stayed with him.

He opened the door for her, ever the gentleman.

She didn't know why but she had the urge to touch him so when she went through the door she brushed up against him.

Nathaniel blushed when she brushed up against him, unable to retain his cool demeanor. He followed her into the hall. ((To the hall.))

((gtg))

((Bye))

((I'm back))

((WB, to the hall.))