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[Marcelis Cross]

I realized how hard it is to give a damn

But you can't blame a guy for trying...

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**Sweat dripped meticulous on the ground as straining arms was keeping the young lion's upper torso above the ground. He was holding this position due to training purposes, but anyone in the gym called this what it was. Punishment. He was out all night, again. His mentor, of course knew of this even though Mars went through extra precautions not to get caught. Mars thought he was scott free as well, his caregiver was quiet for about half a week, until he spoke about staying at the gym all weekend. He made up something like he was bringing over a lady-friend he he would like to impress her. Mars of course accepted the terms even some pocket money as icing on the cake, his deception was now complete... And his punishment soon began. And now here we are, on a Saturday and most of his body is half way broken. Of course this was hidden behind the guise of "listen to him for the whole weekend. If you do not, you know the consequences..." Marcelis, now with the lactic acid building up to a pain beyond a threshold that could be even considered tolerable. Hell, the hundred and fifty pounds on his back wasn't making things better for him. Mars was told that average men could hold the pose for more than 10 minutes... And of course as cocky Marcelis could possibly be, he refused to to do no less. He was seven minutes in and he wanted to die. Stupid him, he was set up for the beginning. His Ego stroked just enough to feel that he could do anything. Be anything, but all to today he is being is a chump. Through his pain he was able to speak out trying to get Orion's attention.

"H-Hey... Let me k-know what's my t-time?"

**He heard a grunt coming from behind him as light steps started to tap slowly one...two.. th-four, five six... seven? Did he hear eight taps? Or seven? He couldn't truly focus on them. He thought he was on the last minute but three!? He felt his arms buckle as he straighten them a bit. Funny that something was forgotten as panic appeared on his face awaiting judgement. Well, to explain, he was actually holding this for actually twenty minutes due to Orion saying "again" when his shoulders lowered from a certain height. Shitty rules I know, but he could have just quit, just give in and understand that he was...Weak? He wasn't going to accept that and this is why he is in a jail of his own design. More beads of sweat dropped on the ground, but one drop of salted water went into his eye. Just one more thing to piss him off about this. He was getting angry... And funny to that he was able to keep his cool relatively long up to this point. More Shaking from his shoulders and the locking of his elbows was not helping, more a hindrance really. He shut his eyes as he began to curse at himself out loud... Enough to not here the front door open to a new arrival.

'How long has it been... I mean fuck, I know two minutes at least went by... Goddamn it, Why the hell am I even doing this!?'

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[Cereza Nova Grey]

{Marcelis Cross } {The Lion and the Rabbit}

'It's our problem free. Philosophy. Hakuna Matata.'
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Knock Me Out

-- Footfalls, one after another fell against the pavement as Cereza jogged her way towards Orion's Belt. It had been a few days since she graced the gym but she was busy. Even in her time away however she remained vigilant in her training. Maybe not always to the full extent of what Orion put her through but point was she still trained right? At least she didn't really slack off unlike some people she was sure had. Her hair was pushed back in a messy bun with just a few small strains dangling about in the front. She wore a clever tank top like she occasionally did when headed towards his gym. Simple spandex capri's, black sneakers and her trademark white knuckle gloves with the red trimming completed her attire.

-- Music echoed in her ears like fuel to keep pushing forward. She liked to run and made a point to do so at least once or maybe even twice a day. She usually found a way to fit it in her schedule. There was the easy way to Orion's and the hard way or rather the long way. Twist and turns and the occasional obstacle, that was the path she took. Why? Simple it added to her training. It was a small challenge that she enjoyed. Just up ahead was her destination and her jog steadily decreased once she was near. Swinging the small weighted backpack from behind her she shifted threw pulling out a bottle of Powerade. Taking a swig she placed it back in her bag and removed a small towel to wipe her brow before placing that back too and opening the door.

-- Even over her music she could her the bodies hitting the mats. The fist and feet colliding with their respective bags or targets. Grunts and shouts. She was greeted by those that noticed her whom weren't too busy with their activities however thought she greeted them back her eyes became focused on the visage of the infamous troublemaker Mars. A smile twisted on her face as she knew that punishment all too well. He only had himself to blame. She wondered what he did this time. Smile turned to a devious grin as a thought crossed her mind while she walked over to Orion.

"Orion. You got a new bench?! Let me try it out."

-- She made sure her voice was heard loud and clear for Mars. Her intent was evident. Orion smirked and chuckled while Cereza walked passed him to the already struggling teen. She could hear Marcelis protesting already. It was a natural reaction she expected but his complaining nor pleading was not going to stop her course of action. As soon as she got near him she plopped herself on his back which already held ten pounds more than her own weight. Let's not forget there was a ten pound weight in her backpack she still had on. There was no doubt he was going to crumble and once he did, Orion would let out a laugh.

"Hmm... Seems a bit lumpy and structurally unsound. You should take it back.... It also makes these weird noises Oooh~ Mars I didn't see you there.. How are you?"

-- Sarcasm. Salt to the wound. She looked down at him all the still situated on his back. This was the norm between these them.

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[Marcelis Cross]

I realized how hard it is to give a damn

But you can't blame a guy for trying...

☼

**Beyond cursing like a sailor for the last minute, he was feeling some type of new hope that he could finally complete this... This was it, the final hurdle. The last mile, outlasting this and he could consider himself at least... Average? No above average, enough that anyone who would think to do what he was going would seem crazy and not possible in their minds. But he done it... Not crazy, not impossible for him. Mars almost felt relaxed enough to let his arms lax a little bit, maybe he would show off a bit with a push-up if he could muster it. But all that was dashed when he heard a certain voice address Orion that was standing by. He hated her but loved her like a sister, they kind of grew up here in this gym, where he started to learn boxing and other forms of combat to increase his knowledge that much more. She was always mischievous... And today no different as she spoke a line about having a new bench and wanted to try it out. A bench? Sit... No no no no... She can't she won't! But she shall and he knew damn she knew he was in terrible pain. His arms were visibly shaking and his sweat was a dead on giveaway for the hard knocks he was going through. But she didn't care, He couldn't see her face but he knew that the face would be twisted into a beautiful grin,,,

"No... no nono... Not now, please... You... you bit--"

**He felt the weight added to him like a piano dropping from the penthouse floor suite. His arms buckled, like melting ice support beams. He whipped his arms out to not have his elbows turned in on a nasty way. But the silliest thing he did was actually turning his face towards the floor mat slamming his face into the soft-enough cushion. It didn't really hurt his nose but the comical position could be duly noted. From his face down position he heard Orion's laugh, haughty and big, matching his stature to a tee. Grunting trying to get all the weight on his shoulder blades off he spoke outright enough for Cereza could heard him.

"Well... Its not to see you Cer, mind getting your big ass off of me?"

**It could be considered an insult due to woman always cautious about their weight. But she was never a 'girl' in Mars' eyes. And he mostly treated her like one of the guys, enough not to offend her when it was something that could come off as truly sexist or directly disrespectful to her. And to what he cares to admit, she did have an ass on her. Maybe its the way her hips are... He couldn't pinpoint it, but since such object is causing him some discomfort, he had no real reason to give it a compliment right now.

NOTES: Ha! you gots a big ol asssssss lol ☼ TAGS:Cereza Nova Grey

☼ Menma

[Cereza Nova Grey]

{Marcelis Cross } {The Lion and The Rabbit}

'It's our problem free. Philosophy. Hakuna Matata.'
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-- It was mean of her that much was true, but how could she resist such an opportune moment? It just wasn't possible; wasn't natural to pass it up. Mars and Cereza always had there little tit for tat spats with one another. It's what made their 'friendship' what it was. It wouldn't be the same any other way. Orion shook his head at the pair as Cereza snickered at her broken benches plight.

"You sound jealous."

-- Purposely she wiggled on his back, mushing him into the ground for good measure. She sure did have an asset on her much in part due to her heritage and continuous working out. She held no shame in it. Mars would feel a hand at the back of his head messing up his glorious locks before lifting herself off and giving him some space.

"So what did he do this time?"

"What doesn't he do?"

"True."

-- Orion would walk over and grab the weights off Mars back like they were a simple stack of paper.

"You get a rest period then the two of you hit the mat. We're not done Mars. We have to get reacquainted every once in awhile it seems."

-- The man smiled as he causally strolled away from the pair. Cereza watched then settled back on Mars shifting the weighted back off her back and onto the ground where she crouched in front of him.

"Life lesson one 'listen to what Orion tells you'. So what did you do now Mars?"

-- The first half was spoken in a mock of Orion's voice as she handed over an extra water bottle.

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[Marcelis Cross]

I realized how hard it is to give a damn

But you can't blame a guy for trying...

☼

**The female teen sitting on his back made him think about it for a second. Jealously? HA, he couldn't believe it, he wouldn't accept it and possibly he would like to poke it, deflate it to a size that would be less appealing and funny to look at. The very thought made him snicker into the mat as she started to rub in even deeper, his second was over. A soft groan came out after their little chat and for Orion mercifully removing the weight from his back. With his head a mess from little miss sunshine, she asked a question as he finally was able to turn his face towards her resting his right cheek on the ground as a bottle of water appeared in his view. That was a good question. He knew by now this was a punishment that he was stupidly gloated into participating. After the last seconds, he started to question his existence and then question what happened to get himself into this mess. After running out of all lanes he assumed that Orion could use as reasons, he knew that he would just said what he done while he being punished. And then it hit him like a sledgehammer to the... Back? As he propped himself up and quickly rolled to his back grabbing the water with his right hand.

"Mr. Cross found out that I was sneaking out... He must have. He baited me to go to the gym for the weekend. Probably doesn't even have a date, to teach me a lesson. Shit... My arms feels like they are not even attached... And he wants me to get on the mat with you? Would you beat on a man with no arms?"

**His eyes were made larger than usual and his mouth pouted as he tried to emulate a sad cartoon dog/puppy. Maybe he trying to appeal to her better nature. His muscles didn't have a true rest since yesterday. He kept the face going long enough he burst out, laughing into his hand. After stopping he spoke again this time, a little more serious.

"And I am not doing anything stupid, I just want to earn some extra pocket money is that too much to ask for?"

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☼ Menma

[Cereza Nova Grey]

{Marcelis Cross } {The Lion and The Rabbit}

'It's our problem free. Philosophy. Hakuna Matata.'
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"You're actually surprised that he found you were sneaking out; ducking out of your responsibilities? Seriously Mars, even if Mr. Cross didn't Orion would've. It's a rarity to get things passed him, but when you do count it as an achievement... Then pray he never finds out otherwise. Actually I think that's life lesson number one."

-- Cereza mused on the thought momentarily. It truly was amazing how Orion just knew things. It's like he had a sixth sense or something. It was almost hard to lie to him because he would just call bullshit. However Cereza still danced with her words with the man and often enough it worked. Maybe she was just better at structuring her words and hiding her facial expressions than Mars was. As far as Mr. Cross went she only knew of him mostly through the telling's of Marcelis. She met the man briefly a few times but not enough to truly asset him. Though best thing she could gather was considering he was a mind type it would never be an easy feat to slip something past him without him eventually noticing.

"If the man was you, yes."

-- She said with a small tilt of her head to the left. She heard his seriousness but dismissed it for now.

"Don't misjudge that for meaning you're something special. I'm just saying if it was you I would."

-- A quick winking smirk flashed as she settled into a seated position still across from him. One leg out another slightly bent in with her hands behind her for support. She looked off towards others training against a punching bag as she absentmindedly answered him.

"Probably not. Always go plus right? Knowing you you're always doing something partially stupid to get yourself in trouble somehow. Remember go plus not minus years off your life sentence."

-- Was that an indirect way of Cereza caring about his safety? Caring about whether he died or not? Telling him not to die? Honestly she was one to talk with the risk she took as Jinx - to which he doesn't know about. But she couldn't help the thrill at times. Whatever the case the serious moment would quickly pass by as Cereza dumped a sarcastic remark while getting up.

"Well as long as you're not whoring yourself you should be fine. Don't do something strange for some change. Though if you are going the whore route remember you gotta pay your pimp and I'll be waiting for my cut. Or you'll catch this back hand."

-- She tried to give him a stern look with her back hand raised but faltered a little with a smirk that was holding back her laugh. Cereza walked away from Mars still trying to contain the laughter allowing it only as a small snicker as she approached a punching bag hanging not too far from them and began stretching in front of it. She figured she'd warm up a bit while she waited on his rest period, though she was certain he'd follow especially after that comment.

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[Marcelis Cross]

I am rubber, you are glue...

Words bounce off me and stick on to you!

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**Actually that was the thing, he didn't understand how Cross knew, or for how long he did know. Maybe he knew from day one, allowing him to keep doing it until he deemed unsafe or otherwise. He took in all that she said, considering his situation and then hearing Orion's run-on almost-considered-but-not joke of his "Life Lessons." Some of Orion could be comical at times, other times he just seems to pick on something to work and deem it a life lesson to learn from. Which he tend to do for ALL of his training shenanigans he puts him and Cereza through. Under his breath he mouthed off his disdain with words that were pretty gibberish to anyone truly listening. At this point, he looked up at her with a blank face from his question being answered. Enough time he spent with Cereza, Marcelis knew that he would expect from her. Rather taken seriously or otherwise she was just that type of girl. They were good friends but sometimes, he tends to question their relationship... Silently of course. Maybe off the feeling that he doesn't know if they are truly friends or he himself is someone that she just deals with from time to time. At times she could be considered... Jaded or called aloof, but at that point he could only think of himself in that same position. As she answered his other question followed up by the end of it... Marcelis could find himself where he stands with her... as only in confusion. He shook his head as he looked at her get up and walk away from him. He too got up but with maximum effort not able to use his arms and most of his upper body. The weight off his back almost had him feel he could jump out of the gym. He felt light, but that could have been the dizziness he was just getting over. He was trailing her as he followed and spoke to her.

"You... My pimp? You would be the worse. Your expectations are too much and wouldn't even give me benefits dammit."

**He saw started stretching front of the bag as he walked to the other side of the bag, he rested his right shoulder on the bag, when she started to hit it, the resistance would hold from his body. He stood there looking at her for a bit before he spoke again. He was admiring for what she was, a woman. She didn't look like a normal teen age girl. Well, what can be considered normal nowadays? Something in the water? Genes? Who knows, but she was attractive and all put together. She spoke like she knew more than she was putting on, which made her more mysterious than anything. He knew a few people in this gym, grown men wanted her... Minus Orion, he wouldn't have that shit going on either way. Marcelis' eyes trailed off as she stood up as she finally spoke again.

"Look... I wasn't doing anything stupid really. Just taking in the city. I am not from here, I have to know what is what before I do anything. I mean L.A... City of Angels? And Hollywood, where talent is made and can make it. I rather see for myself what this city is truly about... The belly of it ya know?"

**He never had the opportunity to get around often ever since Cross took him in. His family just left him like he was garbage that were suppose to be picked up in front of the house. He felt alone, even with them, so going off about anything he wanted to do, he would do it alone. He didn't want to rely on Cross or anyone. Acquiring the skills, preparing to be on his own was the best bet he could think of. Alone, he could find his place and even in the dark of the city he would make his own place... And to fuck up on his own if he needed to.

'That was careless of me. I need to watch myself more, I can't have mistakes like this in the future...'

NOTES: What we talked about, will happen in my next post. ☼ TAGS:Cereza Nova Grey

☼ Menma

[Cereza Nova Grey]

{Marcelis Cross } {The Lion and The Rabbit}

'It's our problem free. Philosophy.
Hakuna Matata.'
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"Hm."

-- It was the most simplistic of answers Cereza could ever give to Mars, yet for some reason a complicated one. Why? It was just a sound. How could there be any complications behind it? Because it was Cereza and at times the most simplist response could hide so much more than what was given. For example what did that 'hm' mean exactly? What was she not saying? What was she possibly implying? This was the state of confusion Cereza knew she often placed on Mars. Making him overthink things. It was amusing. Mars enjoyed challenging and expanding his mind. He enjoyed puzzles. Whether he knew it or not he had the biggest jigsaw puzzle right before him. Trying to piece this one together was going to take 'maximum effort' to accomplish if it was even possible. After all somehow someway there is always that one missing piece that stops the puzzle from being completed.

-- Rhythmically her fist hit the bag. The sweet melody of the pattern played and shifted like a changing wind. Gloved hands kissed the leather over and over as she zoned into a semi focused disposition. Mars's prescence wasn't without notice since he was giving resistance to the bag but she wouldn't notice him looking at her. Jab, jab, cross ended her small warm up in order to provide Mars with a response. Those gray hues glanced over her 'friend' for a moment considering deflecting everything instead she would indulge.

"The city of angels with a  population of sinners.. So you want to find the belly of the beast and do what Mars? Gut it? I hope you have a damn good knife. Right now you seemed to be tiptoeing on the edge of the rabbit hole. Are you truly ready to jump down and explore or are you just gonna sit back and ponder?"

-- Her words were cryptic yet understandable. Still there seemed to be words left unsaid or hidden within. She was curious about the young lion's pride. Was it as strong as his dragon talons?

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