A New Star! - Blaise and Asuka Wakahisa

[CyanDimitrik]

It's been a crazy month for Blaise; in his personal life, anyway. In his career as a professional wrestler, not much has changed. He still loves it, he still gives it his best every night he's in the ring, and the promoters are still fairly convinced they're partaking in something akin to assisted suicide. But outside of all that, Blaise has been meeting quite a few people - other wrestlers, in particular, from a different federation. He knows his federation and LAW are very close geographically, and he takes advantage of that fact as often as possible. But it's getting to a point where he's beginning to suspect there's an implant in his head that draws their roster to him.

'Oh crap, am I the Highlander? Are they Highlanders? Awesome.'

The stray thought sees a grin plastered on his youthful face as he lifts the barbell. Bulk training isn't really his thing, but being able to lift dudes is important. So while he doesn't intend to stay long on the bench, it's where he's plastered now. In fact, he's currently wearing his wrestling gear - royal blue trunks with black tribal markings, and a pair of boots to match.

Thinking on it, his interactions with the ladies of LAW has been a wholly positive one. Well, Erin's kind of a punk, but he feels like a manic bipolar person if he tries to determine once and for all to be mad at her. It's just not in his blood! And she has those moments where she's not a jerk. And even still, given he's met... what, five? Six girls from that federation, and only one has given him flak? That's a pretty good track record.

With a strained grunt, the teen plops the bar on its rack and lets his toned arms flop and dangle to the sides. Bright blue eyes settle on the skylights above, taking a moment to breathe. It's quiet here this late. To his knowledge, he's by himself. That's a pretty good time to work out. His trainer would disagree and insist public shame is a strong motivator, but Blaise has yet to experience any such thing.

[Lark]

Every day is a new challenge. She had read that somewhere, at least she thought she had. It had become something of a mantra for her, a casual line she threw out often so much so it had lost most of its meaning. She really thought she understood what it meant, new possibilities and experiences every day. A chance to learn and grow at every turn, it suited her well. It wasn't until she had finally left home and the safety net was gone that it really started to take on a new meaning for her. Left to her own devices, with no looming siblings to prod at her or drive her to be better, it was hard getting out to the gym to train. She could at home sitting around all day watching broadcast programming, and on some level she'd be happy with that, in the moment.. That was the challenge. To stay motivated, to beat back all of those hollow things that distracted and pulled you away from what you wanted.

That still didn't make her overly enthused about being in the gym tonight. She had struggled with the want to relax for a day or get her blood pumping for most of the afternoon before finally caving, and heading out. Granted, she had already wasted the day, but now that she was here she could say she had done the right thing and sleep a bit better. She had been jogging the small track that circled the general fitness area along the inside edge of the gym for a good twenty or so minutes. Just enough to work up a healthy sweat, she wasn't looking to smash any records tonight. She was taking her cooldown lap nice and slow, arms up, hands behind her head, controlled breathing.

She was dressed for the occasion. A gold tank top made of smooth waterproof material, both the straps of the article of clothing as well as what was visible of her sports bra under it were a crisp black. She wore her top tucked into a pair black yoga shorts, nothing fancy, just ease and comfort. At her wrists were gold colored sweat bands with a start printed onto the. She had made liberal use of them in her god, even now wiping off forehead as she speed walked her last lap. Her sneakers with fully white, bright gold colored socks bunched up around her ankles. She had tired her hair back into a ponytail, as she often did. The hair band also a matching gold color. She seemingly had a thing for bright yellows. Overall she looked rather modest, she wasn't trying to impress anyone alone in the gym. That would be silly.

She hadn't nary a soul besides her and someone who had been doing some lifting. She hadn't given him much thought. She was use to being approached by guys while at the gym back home. She normally found it pretty annoying, especially when they were just looking to hit on her. Normally she wouldn't mind, but when she was looking less then her best, drenched with sweat and disheveled from a full day at the gym, that was not the time to tell her how pretty her eyes were. A bit of tact, gentlemen please. Tonight she had taken it easy. Just a jog, maybe some time on one of the weight presses. Nothing serious. As she had made her final lap, it seemed the other person in the gym had just finished up as well. If they were going to be late night gym buddies she figured she might as well say hello. It would be awkward if they both bumped into each other on the way out after having been ignoring one another up until this point.

Asuka strode up to where Blaise had been, throwing wide a wave to catch his attention even if he wasn't looking her way. As she approached she plopped herself down on a bench beside the one he had claimed, still breathing a bit hard from her run. "Hey there." She wagged a small finger at him, lightly chastising him. "You know, you should really get a spotter if you're going to be lifting like that. Safety first, ya'know?" She had a warm welcoming smile despite the somewhat criticizing message. She gave him a small two finger salute and a wink. "That tidbit was free, after that I'm going to have to charge you 150 yen a pop."

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise has been described in many colorful, even derogatory terms; "oblivious" was not a rare thing to hear. He'd come to believe he was entirely on his own. All it took was the sound of a some steps to fill the silence, otherwise occupied only by his own breathing, to clue him in. His head slowly rotates to the side, spotting a dark-haired, attractive girl about his age approaching with a wave. A small smile takes his features, and he raises a hand with a few haphazardly-splayed fingers in perhaps the laziest wave ever.

"Yo."

Her critique isn't something he'd never heard before. She was right, of course. But it's not cool to just agree with her. "Psshh," he playfully scoffs. "I'm one of those yankees. We're impetuous, y'know. Die young, leave a pretty corpse." The previously-waved hand adjusts into a finger-gun, the thumb 'cocking' with a wink.

Finally, Blaise props himself up on his elbows, achieving at least some level of evenness with the girl. She's still at a higher angle than him, granted. "Name's Blaise. What's yours?"

[Lark]

She slipped her her hands through her hair, fingers pulling her bangs back from her eyes. Still, her black locks had a way of drooping back down despite ehr best efforts. "I can't say I've really seen a pretty corpse, I'm a cold on the thought." She cracked a big doofy grin, one of the most genuine looks the girl likely ever sported. She blinked as she was face to face with a finger pistol, thumb coked and ready to fire. Oh no! She held up her hands in mock surrender, sitting up a straighter. "Don't shoot, I'm unarmed."

She chuckled softly as her arms lowered, stretching them out behind her to prop up a gentle lean. "Wakahisa Asuka." She gave a firm nod, idly kicking one of her legs out to dangle as she spoke. "Asuka is fine though. Nice to meet you, before you evolve into your pretty corpse phase."

[CyanDimitrik]

Asuka's reaction gets a blink of those big blue eyes. She's cute. She's a looker, too. Even with being sweaty and disheveled, she's that attractive kind of disheveled. He attempts to take a secretive look over her, to assess her more fully without putting the poor thing on high alert.

"Truce, then," he concludes as he lowers the finger-gun.

Now sitting up fully, he draws a wrist along his brow to clear a bit of the sweat he'd accumulated in his workout. "Nice to meet'cha, Asuka. And don't worry. When I become a pretty corpse, I'm sure there's a pasty, beaver-toothed headcase out there with a nine-mile-stare who'd totally obsess over me. Or a werewolf."

Wait. Reference joke, Japan, girl's Japanese.

"Hang on, do you get Twilight? Did Twilight happen in Japan?"

[Lark]

"Truce" She gave a small nod. She didn't seem to pick up on any looks he was trying to throw her way, her own eyes were idly roaming the gym, only really focusing on him when they were exchanging words. She was polite if nothing else. She raised a brow as he spoke, whatever reference he had been making soared so far out of her head it might has well sprouted wings and crashed through the skylight above.

While Twilight was in fact a thing in Japan, she had never read them or seen the movies. The intricacies of the plot or lack thereof were lost on her. Still, she persisted in being accommodating to the conversation with a simply nodding and smiling as his attempts at humor fell flat enough they left an impression on the floor. "Hm? Get Twilight?"

Her brow furrowed as she poured over what he could be talking about and coming up empty. "I know what werewolves are?" She offered in an attempt to be helpful, shrugging her shoulders with a small smile. It was something at least.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise watches her, his ears filled with the wartime-era shriek of a missile as his joke descended into a fiery, unsatisfying demise. Rather than an explosion, the final impact sounds off in a resigned sigh: "Hahhh..."

"Anyway, that's a lot've yellow," he mentions, motioning a hand towards her attire. "And I'm going on just a hunch here - y'know, intuiting the situation," he continues, helpfully/facetiously indicating with a tap of his index finger to his temple, "but would yellow happen to be your favorite color?"

[Lark]

She tilted her head, ponytail bobbing to the side. Her eyes drift down to look over herself. She was sporting a whole lot of her usual colors, he had her there. It was a good guess on his part, though a bit obvious. She smirked as her matching eyes slipped back to meet his accompanied by a soft pleasant smile. "Close, though I may be cheating a bit here. I don't have a favorite per se."

She sat upright, arms folding loosely as she brought a hand to stroke her chin as she slipped into the guise of a pseudo intellectual for a moment. Eyes pointed upward in a moment of reflection. "Actually, I find myself drawn to autumn colors. I find their warm earthy tones to be quite soothing to the eyes." ...She held a long the pose and the silence for a long moment before she glanced sidelong at Blaise, trying not to laugh VERY hard. She even had put on the snobby voice for it. Where was her Oscar? Anyone?

"Pfftt heh!" She tried to hold it in anyhow. Unapologetic she had a good laugh at herself, finding it funny regardless of his reaction. She sunk back sitting more casually, gripping the edge of the bench as she kicked her feet.

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise made the mistake of taking her completely seriously at that moment - even the pose she'd assumed! She had his rapt attention, eyes firmly affixed to her face in anticipation. He was strung along, only for the grand reveal to be what seemed to him a crack in a facade! He'd been had!

"Psshh!," he scoffs, leaning back from her to play it off. Why no, she didn't have him going at all! "Well, for what it's worth," begins Blaise, "it's a good color on ya. Really brings out your eyes."

"In fact..."

It's coming.

"...You've got pretty eyes!"

That happened. It may be inescapable for the poor girl, at any gym she happens to go to.

[Lark]

As she peeked over at him, she knew. Regardless of how he tried to play it off, she had got him. Heck, she had even convinced herself and she was the mastermind behind the show. She grinned wide, giving him a knowing look he couldn't escape no matter how cool he tried to play it. "Thanks! I do where it pretty well..."

Don't...

Don't you say it...

He said it.

Asuka leaning in giving Blaise a squint, lips pouting a bit as she was judging him. She looked cute in her mock annoyance. Leaning back as she folded her arms to really dig that look into him hard as she gave it from down the bridge of her nose. "Thanks." She said rather flatly, though she managed to still keep her lighthearted air about her. For her show of disapproval, she didn't seem to be taking it as a slight.