"SAYS WHO?"

Nikki Ward | 25 | Personal Trainer WOODSTOCKRPG FC: Kalel Muse/Mun 21+

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forrestlysander:

“Oh. I thought you didn’t understand me. I’m always really surprised when you get what I’m saying.” Forrest admitted to the blonde. “So, would you make me do yoga if I paid for it? I feel like it should be reverse.” He inquired as he stepped aside a little so that people wouldn’t be so awkwardly blocked by him. He always made a good obstacle. “What do I look like?” He sounded offended but he didn’t have any reason to be, he really was not a mother with young children. He waited, thought about it and figured that he could at least boast to Feyre that he’d went out of his way to tr to something.”Alright. Yeah, I’ll go but the minute I have to do some downward facing dog, I’m going home.”

“I mean-” The blonde started, running her fingers across the top of her head to get some hair from her face “-You techncally don’t have to go to yoga if you paid for it, but then what’s the point in paying for yoga if you don’t go. Then I’d force you to go. Just so you didn’t waste your money.” She laughed, moving a hand over her eyes to block the sun from invading them. “You look like a ripped dude who doesn’t need Yoga, but does it because it’ll be the fourth fake date we’ve gone on. Definitely not like a mom though.” When he said he’d go, she bounced, her wide smile showing how excited she way. “Oh come on, it’s a basic yoga move.” She paused. “Forrest Lysander in the downward dog would be a sight to see.” 

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lola--g:

Despite the stifling heat, Lola was out for her morning jog. Her legs and arms were moving on automatic, her breath regular, if a bit strained. She was nearly halfway through, and could feel her body slowing. She pushed through, however, delighting in watching people enjoying the warm day in the park. Her mind settled into a meditative state - it was these moments of peace, of a silenced mind that kept Lola running, despite her sore shins and uncaught breath. 

A voice advertising a fitness class, however, brought Lola back to the reality of worldly responsibility. She pondered the idea of the class, mentally calculating how many papers she still had to grade and how long taking the dog out would take. Once again, her mind was in a jumble.The mental math stopped, however, at the small act of rudeness. She pulled out a headphone and jogged over to the woman handing out fliers. 

“I hate to intrude, but that was really strange! I’m so sorry that happened!” 

Nikki blew out a breath after having walked over to pick up the flyer. She smoothed it out the best she could, tucking it under the rest of the stack. A Brunette around her age had jogged up, apologizing for what had just transpired. “Oh thanks. I appreciate it, but also don’t worry about it?” She offered a smile to the kind stranger who had taken time out of her day to check in on her and make her feel better over the minor mishap. 

“That’s very kind of you though.” Shrugging, Nikki held the flyer’s close to her chest. “To be honest, we get a lot of those people at the gym, advertising classes and having them think that we think they’re out of shape and need it.” Another shrug. “I’m Nikki by the way.” 

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forrestlysander:

Forrest watched her, a little amused by her reaction when he popped out of seemingly nowhere. For someone so tall, he went largely unnoticed when he wanted to. Which was often as of late, but he knew how to be heard, too. “I’m not a cop, I definitely meant take a hit out on her but, I could also do a citizen’s arrest, I guess. We’re allowed to do those.” He said like the name itself wasn’t enough to clarify that. He took the flier and then read it, glanced back at her afterwards. “I don’t know if I’m up for a round of yoga, I don’t think I’ve ever willingly done it.”

“I know that. That’s why I said that littering was a minor offence and definitely not something hit worthy.” She grinned at him, even though she felt the overwhelming desire to apologize for her bad humor. So bad in fact, that she had to explain herself. “Anyways.” Nikki continued on, handing off a flyer to a passer by. “You don’t have to do yoga. It’s a free session, most people will leave after the fitness routine, or join before Yoga starts. It’s very popular among moms with young kids.” She eyed him up and down. “You don’t look like a mom with young kids.” It was said teasingly, a little grin following to let him know. “But also, like, don’t feel the need to say yes either, I don’t want to force you. It’s not a big deal if you don’t want too, but please say something so I stop talking.” 

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forrestlysander:

Forrest knew her by the sound of her voice and he thought that might be weird, but he’d heard that his other senses would become sharper as time went on. Even mildly so. Forrest watched the act happen and thought maybe, he could have told the woman off. He almost did too, but chose not to because he really didn’t want to terrify anyone, let alone Nikki.

“I have to say, I’m all about you trying to help people but there are just some that can’t be saved.” Forrest told her as he walked up to her. He smiled a little bit at her. “So, what do you say? Want me to get her?” He joked.

Nikki hadn’t noticed that Forrest had seen the minor altercation that had just happened, so she jumped when he heard his voice. Turning, eyes wide, hand over her heart, she looked to him. “Jesus, you scared me.” An airy laugh followed before she took a breath. “What?” It took her a moment to get his joke, but when she did, she instantly smiled and smacked his arm playfully. “No, it’s alright. I think littering is a minor offence anyways.” Another giggle came before she handed him a flyer. “Are you interested? Could always use someone to set the bar in the group.” 

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sergeward:

Serge knew that this would be the worst part, having to tell Nikki something that wasn’t even true and then suffer the consequences. He tried to remind himself how badly Lucian needed this and that he had promised to help him out. He figured when this was all over, he’d tell her the truth, explain that he’d done it for someone who needed this. His family would rely on the money and in truth, he knew his friend deserved it. “I do know him! We’ve been friends for a little over a year, Nikki. I know it was stupid but it’s not a stranger.”

He groaned. His mother would metaphorically kill him, she might even cry. He remembered how sad she was over Nikki’s loss of a possibly husband, how she feared the same for Serge. To learn that he had been married without telling her, he knew she’d be crushed. If not outright angry. “Nikki, I’m sorry. I was going to get divorced and forget it even happened but we talked and I want to give it a shot. That’s why I’m telling you.”

“I know it’s not an ideal relationship but I don’t want what you want. I don’t even know what I want half the time. What’s the point if I don’t even try though? Can you at least meet him and then pass judgement after? I’ll talk to Mom.”

Nikki heard what her older brother was saying, but wasn’t too keen on listening to him. There was a part of her that knew her getting upset was unwarranted. She should be happy for him, congratulating him on a marriage. Especially on him wanting to stick with it after he had gotten married while drunk. She wanted to be happy for him, but the motions surging through her were more overpowering than her want to be sane about the whole thing. 

Sucking in a breath, she hastily wiped at the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. She was embarrassed at not being able to hold them back in front of a shop full of people, and was pissed at Serge even more for doing this to her right here, right now. 

“You never know what you want.” She muttered, fingers perched under her eyes to catch the falling tears. The artist spoke up then, letting her know that she was just about done. Nikki nodded to let him know she had heard him, and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “Why didn’t you tell me? You tell me everything.” The thought of meeting his husband made her stomach knot up. He had known this guy a year, and she had never seen him. Did that make her a horrible sister? Or blind to everyone but herself. “I bet he’s right outside, so you can spring that on me too, while I’m trapped here.” 

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j-holliday:

He chuckled, his chin dipping low against his collar as he realized she was joking. “So – cute, but bad at jokes. Oh, the humanity,” he said, wilting toward the end with a hand over his heart.

“What is it you do for work?” he asked her. He tried not to make this a scouting thing, but god – girl was thin and gorgeous and sweet in the mouth to boot. It really was so predatory, his thought process until he shut it off. No jokes, no remarks, and no asking. “I think I’ve seen you around before. In the park, right? Sometimes I go there to think when things get a little heavy. By the way, I’m sure you’re very not boring. And I’m well aware of what you might look like ‘exciting.’ For the last fifteen years my job has been sizing up girls just like you.” Making them mine. “I own the club, uh, A Bad Romance.”

Nikki puffed up, like a little bird fluffing up their feathers. She never was good at joking or teasing, she knew that. Even Serge had to take a second look at a joke he made, and he grew up with her dry sense of humor. She had also noted the ‘cute’ comment, which had her metaphorical feathers ruffling. “I’ve got better jokes...” 

“I work as a personal trainer as my main job. I do other odds and ends at the gym. Teach classes.” She nodded, crossing her arms over her chest as he spoke. “I sometimes teach free yoga classes in the park. Yoga is expensive, but I think everyone should be able to do it. Align your chi’s and chakra’s.” 

What he had said next intrigued her. It wasn’t normal every day conversation, but seeing as he was the owner of a cub, maybe it was, to him. “I can’t say I’ve ever been in it. I’ve passed by, but-” She shrugged, thinking about a club filled with girls just like him. “Wait. Are you thinking of me in skimpy outfits?” She smirked, turning her body slightly away from him. 

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benjyprince:

As soon as he finished making breakfast for her daughter, Ben was out of the door for his morning jog. His store didn’t have to be open at Sundays so Ben tried to squish as much activities and errands in the day but exercising had always been the first one on his list. After circling around the block he lived in a couple of times, he decided that it was time for some fresh scenery and maybe run to a couple of familiar faces just to have his daily dose of human interaction. 

Ben immediately spotted Nikki and as he jogged towards her, Ben had to witness what a woman did to the flyer Nikki handed out. It left a bad taste in his mouth and he knew that Nikki probably felt the same. “She should’ve at least returned it or put it in a recycle bin,” he commented between gasps for air when he finally stopped in his tracks. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there. I just have to do a few errands first.”

Nikki let out a puff of breath that rustled her bangs when Ben came into sight. “You’d think so. But-” She shrugged, shaking her head. “Health means nothing in the morning.” A giggle left her lips, looking at Ben, noting how he looked and sounded. Of course he’d been jogging, she had told him to keep it up during their training sessions. “Stop canceling our sessions, sounds like you need some cardio training.” She pat his chest with a grin. “Kidding of course.” 

It was nice to see that someone was going to be there, especially a familiar face. “Don’t worry, you have a few more hours. Get your daughter to come too.” 

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kyraganesh:

Kyra had taken time off her lunch to go outside for a little walk. She often went from her home to work, and vice versa, not able to enjoy the nice weather on most days. Her eyes ran over the park; various animals that wandered about, the passersby and then, a familiar voice. Kyra turned and noticed the blonde that seemed to be going off on a person who’d thrown something on the ground. 

It took Kyra a moment to notice said paper was a flyer. “People are fucking assholes.” The brunette said as she plucked the crumbled up paper and opened it up. “Oh….” She punched, scrunching up her nose. “Is this a free class or something you have to pay for?”

“Kyra!” The blonde said in a chirpy voice, turning to face her friend. “Boy am I glad to see a friendly face around here. Most people have been nice, but you can just tell they’d rather not talk to anyone this early.” She smiled at her, nodding in agreement. “They can be. I don’t think they had their coffee this morning. But of course it’s free. It’s like a promotional thing? Get you into a class out in the park, get you talking about the gym, get new people. You know.” Nikki smiled, handing over a fresh flyer. “You and Serge should come, even if just for the Yoga part. If not, at least you can have a flyer up at the shop.” 

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“I have a lighter, okay? We get some hairspray, make some flamethrowers.” ((because this is something i can't imagine him not saying at some point. Maybe revenge plot!? I don't know ignore my muggle ass))

Nikki sat for a moment, saying nothing, but thinking everything. The thoughts rolled around in her head, thinking of ways to make his plan work, but also not get arrested. Flame throwers with hairspray and lighters sounded more like her brother, Serge’s, thing. But-

“No.” She said suddenly, laughing at her own absurdity of even thinking that was a good idea. “If I set anything on fire, my hippie mother is going to hunt me down. Plus, I wouldn’t do good in jail.” 

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@j-holliday

Nikki was in absolute shock. Her, what she thought was the be a joke, had apparently struck a nerve with Jules. “Listen, I didn’t mea-” He continued on, effectively causing Nikki to snap her mouth shut. She looked down at herself, taking in her leggings and sports tank top. Admittedly, she dressed like this often, but that was only due to her working at a gym as a personal trainer. She couldn’t dress nice every day, or else she’d ruin all her clothes. 

“This is my uniform for work, I can’t help that. But I’m certainly not boring, thank you. Besides, I was teasing you. Sarcasm. You actually look very nice.” She paused, pursing her lips. “Also you haven’t seen me dress ‘exciting’ so you can’t say anything.”

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notyourperfectkennedy:

Kennedy watched the girl hand the flyer to the woman and saw the other throw it away. She approached the girl, feeling bad that someone had been so rude as to throw out her flyer while right in front of her. “People just don’t know how to say no thank you politely anymore do they?” She smiled at the girl and shrugged, “What are you flyering for? I could help out a little if you need a hand, I can be pushy.” she joked and smiled. 

Nikki looked to the side, seeing the person who had just talked to her. “Apparently not.” She chuckled, hugging the flyers to her chest. “I don’t blame her though, not a lot of people are morning people anyways.” Shrugging one shoulder, Nikki continued to smile. She wasn’t a morning person when she was younger, but her biological clock got her up naturally at 6 now. 

“I’m holding a fitness class with Yoga at noon today, at the park instead of the gym where I work. I was handing out flyers so people could get the word around.” She was sweet, much more than the lady who was just rude to her. “Sure. That’s really nice of you.” Handing over half of her remaining stac, she smiled. “I’m Nikki.”

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine {Sentence Starters}

“Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot.”

“Somebody give me a puka shell necklace. I’m going full douche.”

“Yeah, it’s been more like stressful and deathy.”

“When did you come up with all those code names?!”

“Start taking care of yourself again!”

“They robbed me. They ate my Moose Tracks icecream.”

“I’m afraid I might come across a little boring.”

“I have a lighter, okay? We get some hairspray, make some flame throwers.”

“Can’t you just use the internet on your phone?”

“Nonsense, it was just a lot of time and a lot of money.”

“Feels like you’re being a little harsh.”

“You make everything you touch better.”

“Who doesn’t bring their phone with them into the bathroom?”

“How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?”

“He’s always weird around her and it stresses her out.”

“No, we’re going to climb through them.”

“You’re two minutes late. I called all the emergency rooms.”

“I was going for extremely harsh, I’ll turn it up.”

“No, I called you once, my butt called the other forty-nine.”

“They’re called Ents. Get a life, dweeb.”

“First I’m gonna need to break you down to nothing, and then build you back up, piece by piece.”

“I should have offered free streudel.”

“Which gave me the physical skills I need to strangle you with my feet.”

“I was so tired that I fell asleep while shaving my legs.”

“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it my way, okay?”

“That looks like my dad. That is my dad!”

“A psychic told me I was going to die alone in a pit.”

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Woodstock was hot today, and it was only 9 AM. The weather forecast had called for thunderstorms during the afternoon and into the evening, but there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Not even a breeze rustling the trees. She had been at the park since 6:30, passing out flyers to the early morning joggers and dog walkers, for a fitness class she’d be teaching in the afternoon in the park. Cardio followed by Yoga. Wouldn’t be too hard, beginners could even join in on the fun. 

The blonde had given out half her stack of flyers, and some interest buzzing about, but not much. “Come to the park today at noon for an afternoon of getting fit!” She told a woman walking by, who only grabbed the flyer from Nikki’s hand before crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash. “Rude...” She muttered under her breath, watching the woman walk away. 

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forrestlysander:

“Was that recent or just something you’re dwelling on?” He inquired, so he knew exactly what he was dealing with. He could become somewhat inappropriate at times so when he could, he gathered knowledge and locked it away for future use. For when he couldn’t control the absolute shit that poured out of his mouth. “Yeah. That’s the saying I was trying to remember. And don’t be, can’t force someone to love you, after all.”

Forrest had heard a lot of comments on his life and the occupation he’d taken up, but no one usually complimented him on it unless it was to flirt and on his physique. “Really? Thanks.” He said, but tried not to dwell on that. “It sounds like you’re doing something similar so I guess I should be saying that to you, too. I won’t though, it’d sound uh, too insincere.”

He had a feeling she didn’t want to talk about herself and rightfully so, given all that had happened. He allowed the subject to stay on him even if it made him uncomfortable. “My eye. I lost the vision after a fight.” He didn’t think it polite to bring up that his eye had nearly been gouged out. Slowly, he reached up and took off the sunglasses that he wore. “See?”

He put them back on, he might’ve looked like a douche bag but better that than people losing their appetite, he thought. “So, you into fancy restaurants or more into eating at home? We can talk about cooking, instead.”

“Recent? I guess. it just depends on what your definition of recent is.” She didn’t care much about talking about her past and her failures. She felt it always gave her ex a confidence boost, even though he had no idea someone was talking about it. If she could, she’d do anything to forget ever meeting the asshole so she could move on with her life, be normal for once. 

“Yeah, of course. it’s really neat that you’re channeling all that feeling into something that you get paid for.” Nikki chuckled and took a sip of her wine. “I guess you could say I am. More like I’m trying to make other people’s lives better so I can forget about my own for a while.” Clearing her throat, she shifted in her chair. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Nikki spoke, watching as he took his sunglasses off. 

She wasn’t surprised by the scaring, or how it looked. It was part of him, and there was no reason to be upset or grossed out by it. She just felt bad that his depth perception would be off, and It made her giggle at a very inappropriate time. “I’m more into cooking at home, to be honest. Fancy restaurants aren’t my thing. I prefer to wear work out clothes 24/7, and you can’t wear those in a restaurant like this.” This time, Nikki’s laugh was well placed. “I just cook for me, sometimes my brother if he’s willing to eat the healthy stuff I make. What about you? Do you cook?” 

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RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

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sergeward:

“That’s me, urgent yet mysterious.” Serge replied even though that didn’t really make sense to say. He began to walk alongside her towards the tattoo parlour. He thought it over and then nodded. The nerves hit him, feeling like he was a terrible brother for what he was going to tell her. He held the door open for her as they walked to the from of the shop and then began to talk to the owner before he turned to answer her, “Yeah, the quote and Roman numerals. I thought it’d be nice to get them.”

Since he only ever did get his tattoos by one single person, he allowed his sister to go first while he waited for his usual artist to finish up with a client. As they designed it, wrote out the quotes in the font they wanted, he looked over at his sister. “I change my mind. I think you’re going to be mad when I tell you. I’m kind of nervous to.” He admitted.

Agreeing with him about the tattoo, she smiled. It would be a good sibling tattoo for them to remember for the rest of their lives. Their mother wouldn’t mind at all, so that was good as well. Serge always went with one artist in particular, landing her first up as his artist was busy at the moment. They both worked together to get the font of the quote right, and also the sizing right for where she wanted it. 

Sitting down in the chair, she crossed her legs, handing her purse to Serge. “Don’t tell me that right as I’m about to get a tattoo, where even the slightest movement could mess it up for life.” She glared at him while the tattoo artist placed the stencil on her inner arm just below the crook of her elbow. Reaching over with her free hand, she gripped his cheeks and chin, making him look at her. “Are you in trouble, Sergeant? Because if you are, just tell me. I can help you.”