Post by Leon Valora on Jul 1, 2009 11:10:21 GMT -5
Leon Valora had spent most of the day in the weight room. It was a Saturday and he just had a lot of thinking to do. His son Vincent was with Leon's fiancé, Kristin and his father had given him a day off to relax and settle down. He had gone hunting earlier on in the day, so his blood lust was well under control. Then again, it usually was as Leon didn't drink human blood. He hunted animals as he could never bring himself to do to a human what had been done to him. And he wouldn't kill them either.
So Leon used what was left of his day to chill out and lift weights. He definitely wasn't the kinda guy that had to lift as strength just happened to be one of his powers. But when he needed to think or just calm himself, this was one thing he usually did. He didn't plan on being there too much longer as he wanted to be back up in his apartment in time to have dinner with Kristin and Vince.
Leon had as many of the largest weights that could be held on the bar. He lifted them easily, pumping his arms up and down, up and down at a steady pace. He was wearing just a pair of black and blue gym shorts and his black runners. His hazel eyes were on the ceiling as he continued to lift, lying on his back on the weight bench, his feet on the floor. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts and lifting that he hardly noticed someone come in as he had been alone in there for a little while since nobody else really wanted to spend their Saturday afternoon lifting.
So Leon used what was left of his day to chill out and lift weights. He definitely wasn't the kinda guy that had to lift as strength just happened to be one of his powers. But when he needed to think or just calm himself, this was one thing he usually did. He didn't plan on being there too much longer as he wanted to be back up in his apartment in time to have dinner with Kristin and Vince.
Leon had as many of the largest weights that could be held on the bar. He lifted them easily, pumping his arms up and down, up and down at a steady pace. He was wearing just a pair of black and blue gym shorts and his black runners. His hazel eyes were on the ceiling as he continued to lift, lying on his back on the weight bench, his feet on the floor. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts and lifting that he hardly noticed someone come in as he had been alone in there for a little while since nobody else really wanted to spend their Saturday afternoon lifting.
