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Sheryl Nome ([personal profile] galactically) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore2016-08-03 09:14 pm

[open] pump up the jam (a.k.a the fitness mingle post)

Who: Sheryl ([personal profile] galactically) and YOU!
What: Exercise classes (see the class schedule)
When: April 11th/13th/15th, from 3:30 to 5:30 PM
Where: Menrva's temple @ the ballroom
Warnings: Fanservice, possible violence, and Genos

Notes: Feel free to make your own top-levels! Threadhop to your heart's content. c:

[Sheryl doesn't attend classes too often nowadays due to her work schedule, but she always makes sure to be on time once the clock strikes three thirty — or at least be fashionably early. Even teachers like herself have to look her best, especially in simple but flattering gym clothes. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon, the ballroom is open for all things fitness, and Sheryl plans to give her students one hell of a workout.

Don't let her vibrant smiles fool you; she turns into an enthusiastic yet merciless drill sergeant should you ever fall behind on your exercises. The microphone she carries around has a built-in cord that she uses as a whip — definitely not for show! A certain assistant will also be by her side, and he's just as tough if not more so.

To all slackers... abandon hope all ye who enter.]




Outside the Ballroom
[Nothing brings more prospective students together in one place than good ol' promotion, and Sheryl is not above using whatever is on her disposal to gain more members. She already made a BBS post announcing her classes, so now it's time for another tactic: food.

With a charming smile and a wink, she gestures at a small platter of turkey and cheese sandwiches on a nearby table right next to the sign-up sheet.]


Want to get in shape? Gain some extra muscle on your arms or legs? Build up stamina? Then you've come to the right place!

Exercises
[Congratulations, you're now part of the exercise class — whether you're only just stopping by for one session, visiting out of sheer curiosity, or who knows what else. There is plenty of sweating, stretching, fat burning, and muscle building to be done. Mats are on the floor for people to use, and various equipment such as exercise balls, dumbbells, jump ropes, and hula hoops can be seen. There's also a radio that Sheryl is using to turn up the volume so to speak.

So, what can a typical student expect from Sheryl's class?]

Yoga: A whole lot of stretching limbs, balancing acts, and dramatic poses. They start out as simple as lotus positions and cobra poses, but slowly progress into the intermediate positions such as downward-facing dog poses and tree poses. And then... the dreaded plow pose. At least there is music to relax to.

Pilates: Core strength training, breathing, and more stretching through special moves. Feel the burn as you stretch your limbs while squeezing your stomach at the same time!

Other Exercises: Sit-ups, push-ups, jumping jacks, playing with jump rope and hula hoops, etc.

Muscle Training: Want to be super buff? Grab some dumbbells and go to town! They are available from small (about five pounds) to large (about twenty).

Running: Enjoy your laps around the ballroom while catchy music plays in the background! Go race someone! Or you could be a turtle...

Break Time
[Sheryl may be stringent, but let it be said that she's capable of mercy. Everyone should get a break or two now and then, hence why there are healthy snacks and drinks on the table. She's actually taken the opportunity to make small bowls of pot-au-feu, which smells and looks incredibly edible... and some fruit bars, which look lumpy. Sheryl may excel in certain skills, but baking is not one of them — much to her chagrin, coming from a woman who's usually very confident.

Take this opportunity to socialize, eat some food, sneak out of the ballroom, fool around, hide in the corners, etc.]
chickshades: (petty - 153098)

[personal profile] chickshades 2016-08-22 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
He remains on the floor, turning his head to Sheryl as she speaks.

"I wasn't lifting my feet." Or was he? He was focusing so much on just getting to 20 that form wasn't really on his mind. He attempts another one, just to show her, and sure enough he's lifting his feet up to help him reach his knees faster.

"Damnit." He flops back down, giving an irritated hiss through his teeth. Was he really that out of shape that he couldn't even do a sit-up properly?
chickshades: (Tatara - 1)

[personal profile] chickshades 2016-08-24 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately for Sheryl, being skinny was equivalent to being in shape, at least in Bandou's mind. Great, this getting abs thing was going to be a lot more work than he'd thought. And he just had to go and brag about it being super easy for him.

If he remembered anything from his past, he could have at least let her know that he wasn't completely helpless. He'd been decent at sports in school. He never came in first or was chosen first for teams, but he'd been involved. He was even a strong enough swimmer when he was young to rescue his friend from a river he wasn't supposed to go in. But none of that comes to him so he just looks all the more pathetic as he lays there, staring up at his new coach.

"Can we try something else? My sides hurt."
chickshades: (WTF - 280893)

I am so sorry. 1. for this tag being so late and 2...just for this idiot being a thing

[personal profile] chickshades 2016-09-11 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
Yup, he's regretting this decision already. He lets out a decently loud groan, but eventually gets back into position. He shifts his hips slightly to make sure he's flat on his back and puts his arms up and behind his head.

You can do this, idiot. She obviously thinks you can. She would have ditched you already if she didn't.

Done mentally preparing himself, he attempts his first sit-up. He grimaces a bit, eyes closed to concentrate on, hopefully, doing it correct this time. And making it all the way up, he opens his eyes in a brief moment of triumph...

Maybe he should have kept his eyes closed, cause with Sheryl right in front of him...holding his feet down... it puts that certain area he's not supposed to look at right in his field of view. He stares for a long moment before his mind finally processes what he's seeing - which immediately leads to him falling backwards in panic.

"Gah! I-I didn't mean to look!! Damnit, I told you not to tease me!"
chickshades: (WTF - 1384)

[personal profile] chickshades 2016-10-05 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Bandou is not going to sit up again. He is going to remain on the floor with the back of his arm over his eyes.

"I didn't look on purpose! There were there when I opened my eyes!"

He lets out an aggravated groan. "I'm not a pervert..."

I mean, can she really blame him for accidentally seeing something? Can she? Ughhh where are his sunglasses and hood when he needs them?