Mana-Kun and GGG exclusive

[GGG]

I'll start in a moment.

[GGG]

Kiegen vaulted about the obstructions, expeditiously evading various lethal capacities- inclusive to angular fragments, electrically live partitions, etc.. Those who'd inhabited the camp obviously were accostumed to such vigorous training, and were certainly profficient in adapting to it- or at minimum predominantly so. He glanced at his friend- beside him- whom appeared to be contending with the impending obstacles, panting heavily and covered in minute lascerations.

(We'll fabricate the plot through intimation, if you're comfortable with that)

[Mana-Kun]

Drake ran through the courses of hell at the camp. Was it boot camp? Maybe, maybe not, but right now who cared, all he cared about was being big so he could get all the people he liked making the guys jealous. His body dashed, dived, dodged, creaked and snapped as he managed to get through it. He had a sweat, but he wasnt panting to much. He looked at the person beside and laughed. "I bet I ca beat you through this next one." He stated as his hair moved though the wind.

[GGG]

"Oh, you're managing," he replied immediatelty after dodging a spontaneously released pendulum,"you seemed tired, momentarily," and evaded several projectiles. He certainly wasn't competitive- regarding his friend, or generally- and often concerned himself with the other's well-being, regardless his occasional inability to perservere himself; this was universal to those attending this training. Suddenely the resolution of the layout had presented itself, quavering subtely in the intense heat which radiated about the proximity.
"Almost!"

(You've been consistently absent, I'm continuing).

The two simultaneously exerted the remnants of respective endurance with evasion of multiple obstructions in rapid succession, and finally established contact with the leering, metallic, gateway, Drake to Kiegen's posterior. Kiegen ceased sprinting and collapsed to his knees, acknowledging the termination of the day's training, head up to the grey atmosphere, while Drake appeared unaffected; Kiegen was clearly quicker, and alactricious, and Drake was far stronger, phsyically, (which was ironic considering muscle mass is aportioned equally, antomically). He offered the 'victor' assistance, attempting to conceal his subtle disappointment, "We'll see about that in the weight room tomorrow."

"You certainly will," Keigen concieved. "I'll accompany the others in the showers now," he recooperated stoicaly, elongating upright, imperceptably grimancing, and eyed Drake pensively, "What will you engage in?"

[Starwarrior]

Originally Posted by GGG

"Oh, you're managing," he replied immediatelty after dodging a spontaneously released pendulum,"you seemed tired, momentarily," and evaded several projectiles. He certainly wasn't competitive- regarding his friend, or generally- and often concerned himself with the other's well-being, regardless his occasional inability to perservere himself; this was universal to those attending this training. Suddenely the resolution of the layout had presented itself, quavering subtely in the intense heat which radiated about the proximity.
"Almost!"

(You've been consistently absent, I'm continuing).

The two simultaneously exerted the remnants of respective endurance with evasion of multiple obstructions in rapid succession, and finally established contact with the leering, metallic, gateway, Drake to Kiegen's posterior. Kiegen ceased sprinting and collapsed to his knees, acknowledging the termination of the day's training, head up to the grey atmosphere, while Drake appeared unaffected; Kiegen was clearly quicker, and alactricious, and Drake was far stronger, phsyically, (which was ironic considering muscle mass is aportioned equally, antomically). He offered the 'victor' assistance, attempting to conceal his subtle disappointment, "We'll see about that in the weight room tomorrow."

"You certainly will," Keigen concieved. "I'll accompany the others in the showers now," he recooperated stoicaly, elongating upright, imperceptably grimancing, and eyed Drake pensively, "What will you engage in?"

Drake took a moment to gather his breath as he watched the smaller of the two. "Know what?" he asked as he looked down at his tattered clothing, and grim layered skin. "I coulde use a shower myself" the muscular man noted. "Wouldn't be such a good sign to the other men if I walked around like some unwashed heathen" he said, trying to sound like someone cracking a joke. Unfortunetly, the cold, sober inflection in his voice did all but make sure it was dead on arrival.

"So, I guess you'll lead the way" he said to Keigen as began to follow the shorter man.

[GGG]

Kigen turned cordially, designating a subtle gesture to request company alongside him, acknowledging his response,"Very well." In midst of casual travel, Kiegen remarked, "Hopefully the showers today won't contain excessive congestion, at least.. I prefer to bathe with minimal factors to avert my attention." He noted the postion of the leering sun. "That likeliehood is slim, though..."

[Starwarrior]

Originally Posted by GGG

Kigen turned cordially, designating a subtle gesture to request company alongside him, acknowledging his response,"Very well." In midst of casual travel, Kiegen remarked, "Hopefully the showers today won't contain excessive congestion, at least.. I prefer to bathe with minimal factors to avert my attention." He noted the postion of the leering sun. "That likeliehood is slim, though..."

OOC: This will be my last post for the night. I'll continue with this tomorrow.


"It's a chore trying to clean one's self with thirty others rubbing against you in such a confined space" Drake said as they neared the showers. "it seems that personal space is at a premium at this camp." A period lasting no longer then a few moments as he continues to walk along Kiegen, and the other trainees deeper into the camp. "It seems that is less, and less everyday" he says referring to the depleted numbers around them. "I could have sworn that there was more just a few days a go"

[GGG]

Kiegen was disgruntled by the aspect. "Yes, the populous inhabiting the facility, seemingly ascened- that or the circumstance, personally, has become trite consequentially with the reoccuring insufficient leeway, which you'd complained about." They'd entered bathing vicinity, and assumed the ordinary schedual, which entailed the removal in entirety of respective garments, and haphazard discard of into seething containments. Kiegen ceased walking and turned from his friend, extracting his shirt quickly, followed by his vulumnious sweats, and reluctantly his insipid boxer-shorts. Recently he'd become bashful residing in the presence of whom he expended the majority of available longevities with, which perplexed him, and which he settled to disregard. Concealing his embarassment, he casually proceeded into the steam-permeated premises, delibretely refraining from viewing his friend nude, as this would undoubtedly ellicit un unwanted anatomical response.


(Incidentally, "Keigen" is displayed as my profile picture drawing, in the event this is prefered to facilitated visualization).

[Starwarrior]

Drake followed Kiegan into the changing room. As with protocol, he had removed his uniform leaving him with only a perspiration soaked t-shirt, and his blue boxers that clung to his loins. "Well, at least it doesn't look so bad today" Drake noted as she stripped off his shirt. "We may actually have some room to get a proper shower" he grinned. Though, his grin seemed more like someone learning to do it for the first time, then a actually expression of joy. Still, despite how much of a chore a small actions like this was for him to preform just a few short months ago, one could say that it was a huge improvement. He slowly stripped off his final article of clothing in his boxers, tossing them into the large shower room hamper along with the other dirty clothing. Despite being totally nude, his large muscular, but lean body visible to those around, he didn't share the shame bashfulness that befell Kiegan. While this was him being more conformable with his surroundings, or just total ignorance of his present state was still up to debate. What wasn't in debate was that Keigan had full view of his generous manhood, and equally as generous testicles, all of which was suited underneath a patch of white pubic hair.

"Well, let's get going" he said as he began to walk into the awaiting warm streams of water.

[GGG]

His illumiscent irises veering timidly to Drake, he responded curtly, "That would be nice." Given the nature of Drake's anatomical 'capacities', (specifically his light hair) his body remained entirely apparent to Kirgen, despite his intending to remain affixed elsewhere, (which induced an accumulating anxiety, which may potentially evoke mortifying circumstances) as profuse mositure glistened about the gradients of his masculatore, and water cascaded down his anterior region in fluctuating cohesiveness. His eyelids descended as he lathered his textured, brown hair, and he conveyed an artificial expression of humor, smiling sheepishly. "Hehe, this is always refreshing." Hair apportioned heavily about his own anatomy, Kiegen's masculinity was readily presented. His decetly voluptuous posterior concealed the flow of hair between, and opposite resided a subtely stimulated member, very gradually becoming erect.

(.. It seems I've misinterpreted. Was Kiegen's "white hair" your reference?)