A Fire in his heart

John Azmyth layed on the ground. Palms of his hands down. He pushed until his arms were straight and then let himself down slowly. He continued to repeat this process quickly breathing in and out with each motion.
He was wearing a sleevles shirt which gave a clear view of the two marks on his neck. His arms and head began to hurt and he started working harder.

[I know I'm using Petrova in another RP that we're in, but she's like, my only athletic character. Sadly...oddly too...]

Petrova entered the gym. For once she wasn't wearing all black. And she had abandoned her sword as well. And her hair was tied back. All very rare for her. She gave a polite nod and smile to the teenage guy that was doing push-ups.

She stretched momentarily and started running slowly, but gaining speed as she went.

John finished doing his pushups and then watched as a girl ran past him. He smiled politely and then stood up and walked over to a weight machine and started lifting weights.

Petrova slowed to a stop after running a few laps. She would have kept going, but her foot was starting to cramp up. She sat down and took off her shoe. With a slight nod toward the boy, she said a simple "Hi."

John stopped lifting the weights for a second. "Hey," he replied. "How're you this morning?"

Petrova shrugged. "I'm alive, so that's always a good thing." She said with a half smile to show that she wasn't always so sadistic sounding. "How are you?"

"Having a bad week. But I'll live. Hopefully," he replied. Smiling to show he wasn't manically depressed or morbid. "Trying to work out my frusterations."

"That's always a good idea. Hope it get's better for you." Petrova replied. "I'm Petrova, by the way." She told him.

"John, John Azmyth," he replied extending his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Petrova took his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you too." She pulled her hand back. "So...have you been here long?" she asked.