Maddened Ecstasy --- The Harley's Start (Join with Permission; rating pending)

Day: "Present" (February 7th, whatever-year-it-is-in-site-canon)
Time: Early afternoon
Relevance to timeline: Significantly after the Abduction; Martyn/Vanja partnership
Location: Death City park
Users: Lani/Mistress/Duchess, Linx
OCs: Vanja, Martyn

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The day seemed to be a decent enough one that outdoor practice would behoove her the most; afterall, she had a tendency of making her mentor and landlord nervous by doing so in the house. So, instead, she'd pulled on a pair of fitted exercise pants, a sports bra, and a loose tank top (which, somehow had gotten painted on within a week of her getting it). So, here she was, with a yoga mat spread in the grass, towels scattered about, and body twisted in ways that seemed neither human nor healthy, let alone possible. At the moment, she had her body twisted and coiled like a spring, merely stretching. She released the action, uncoiling and switch to the other side before bending over backwards. In doing so, she moved her hands ever closer to her feet, latching onto her ankles and curling under so that her head poked out between the joints.

ooc: Essentially what she is doing:

Martyn reclined on a bench in the park looking up at the clouds. Part of him enjoyed it, and another wanted desperately to move, about and be with friends. He couldn't do that he kept telling himself, after what had happened. His favorite shirt was torn to shreds from his last little escapade and the majority of his torso was still bandaged, his movement naught without pain. And then his friend never far from his mind was bored of all the simple things in which he indulged, and consciously idolized the very thought of violence and conflict, taking the time to outline each time they fought for their lives. The adrenaline his friend lived for.

"Don't you ever get tired of that..." Martyn mumbled to himself.

He pushed himself off of the bench grunting, an then stretched a little afterwards. He glanced about the park, taking the sights of everyone enjoying themselves, and he somewhat loathed them. But there was one person who caught his eye, a girl going what he assumed to be yoga alone. "That doesn't seem fair. She deserves some company." Although he wasn't entirely sure that was his only reason for approaching her. He calmly walked up to Vanja, and took a seat in the grass beside some of her towels. "Hello, your quite flexible aren't you?" He noted as she continued about he practices, looking like she has done this plenty before.

The girl's strange blue eyes shot up to look at him rather quickly, and her head tilted to the side as she balanced on her elbows, torso vertical, legs bent at opposing angles above her. "That I am," she said, a strange giggle escaped her as she watched him, noting with interest his pained movements and the fighting spirit that seemed ever-evident in his eyes. "What brings you here?" As she spoke, she moved both legs forward, planting them on the ground in front of her and uncurling until she was upright. Standing, she stretched out her arms once more, smiling an almost eerily calm smile.