Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2016 20:38:03 GMT -5
Sithis was seating near a rock. He was using his right hand to pick up a rock from nearby and toss it in the air then catch and then throw back in the air. "The meaning of of life? What exactly is it. It doesn't matter to me any more. My existence serves one purpose. To Become King of Vegeta, and enslave all of man kind. I don't give a bloody wanker's balls about Aliens or who they are. Enemies will be enslaved, and friend would be kept close." He said quietly his eyes moving slowly towards the direction of the clouds. Such weather. It would rain soon. Heavy rain will slow a person down, this meant to be a perfect environment for him to train in. "Three.. Two.. one." The rain begun pouring what seemed to have been pouring quite nicely turned into a heavy rain. His dyed ginger like hair was now losing it's mark. "Fuck me." he said as he felt the dye pour down towards his neck. He would get up and would throw the rock towards the ground. Once this had been done. He would then begin doing push up. He needed to break his record which was Five Hundred Push Ups. SO he would do one thousand instead and call it a day.
Making his body go in perfect form he would begin pushing his body in and out quite fast. Moving quickly and in rapid fast movements. Once this has been done he would begin to count in his head.Fifty..Fifty one.. Fifty two He said as he counted this. He would then keep moving forward. The rain just thicken as it poured into his body. Sithis simply did not care. All Sithis cared about was training and obtaining a certain goal he had to keep in order to maintain a certain body type. This however was not the only thing that he would be doing during his training in the rain. He shook his head and sighed to himself slowly. As he Reached the number two hundred fifty and on ward. He just kept on pushing himself no matter what he had to keep going. "I won't give up I have a long way to go from now. It must be obtained no matter what." he said quietly to himself. And an hour later he would reach the amount of Seven hundred and fifty. He just had to keep on going. He was nearly done.
He would sigh himself as he was nearing his mark. He can do this he could reach the goal of One thousand, it was not an impossible fit. He had the power to this he had this in the bag. He should his head and sighed to himself very quietly. "Fucking rain I hate you I hate you so much." With that being said he would quicken the pace and would then begin to finish up. Once he reached his mark he would get up and speak."Next,, sit ups." he said quietly.
Word Count: 509
Requesting Zenni
(Right, I am requesting after I am graded for this post. To not lock the topic. I will be doing another post on here for another grade.)
Making his body go in perfect form he would begin pushing his body in and out quite fast. Moving quickly and in rapid fast movements. Once this has been done he would begin to count in his head.Fifty..Fifty one.. Fifty two He said as he counted this. He would then keep moving forward. The rain just thicken as it poured into his body. Sithis simply did not care. All Sithis cared about was training and obtaining a certain goal he had to keep in order to maintain a certain body type. This however was not the only thing that he would be doing during his training in the rain. He shook his head and sighed to himself slowly. As he Reached the number two hundred fifty and on ward. He just kept on pushing himself no matter what he had to keep going. "I won't give up I have a long way to go from now. It must be obtained no matter what." he said quietly to himself. And an hour later he would reach the amount of Seven hundred and fifty. He just had to keep on going. He was nearly done.
He would sigh himself as he was nearing his mark. He can do this he could reach the goal of One thousand, it was not an impossible fit. He had the power to this he had this in the bag. He should his head and sighed to himself very quietly. "Fucking rain I hate you I hate you so much." With that being said he would quicken the pace and would then begin to finish up. Once he reached his mark he would get up and speak."Next,, sit ups." he said quietly.
Word Count: 509
Requesting Zenni
(Right, I am requesting after I am graded for this post. To not lock the topic. I will be doing another post on here for another grade.)