[color=662d91][center][h2]Booker, Shine City Gym[/h2][/center][/color]


Punch, duck, grapple, break, thud, grunt, the cacophony of sounds emanated out of the square ring filled the gym's air and effectively drew quite the crowd. The two sweat drenched men within the ring that were the source of the sounds were locked in what seemed like quite the intense boxing match, those who have been watchin long enough would know that they were half way through their twelfth round. One was a fiery haired fellow while the other was a coffee colored man, but both men were practically giants, each of their steps almost shaking the ring. Blow after blow was dealt by both men, some blocked others... not so much. They broke their deadlock for a moment and began to circle each other, heaving and huffing as they eyed each other. This repetition of engaging and breaking continued for quite some time until the ginger haired man missed a blow which allowed his opponent to get a good solid blow to his jaw, sending him sprawling onto the floor, this spurred quite the cheer from the crowd.

The redhead groggily sat up, rubbing his jaw, but was quickly helped up by the man who had just laid him out. [color=00a651][b]"Good shot lad!!"[/b][/color] He said with a hearty laugh, his thick Irish accent more than a bit obvious. [color=662d91][b]"Eh it was just luck, you had me on the ropes for a while there."[/b][/color] The bronze skinned fellow said with a warm smile and a pat to the other man's back. Both laugh as they climb out of the ring. [color=00a651][b]"Same time next weekend, Book?"[/b][/color] The redhead as he held out his hand to the other man. [color=662d91][b]"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Arty."[/b][/color] The man now known to be Book said as he shook Arty's hand. The two parted ways as they disappeared into the gym's locker-rooms.

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Booker had been hitting the boxing ring with the Irish bastard, or more commonly known as Arty, every weekend for as long as either of the two could remember now, the two walking mountains of men couldn't ever really find a whole lot of willing sparing partners so they made do with each other. Today's match was quite the intense one, the two had been stealing the armature championship from each other for a few years now and since Booker was the one currently holding the title Arty was pushing pretty hard to get it back.

After stretching out a bit in a warm shower Booker pulled on his street clothes which consisted of a plain white T-shirt paired with some blue jeans and a pair of work boots. He grabbed his gym bag and headed out, giving a few goodbyes to the gym staff and other gym goers as he left.

As he headed out Booker breathed in the crisp morning air and dawned a hearty grin. He had lucked out today and managed to get the night shift so that meant he had the whole day to himself, the possibilities were endless. [color=662d91][b]"Hmm what to do..."[/b][/color] The giant thought aloud as he slung his bag over his shoulder and began to make his way down the street.

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Book had loss track of time as he wandered the streets, he had also loss track of where he was, but that was beside the point. Regardless he had managed to find himself in front of the renowned coffee shop known as the Mochavine. [color=662d91][b]"Hmm I could use myself a pick me up."[/b][/color] He said to himself before he made his way inside.

The café had a mild buzz about it; small conversations among friends here, whispered exchanges between lovers there, and a few people sitting alone enjoying silence sprinkled about. Book dawned a warm smile as he took it all in.

He made his way through the establishment and to the barista who was currently running the counter. He offered her a warm smile and ordered a chocolate espresso, extra whip cream of course, after this he took a seat in a booth and waited for his drink. As he waited Book looked over the shop again and scanned the faces. He finally landed on a young woman who was currently typing away on her laptop. Book couldn't tell why, but he felt like he recognized her. He racked his brain as he as he searched for and shred as to why he would know this woman. [color=662d91][b]"Do I know her from the gym?... No."[/b][/color] He continued to ponder over the woman's identity even after his drink arrived. [color=662d91][b]"Wait a second..."[/b][/color] Book said as he recalled the faint memory of a show that he would occasionally flip on the T.V. [color=662d91][b]"No couldn't be."[/b][/color] He said before he let out a slight chuckle. [color=662d91][b]"Wow I think it is!"[/b][/color] He said maybe a bit to loud as he realized that the woman waving down the waitress was indeed the hostess of that old dating show. Book chuckled again before he took a sip from his drink. [color=662d91][b]"Man what a small world..."[/b][/color]