[Antonio Martinez]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Morning Workout [attr="class","rhythm"] It was quite a beautiful morning.  The birds were chirping, the sun was unhindered by any of the morning clouds.  And in one of the defunct harbors lining Tokyo Bay was the sound of clanking metal, as a seven foot tall metal man was doing some exercises. "Twenty three....  Twenty Four..."  The man grunted as he stood in the middle of the field, hands grappling some chains in this scrapyard that were connected to some empty storage containers.  Using the defunct harbor's cranes as a makeshift pulley, he continued doing these over-exacerbated exercises as he had to keep himself in shape. After all, this metal man had some fun new changes in his life.  He had the energy to spare after having siphoned some energy from some primo boat batteries that luckily had some charge left.  The man wore nothing more than a pair of speedos and a yellow and purple Hawaiian shirt, along with his sunglasses he continued to work on his lifts. (tagged)⏤ Meara O'connor

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[Meara O'connor]

Meara was out on a morning jog around the city. It was a slow jog and Meara was enjoying the cool morning air., she had been up for a couple hours at this point and was using this beautiful morning as an opportunity to get herself more familiar with the city as well as continuing to improve her running ability. There were very few people out and about this time of the morning so Meara didn’t have to worry about large crowds of people. She was wearing her old SAS PT gear and was listening to her normal mix of hard rock and metal music as she turned down a small hill towards Tokyo harbor. She continued down the hill till she made it to a dilapidated shipyard, once there she stopped and checked her heart rate and the time of the jog as she leaned against a rusted steel beam.

As she looked out at the harbor she heard the sounds of metal being moved and slammed. Taking her headphones off she followed the noise till she found the source. The source being a mountain of a person using old cranes and cargo containers as a makeshift gym. “That’s one hell of a fashion statement.” She thought as she walked towards the man. “Hey mate, you know most gyms these days make accommodations for high strength individuals.” Meara called out to the man. Meara was impressed by the strength of the man, not many people she had met were able to perform such a strength feat. “Though I have to commend you on the ingenuity.” She commented as she continued to watch the man lift.

[Antonio Martinez]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Pumping Iron [attr="class","rhythm"] "Twenty-Seven...  Twenty-Eight-" Antonio would continue counting himself out, until he heard an odd voice.  A stranger was calling out to him from behind, causing the large arm mecha-man to lower the makeshift pull-weights.  Turning to look at the approaching woman, the man pushed up on his sunglasses to get a good look at her.  He would pause for a moment to process the words she began with before replying out, "Yeah, in Tokyo those are the kinds of gyms that require a Hero License or a Hero Student ID last I checked.  I ain't got one of those anymore." Giving an indignant shrug, he continued on, "That and a more stingy pants policy."  Chuckling at that one, he would give another pull of the chains to lift them both up to Twenty-Nine.  Meara would compliment the ingenuity of it, to which the Tin Man's smile grew even cheekier.  "Ooh if you think this is ingenuity, you ain't seen nothin' yet, hehah!" And with one more pull, he would lift it up to thirty and hit his goal.  Letting them down gently, he leaned down to reach into a duffel bag he brought with him to wipe the sweat off of his arms and brow.  Trying to not look like an absolute sweat-hog, he'd ask her, "Say, what's a young lady like you doin' here?  You look too clean to think of using this run-down harbor as a personal gym."  He continued to dry himself off to maintain some level of cleanliness while in between his workout sets. (tagged)⏤ Meara O'connor,

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