jax—sempers:

The past few days, Jax had been nothing but lazy. Before, he used to spend hours upon hours in the gym, working out, wearing himself out completely. But lately, he’d been doing anything but. So that morning, when he woke up, he decided it was time to get back to his normal routine, back to his working out. He knew full well he would do the Resistance no good if he lost his strength, all because he’d been preoccupied doing other things. And being a foot soldier, he relied on his strength more than anything. That was a part of him he absolutely, could not, lose. And so he arrived at the training centre, his bag over his shoulder, his water bottle in hand as he got ready to run some laps. It was needed. Of course, he still looked fit, but he didn’t feel as fit as he had been before. Which was a terrible shame.

Just as he was about to pull his tank top over his head, he saw someone approaching from the corner of his eyes, resulting in him leaving the white fabric on as he turned to face the blonde. She was pretty, but her smile looked forced. Like she hadn’t smiled properly in a long time. It was a shame, because Jax could see her smile being beautiful, if it had been genuine. Clearing his throat, he turned to face her fully, seeing her eyes scanning his body, a smirk immediately making it’s way onto his face. Maybe he was just as fit as he had been, only he’d felt lazier. He couldn’t be sure, and really, he didn’t care either. After all, he was just here for a work out, and that was all.

“Rani Elda, I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Putting two fingers to his forehead, he saluted her, bowing his head a little. “No, we definitely have not met before. I do think I would have been able to remember you,” he told her, returning her smile, although his was not a fake one. He had been smiling a lot lately, and Jax knew why. “Jax Sempers,” he told her, putting his water bottle down on the table beside him, stretching out his arms as he prepared himself for his work out. “You’ve been busy killing the punching bag? Seems like it’s ready to die,” he said, nodding towards the bag she had obviously been punching at previously, as it was still swaying slowly back and forth. Also, the sweat on her face was a big giveaway.

Rani raised her eyebrows at his salute replying with a slight nod. It appeared genuine but Rani was always wary for people mocking her. Her fellow Peacekeepers rarely took her seriously; calling her a “Daddy’s Girl” and consequently believing the only reason she gained her position was through her father. Nevertheless this guy seemed genuine enough; the smile beaming on his face certainly seemed so. This was a smile however was one that could only be associated with love; How disappointing. In Rani’s eyes love was a trivial thing; she had been let down by it far too many times; it made you weak and susceptible. He would certainly be less useful to her if her deductions were correct. Even so, with his apparent strength she was willing to pursue a little further. 

“ Jax Sempers” …” You’ve been busy killing the punching bag? Seems like it’s ready to die,”

She followed his eye line towards the bag, a satisfied smirk appearing on her face. The bag certainly appeared to be worse for wear. She glanced at him stretching; his muscular arms were certainly to be admired. Although her own ached and she was keen to shower off this opportunity was too good to miss. Removing her jacket   so as to reveal her athletic physique she mirrored his stretch “Mind if I join?” she asked not expecting him to decline. Rani prided herself on being able to read people and Jax struck her as someone who enjoyed a challenge. She stood with her hand on her hip waiting for him to start, letting out an exaggerated sigh; almost taunting him. It was in this competitive situation that Rani could really discover what sort of man Jax Sempers really was and how useful her could be to her.