Bitter Winds ((OPEN))

[eclestimon]

Orael smiled a bit pathetically at Liea, shaking her head. The poor man was sick, though Orael found it very amusing...  

[RolandTheWicked]

He straightened his composure as best as he could. "Is there a room where I can work out? I can't skip a day, even if I am ill."  

[eclestimon]

"This is a library. We have books on working out, but nothing to do such things on. You can always run up and down the stairs though." Orael suggested, though really could care less. "And you should be resting, not training, anyway."  

[RolandTheWicked]

"It will help speed up the process if I'm working. It's always done that before when I was sick. I would work out and by the end of the day, I would be good as new. I don't care if that may be scientificly inaccurate, it still works for me. This room will work fine then." He could feel his stomach turn and he made a face. When in subsided he got on the ground and started doing push-ups.  

[eclestimon]

Orael laughed a little, and walked away. The others were in random parts of the library, and she didn't see any as she walked over to her desk to amuse herself with the spinning chair.

((Hmm...we need more people...))  

[RolandTheWicked]

(um... well yeah...)

He continued to do push-ups, not stopping, not even when he became tired. His arms started to shake everytime he pushed himself up, his sweat dripped on the floor making a small puddle and he was out of breath. "98...99... " He paused for a moment to get his energy back. "500... 1....... 2....." He said starting over again.  

[eclestimon]

"Hmm...How high can I pile these books?" Orael asked quietly, and began to grab books, stacking them one on top of the other. She continued to do so until she couldn't reach any higher than her position on her top toes of the desk. "Uhh..." she winced, as it began to topple, and a few landed on her. "Oww!"  

[RolandTheWicked]

Liea, hearing the crash of books, slowly staggered from the room. His arms were burning and were numb. "Everything alright?"  

[eclestimon]

Orale was under about twenty large books, looking rather dazed,

"Oh...I'm alright..." she laughed nervously, moving away from the pile.  

[RolandTheWicked]

"You have enough books to make a castle..." He said trying to hold back a laugh.