Search Results

It's some exercise video, it's supposed to motivate you to exercise.

Usually only motivates people to exercise one arm, though.

It has a few sequels, one of which motivates the Party Van.

​

‹| Mood‹›????? |›​

› Freya was back at the café with Tucker. › Was it real this time? › Her memory of the dream was intact, and this felt so real. › She looked across the table at Tucker, who was smiling as always. › Nobody else was around, not even the staff at the café. › She knew she could say anything she wanted to Tucker, without it causing a scene.

『Tucker, I asked you here because I wanted to confess my feelings.』 ​

› Tucker looked at her for a moment before letting out a smile and a relieved sigh.​

『I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever get around to it.』​

› She looked into his eyes, but was immediately overcome with embarrassment and looked away.

『What should we do now?』​

› Without missing a beat Tucker replied.

『Let's go to your place, where we can be alone.』​

› Her heart skipped a beat. › She must be dreaming, he would never be so forward. › Was this what Freya really wanted? › For Tucker to be so open and to want to move so quickly? › Was this how she intended to treat him? › Or was this just another one of the countless fantasies she had played out a hundred times over in her head.

『O-okay..Tucker.』​

› Her face was completely blushed. › Tucker leaned across the table and kissed her. › The next thing she knew they were in her room. › Tucker's lips were so soft, as she'd always imagined, and his kisses so passionate, yet gentle. › The way he held her in his arms as their lips touched made her feel weightless. › This was everything she had imagined and more. › She stopped for a moment.

『Tucker, I've..I've wanted this for so long. I don't want it to end. I-』​

​

› Out of the corner of her eye she caught a figure. › She couldn't make out who it was, but she felt as if death itself would be afraid of this...thing. › She let out a terrified shriek before covering her mouth. › Tucker let go of her and the figure moved, she didn't see it move, but it must have, as it was now between herself and Tucker. › This evil creature turned toward him and touched his lips, he immediately focused all of his attention on the shadow, and kissed it as passionately as he had been kissing her. › Tucker then turned to Freya, his eyes cold and dead. › He stepped over and threw her to the ground, standing above her, coldly staring down with unblinking eyes.

› A voice rang in her head, it didn't seem to come from the figure, but she knew it was the voice of this...thing..

『Y̕͠ou͞ p͜it̀i̶f̶͝u̷͝l̸͘ ̛͜crea͞t͘̕͠u̷̷̢r͢e̢』 ​

​

› At the very sound of these words, she became paralyzed with fear, what was this?​

​

『Yo̧͢u͝҉̧ ̧̛w̨̛í̴̶s͜h̴͡ ͘҉t͡o h̶̀a̵vé͏͞ ҉wh̛͜a̧͝t̛͡ ̀͠w̨̧͢á̸s͠ ͢n҉ęv͞͝͏eŕ̕͠ ̕͢y̨ò́u̶̴r҉́s̶̢.̵́͡ ̀͘͠T̷̵̴h̡͜͠i̸s͟ ̸i̛s͜͡ a̕͢l͡l͞ ̵̕͞bu͡t҉̸́ ̶a̵̛ ͘͢fa̸n̶͡t̕a҉s̕͜y.̨̀ Ì ̵҉c̴a̶͢n̛ g̷͢i͜͡v̛́e̡ ̡͘y̧o͡͞u ̛͝͞w̢̢̡h͘͢a̶͟t͡ ͝y͟͞o̴u̵͘͠ ̡̕d̛̕e̴s҉̀͠i̵r̶̶͜è.』​

​

› The figure snapped its fingers and Tucker picked her up gently and embraced her.​

​

『A̵͟l̨͡l̀ y̶͝͠o̸u͞ ḿ̶̴u͜͠st͡ d̷o̷͞ ҉̷͞i͏͝s̷ ̛͠a͘s̀͠҉k,̕ a҉ń̡̛d͘͡͝ ̶h͏̵e͠ ͜͢w͟i͘͡ĺ̨̧l͜͟ ̷b̴̢e͡ y҉͞our͢͏s̵ f̢͡ơre̢̡v̛e͏͜͢r͞.͞』​

​

› Tucker kissed her as before, but his eyes were cold, his lips were cold, everything about him seemed lifeless. She pushed him away.​

​

『No, this isn't what I wanted, give Tucker back!』 ​

› The figure seemed to smile, she couldn't see it, but she knew it was.​

​

『S̷͠el̢̕f̷͜i̸͞s̸͝҉h̸͘ ͡͠c̨rȩa͝͝t̵̵ư͡r͏͠e̴̡. ̧҉͘He ̀͝w̨͞as ̧̧̕n̷͞e̷̵̡v̡̧͘e͠r̡͠ y͢o̸u̢̡r̶̛͠s͘͠.̴͟͏ H͜͢is̶͞ ̴h͡e̴͟a͜r̵͢͠t͏̛ be̷͘ĺ̷͡o̴n͟g͟s ̧̕to͜͟ ҉a͞n̶̶̢ơ͡t̸̀hęr.̸͞.͞』​

​

› Tucker grabbed her by the throat and threw her to the ground, everything went black as the deafening thunder of her body breaking against the floor awoke her.​

​

1 NEW MESSAGE​

From: Tucker To: Freya › Hi there! Sorry for not being able to respond so soon : ( My mother is alright, her blood pressure just spiked up but she's already doing better so hooray! The doctors said it isn't anything serious as long as she took care of herself which I'm making sure she will he he. Sorry for bailing out! I feel terrible, we should meet up again so we can talk and we should do it soon! So so so so so sorry again for bailing!! : ( : (​

​

› Freya lay in bed for a minute, her heart racing. › She finally sent a reply to Tucker.

COMPOSE NEW MESSAGE​

From: Freya To: Tucker › I'm so glad to hear she's okay. Are you sure you don't need a few days to visit her? If not, then okay, if you'd like, we can meet for dinner tonight, or try the café again, tomorrow morning.​

​

› With that sent, she dragged herself out of bed, she had forgotten about the activities of the day before, but was quickly, and sharply reminded as she nearly stumbled to the floor. › She slowly made her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. › Richie was coming over and she had a lot of stuff she had to talk to him about.

AMERICA is okay with plot being posted.

​

‹| Mood‹›Tired and Sore |›​

› Freya had nearly drifted off to sleep when she got a notification on her mobile.

1 NEW MESSAGE​

From: Richie To: Freya › yeah that was me ahaha and i would love to! it sounds like super mega fun!! ^ u ^ pfffft well you know i can't help it you always have the best food freya * 3 * i'll be over around noon-ish? is that okay with you? ​

​

› She always was amused by his texts. She quickly typed up a reply.​

COMPOSE NEW MESSAGE​

From: Freya To: Richie › Noon is fine, take your time, I've got all day.​

​

› She hit send and then rolled over, the events of the day leaving her exhausted. › The western still making noise in the background. › The last thing Freya remembered before drifting off was the reflection of the tv in the crystal vial on her nightstand.

​

‹| Mood‹›Tired and Sore |›​

› Freya hadn't yet received a reply from Tucker by the time she'd finished eating. › She knew he was probably busy, but she couldn't help but look at her phone every few minutes to make sure.

› She slipped into her nightwear and walked to the end of the room where her alarm had landed. › Picking it up and checking to make sure it'd still work, she placed it on the nightstand by her bed. › She looked at Enywas, who was right in the middle of her pillow, sleeping soundly.

『Not a care in the world for you, huh?』​

› She sighed. › Freya wondered, briefly, what it'd be like to be a common house pet, despite the irony that a hedgehog wasn't all that common. › All she would have to do is eat, sleep and be loved. › Such a simple life was appealing. › If she'd been born into royalty, or married someone rich, perhaps then she could have that life. › But she was neither royal, nor was the man she loved particularly wealthy. › It was best not to dwell on those types of things. › Realistic goals and aspirations were what kept her grounded. ​

› Looking through her bookcase for something to put her to sleep she picked up a book on anger management that was given to her by her aunt. › She might as well attempt to read it again. › She made her way back over to her bed and, despite not wanting to disturb him, picked up Enywas and placed him beside her pillow. › Before reading, she checked her mobile one last time. › Nothing. › She flipped through her contacts, to see if anyone stood out as tolerable. › Richie was always nice, a bit eccentric at times, but nice. › Perhaps he'd want to come over and talk a bit about Tucker. › She might even be able to trust him with her plan...

COMPOSE NEW MESSAGE​

From: Freya To: Richie › Hey, Richie, was that you at the café earlier? I thought I saw you for a second, but Dennis was in such a hurry to leave, I couldn't be sure. Anyway, I'm going to be staying in tomorrow and wondered if you'd come over and talk for a bit? You can raid my pantry..​

​

› She sent off the text and turned on the TV for some background noise. › An old western played on the classics channel, as she read the book and thumbed through the pages, one by one, she attempted to stay awake. › Wanting to get her reply from Richie before drifting off.​

Next will be my first "let's have a discussion about" and then a postcount thread

I officially request this thread's title be changed to something more AMERICAN

Americans are efficient, they do away with unnecessary letters that aren't even pronounced in words.



This is now a thread devoted to freedom.

That's right. Cry, cry like I touched you inappropriately.

​

‹| Mood‹›Competitive |›​

› Dennis and Freya spent a good 20 minutes playing Mansion of the Not So Living, or whatever it was called, she didn't really care. › The two of them had made it pretty far into the game, but the boss was harder than either of them had expected. › These types of games were meant to bee to difficult to make it through, in order to drain your tokens. › As the large『CONTINUE?』flashed up on the screen, Dennis chimed in.

​

『So wanna go play a game of skee ball or go for another round?』​

› As the time counted down, she decided maybe skee ball was a better choice, after all.

『Sounds good.』​

› Freya was enjoying herself, she had almost forgotten about Tucker's mother, she looked sullen for a moment, but forced herself to perk up when Dennis looked over.​

『Let's go.』​

› The two of them slowly climbed out of the machine, their legs faring a little better, however it was still hard to walk. › The two of them paid for their rounds and began rolling away. › She missed... She rolled another...missed...She wasn't very good at skee ball, or bowling. › Really anything involving moving an item from one point to another. › She looked over at Dennis, who had a seemingly endless stream of tickets coming from his machine, looking at her pitiful count of two she sighed and continued to try her best.

› After a few rounds, an alert went off on Freya's mobile, it was 6 PM. › She had lost all track of time. › The sudden realization of the time came bundled with a realization that all she'd eaten that day was coffee and a scone. › As if on cue, her stomach began to groan.​

​

『Hey..thanks for today. i enjoyed myself, but I've gotta go.』​

› She had hoped he didn't hear her body's cue to go eat, she knew he would probably invite her to dinner, and didn't really want to. › She could bear him during games, but when it came to conversation he was far too upbeat, and during dinner he would attempt to talk to her.

『Oh, okay. Thanks! I had fun!』​

​

› Freya handed Dennis her pitiful stack of tickets.​

​

『Here, go get yourself something.』​

​

› They didn't really offer anything of value to her at the ticket counter. › She knew whatever he got, it would probably be stupid, like more lollipops.​

​

› After waving goodbye to Dennis, Freya headed home, she couldn't move much faster than a brisk walk. › She couldn't feel her legs in the cold air, but she still had a hard time moving them, she knew it would be worse tomorrow. › She might end up staying in the next day, she had no plans, and with Tucker tending to his mother, there wasn't anything she really wanted to do.​

​

› She made it home around 7:30. › She needed a shower. › She practically threw her clothes off and placed Enywas in the sink, filling it up a bit with warm water, as he started splashing around and playing, always taking a few seconds to look back up at her as if to say『Did you see that? Wasn't that cool?』. › It always brought a smile to her face to see him playing. › Before stepping in, she sent a message to Tucker.​

​

COMPOSE NEW MESSAGE​

From: Freya To: Tucker › How's your mom? Is she doing alright? It isn't serious is it?​

​

› She stood in the shower, letting the water warm her long after she was done showering. › She probably would have stood there much longer, but her stomach gave her yet another reminder of how little she'd eaten that day. › She stepped out and dried herself off, wrapping up in her warmest robe. › Enywas had already finished his bath and was curled up in a hand towel by the sink. › She picked him up and walked out, placing him on her bed while she went to go make dinner.

​

‹| Mood‹›Competitive |›​

› Dennis had decided to walk alongside Freya. › She wondered why he would want to travel so slowly but didn't seem to put much thought into it. › She had really given up on trying to understand him. › She honestly didn't know why they were friends, the two of them seemingly being polar opposites. › Something perfectly exemplified by the way Dennis seemed to enjoy the hustle and bustle of people passing through the streets.

​

› As they made their way into the arcade, she noticed how empty it seemed. › This was a welcome sight, since most days, the arcade was crowded. › The two of them got their tokens and Dennis dragged Freya directly toward the DDR machine.​

​

​

『Well how about it? Let's go.』​

› For a brief moment, a smile creeped on to her face. › Dennis was the only person she knew that could give her a run for her money at this game.

『You're on.』​

› She smirked. › The both put their tokens in the machine and chose their song lineup. › The two of them danced for what seemed like an hour, until either of them could barely stand.​

『You ready to give up?』​

› She asked Dennis, barely able to control her breathing in an attempt to appear as if she still had energy.

『Bring it on.』​

​

​

› He panted, she could tell he was just as worn out. › They put in another round of tokens and chose a song. › About 20 seconds in she couldn't take it anymore and fell flat on her ass. › Embarrassed at losing to Dennis, she looked over to see how badly he was beating her. › To her surprise, Dennis was hanging off of the support bar, trying his hardest to hit even one correct step. › Even though it hurt, Freya attempted to hold back laughter at the ridiculous display the two must have been to the other arcade goers.​

​

​

『Okay, let's call it a tie.』​

› He agreed and the two of them decided to play a sit-in shooter, to rest their legs.

Oh, good, it wouldn't have been a complete day if I didn't read a discussion about nipples.

​

‹| Mood‹›Bored |›​

› As she asked the question a man sitting at a table across the room began making a fuss about something. › Freya instantly focused her attention on the man, who was none other than Torvald. › He was sitting with Evan, talking about something. › She scowled for a moment and returned her focus to Dennis.

『So yeah arcade sounds like a nice place today. It's a bit after the holidays so I'm sure one nearby will be open, but close enough that it shouldn't be too crowded there. So I say let's go.』​

​

› As she finished off her coffee and stood up, Dennis produced a lollipop from a seemingly endless supply in a that bag he always kept with him.​

​

『Want one?』​

› She glared at the lollipop for a moment, the wrapper reading "cherry". › Not being one much for sweets, she declined.

『..No..thanks.』​

› As they headed out of the café, Freya decided to give Torvald one last glare. › Whether or not he would notice, she wanted to make sure that her face conveyed the proper amount of disgust at him for making such a scene.​

『Which way is the arcade?』​

› She asked Dennis. › He pointed in the direction of the arcade with the lollipop, half shoving it in her face. › She shuddered.

『I didn't bring a bike, but I'll run along if you slow up a little bit.』​

› Freya said confidently.​

『Are you sure you wouldn't rather ride on the handlebars?』​

​

› Asked Dennis, in a bit of confusion. › Freya looked at him for a brief moment, a grin she would have described as 'stupid' plastered across his face.​

​

『...Positive.』​

Welp I might as well just give it to you now.

Perfect. more characters so I can post

You should just post back and forth with me.

​

‹| Mood‹›Determined |›​

› Freya was finishing up her scone when Dennis came in. She watched as he tossed away a finished lollipop and ordered an iced tea. She found the idea of a cold drink at this time of year to be ridiculous.

​

『Hey Freya. So, how're you doing today?』​

​

​

› He said as he sat down, taking a sip from his iced tea.​

​

​

『I'm fine.』​

› She mumbled, taking a short sip of her coffee before remembering what manners were.

『...How are you?』​

› She asked, with a false sense of care in her voice.​

『Doin' Great! So what did you want to do today?』​

› He asked, staring at Enywas inquisitively.

​

『I have no ideas, maybe an arcade or something? What do you wanna do?』​

› Freya really didn't have any plans, she was hoping he had something he wanted to do.​