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Now running late as a result of being kept up late the previous night by excited freshmen new to the building, normally warming up one of the treadmills at this time, Jacob grabs his towel from atop his bed and lightly pats off the slight sheen of sweat that clings to his pectorals and abdomen, before throwing said towel into his waiting sportsbag at the foot of his bed. Running a hand through his mess of dirty blonde locks, he pulls a black sports vest from his wardrobe and dons it, to accompany his long black shorts, before gathering up his bag and heading for the gym. | Now running late as a result of being kept up late the previous night by excited freshmen new to the building, normally warming up one of the treadmills at this time, Jacob grabs his towel from atop his bed and lightly pats off the slight sheen of sweat that clings to his pectorals and abdomen, before throwing said towel into his waiting sportsbag at the foot of his bed. Running a hand through his mess of dirty blonde locks, he pulls a black sports vest from his wardrobe and dons it, to accompany his long black shorts, before gathering up his bag and heading for the gym. | ||
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Revision as of 23:04, 26 January 2014
Finishing his last set of crunches in his morning pre-gym workout, Jacob pulls himself to his feet and off of the floor of his dorm room before glancing at the clock on his desk. The digital display on the alarm clock reads as six in the morning, and the tall man sighs softly to himself as he grabs at the door to his mini fridge and pulls it open, retrieving a bottle of water from it.
Standing bare-chested in the middle of his room, the sophomore strikes quite an imposing figure. Having always been tall and broad across the shoulders, Jacob found himself repeatidly irritated by comments over his size throughout his childhood. Making a habit of physical exercise as a teenager, he now stands at a little over six feet tall and around two hundred pounds, the man had become well-known among his fellow gym-goers on camus as always being the first in the exercise centre in the morning, every morning.
Now running late as a result of being kept up late the previous night by excited freshmen new to the building, normally warming up one of the treadmills at this time, Jacob grabs his towel from atop his bed and lightly pats off the slight sheen of sweat that clings to his pectorals and abdomen, before throwing said towel into his waiting sportsbag at the foot of his bed. Running a hand through his mess of dirty blonde locks, he pulls a black sports vest from his wardrobe and dons it, to accompany his long black shorts, before gathering up his bag and heading for the gym.
