Get Fit or Die Mirrin - Zyzz
This mission takes place on a beach. A lad stood at the entrance of the beach and looked at a board next to the sign of the beach. He was in a different attire this time around. One that revealed a bit more of skin but he still wore a cloth mask over his face. A simple cloth mask that had two hole cut out in it. A somewhat thin one that he can breathe freely in while working out. He had a work out attire because he figured he get some training done on this fine afternoon. A purple tank top covered his top half while wearing black gym shorts and black sneakers. He would have walked right over to the work out area but there was a job board. The sign that auto caught his eye was a large ‘Need Help’ in black letters on a neon green paper. He walked closer to the board to feed his curiosity of this need for assistance
He read the sign in his head. ‘Looking for a spotter, someone who can help me achieve greatness. Will pay for a day of being a spotter and assistance with encouragement.’ Shura rubbed his chin for a moment and thought once more. ‘A personal trainer for a day. Sure why not.’ He ripped off a piece of the yellow paper that had the man’s name on it. Ya know how most job boards have the papers with tabs and each tab has information to refer too. This was that case.
Shura took his time walking down the edge of the beach. The smell of the salty ocean filled his nose. And the sounds of the crashing waves soothed his very soul. It was a great day indeed to make some money and get fit. It wasn’t long before he made it to the gym area. It was near the main sidewalk, off of the sand of course. There was a large slab of concrete that had a fence that rested around the workout equipment. The sounds of weights hitting metal as they moved up and down filled the air as he got closer. It was still hot from the sun beating down on the planet to despite the sea breeze that danced across the land. Shura made his way to the entrance of the gym before looking around. He took a deep breath so he could yell above the sounds of weights. “Is there a Jay Holiday here today!?” He yelled. A man with a chisled look and curled hairdoo came running to the front.
“Sup dude brah! The name is Jay, sick mask.”
Shura was a bit caught off by the man’s way of speaking but he shrugged it off. “Ya I am here for the job you requested help for. The name is Shura.”
Jay looked overly excited for someone to have answered his call. “Sick stuff brah follow me let's get right into it.”
Shura followed the overenthusiastic body builder into the church of iron. This is where the followers of getting ripped lay their prayers down so the almighty Zeus could answer them. Everyone had their reasoning for wanting to work out. It was not right to judge anyone who was here trying to better themselves. No matter how big or small someone may be.
561 WC