Hyperactive Lady Under Exagerrages

Summer 2021, Week 5

Sunday morning

Roslyen Van Steele's Mansion, Loyalist Bluffs

Roslyen Van Steele

A thudding base could be heard. For one would think miles. The entire side of What people like to call the blossom. Superstar's Roselyn Van Steeles Mansion shook from the a thundering pulse of music. Not that anyone besides Roslyen and her staff would hear the tones. Of course the music was coming from Rosy herself. Laying on her back arms splayed out to her side in pain as sweat poured off her. Every movement was pain. Her body didn't want to keep going. Her muscles were in agony. "FUCK, WHY WAS I SO WEAK"   Growling the pink hair wonder reached back up, ignoring the protest of her arms to grab the barbell once more. Long fingers wrapped around the heavy titanium bar. Pulling it off the support the bench itself groaned as a extra 400 pounds suddenly pressed down. 200 on each side. A "medium" Work out for the powerful Amazon that was Rosy. Gritting her teeth she slowly lowered the bar down to her chest before pumping it back up feeling her body temepture rising higher and higher every passing second as she forced her body well past it's limits.

[Enhanced Normal x1 -3 12/15]

  Her muscles were tearing themselves apart as quick as her body could forcefully heal them but she couldn't let herself stop. Once more bring the bar down with a painfull groan before pushing back up on the rest. Panting and sitting up. Sweat soaked her skin. Dripping down her face, forcing her bangs to stick to her skin. The normal perfectly put together Star looked ..destroyed. A sports bra and Ranger panties, drenched in sweat to the point it looked like she had been swimming in her work out gear. Her eyes red and bloodshot from over using her powers to keep herself going long past the point of stopping. "3..350..still didn't save anyone"   A snap and she was on her feet slamming her fist into the punching bag that hung a small bit to her right feeling the chain give way with the force of her impact. The back slamming into the wall, then the ground with a hearty thud. Shaking her head. she moved to a bar on the wall griping it with both hands she pulled herself off the ground Counting out each set in a steady but clearly pained tone.

[Enhanced Normal x1 -3 9/15]

  "97, 98, 99,100." Dropping to the ground in a huff she ran her hand through her hair and stared at the ceiling. She had had it custom painted when she moved here, the entire ceiling like it was a mosaic in a chapel. One of her favorite purchases. A serene scene of a forest. Filled with thick trees small animals hidden all through the painting as if they were hiding in the different bushes and shrubbery. "Not … Not … Enough Don't. Don't blame yourself.. Just keep going If you give up rosy no one will be saved..."   Shaking doubt from her head she stalked over to were the punching back had been waiting. Only to remember she had just broke it. All 7 feet of her just sighed in defeat before leaning down to puck up the heavy back resting it on the wall. She would make sure to call her manger and have a new chain ordered. Moving back to her bench she sat down rubbing her sore arms. She had been going at it since 3 am having been unable to sleep. Having nothing more then a few bruises she perhaps was the least hurt of all the team. Yet she was supposed to be the strong one. Always sunny Rosy. Full of smiles and a strong arm for everyone to lean on. She wanted to sing. To scream to just let it all out. Yet nothing came to here. Nothing but a dull thudding of failure to macth the endless Dubstep tone blaring through her speakers. Sooner or later someone would file a noise complaint with the police. Honestly she could care less she would just pay the fine.   Her blood was boiling. Even just sitting there resting she could feel it. Feel the blood high she got the more she used her power to keep her body on high alert. Shaking her head slowly she desperately tried to clear her mind. "just another show. Not all shows are sucess..Some fail.. Right.... Yeah Right Rosy Show don't leave dead bodies." With a sigh she fell back staring once more up at the panting trying to pick out every squirrel she could see. Long pink hair splaying out along her head like rays of light. "Daddy.. what do I do.... Should I give up. " She didn't have a answer. Just. needed to think. Needed to fix what ever was wrong, but she didn't quiet know how.  

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

In his defense, he hadn’t been to a lot of homes you couldn’t just knock on the front door for. Any homes. He hadn’t been to any homes you couldn’t stroll up and ring a doorbell. So when he landed at the door of the address for Ms. Steele and knocked on the door, he thought nothing of it. Up until he turned around to take in the… can you call that a driveway? There’s trees and stuff. At that point it started to click that most people—all people who couldn’t fly—would have arrived at a gate of some kind. Do I fly back to the gate?   He sent a text a few hours earlier wanting to check on Rosy, but hadn’t gotten a response. It was his fourth day out of the hospital and he hadn’t seen her since Henry. He had seen the others by this point, so she was the last member of their team left to drop in on. As much as he didn’t want to admit it he did smile at his own mental joke. As opposed to his becomingly more common uniform, he was in a pair of white track pants with a gold line, a matching shirt sleeve workout hoodie, and a pair of regular sneakers. Total incognito. Despite, you know, his size, easily identifiable face and eyes, or the fact he flew everywhere. Besides that, totally unknown.   It was around a minute after knocking he started to reconsider his back to the gate idea.  

Storyteller

A thin man in a simple black suit answered the door not TOOO long after Victory had nocked. A butler with a stern glare and white gloves. Reaching his hand out spoke in a thick posh accent and a weak, clearly fake smile. "Your jacket. Lady Steele is in the back Sir Victory. Please, If you are here to arrest her for the racket she is causing do so quietly. If you are here to stop her from destroying her own home. Then do so quicker."   The man would lead Victory back to a large steel door. While the rest of the house looked for the most part normal, the walls around the door were clearly reinforced. A dull steel greet in color with a pink rather inviting door that seemed to vibrate with a hidden tones of dubstep's.  

Roslyen Van Steele

Having gotten Finished wallowing. For a few seconds Roslyen was back at it. Now she had her legs wrapped around her pull up bar, preforming free floating sit-ups without a care in the world. Well it would seem. Anyone hearing her would notice she is counting in the upper 500's. Would notice the fact that there was a pool of sweat beneath her several inch's deep. That above here, were if she were to pull herself all the way up against the wall were several indents the shape of her fist. And lastly around all her sweat were clear bloody tears dripping from her eyes.

[Enhanced minor x1 -1 8/15]

 

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

Grabbing the front of his jacket and pulling it a bit as he examined it, he gave a little shrug. “All I have underneath is a tank top and I don’t think that’d be proper. Thank you for offering though.” She has a butler? Of course she has a butler, she famous. How famous did he need to get to get a butler? Questions for another time. As he quietly followed the butler through the house he made an effort to avoid everything. Delicate objects and expensive objects—or lord forbid a combination of the two—were not his favorite things to be around. Nice place though. When they got to the door, Andre noted the different. It looked reinforced. A tap on the wall confirmed to his touch itd take effort from him to even cause a minor change. Hmm. The vibrations from the music started to hit his chest as he got close. That explained the arrest comment. “How is she doing?” He asked the butler before he opened the door for Andre to go inside. Apparently it was a good call to swing by. Just need to remember there’s a gate next time.  

Storyteller

Not well, Lady Steele did not take the failure that was the entire Aeri experiment well. She has been like this for the last few days. She broke four of her guitars Totaled her motorcycle. Before locking herself in her private gym this morning after spending a night with. Lets just say A Completely underwhelming man she found at a bar." While he may seem put offish it was clear the butler cared for Roslyen and hated seeing her like this tearing herself apart.  

Roslyen Van Steele

Dropping from the bar with a thud she roared out in anguish. This wasn't a light anguish but a soul crushing scream of pain and hatred. Fist in a small dent in the steel wall she huffed and puff wanting her swore muscles, and know slightly broken hand to rest the best it could. Twisting away she marched over to a rack of barbells picking up the heaviest one. 3 numbers seen etched on the side, but all were unreadable so its weight would be unknown to anyone who wasn't rosey. Taking it in her arm she started rapidly curling in time with the beat of the music.  

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

He barely heard the scream through the door. His recent nights at the hospital let him place it, as did the look of unease on the Butler. Full of pain. “I don’t think many of us have. Problem is most of us have been alone too. Either by force or by choice, and it’s not helping anyone.” Moving forward to pass through the door, he made the only promise he could. “I’ll try my best.” And with that, the music filled his ears as he entered the… seriously how famous do I need to get? It was a full gym inside a steel box it looked like. Weights littered the ground, bags were set up. Sure Rosy had told him all this existed but he sorta chalked it up to banter. Note to self, hyperactive lady under-exaggerates.   He saw her by the dumbbells curling at a far too fast rate to do anything but injure herself. Her workout gear was a bit revealing, but that was to be expected. He worked out in shorts and a tank top most of the time. No, it was the sweat and marks on her body that stuck out. Rosy… Bringing his naturally loud voice to a level to stop least compete with the music, he said, “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by!”  

Roslyen Van Steele

The sudden intrusion to her gym and madness that was her mind made her jump in fear. A screeching high pitch noise that easily overpowered the lower pitch tones, and base of the dubstep. Dropping the barbell onto the ground with a thud she swears she jumped 30 feet in air. Realy she only made it about 6. Only to slam into the ground onto her ass infront of him. Looking up, through even sitting her head came up to just above his waist. "o..Oh it just you, DON"T SCARY ME LIKE THAT".   Reaching back she gave him a hard shove, but as she rose up to her feet she quickly replaced the smile she always seemed to have on her face. Ignoreing the fact she was dripping sweat, and blood dripped from her eyes. A clear sign of her over using her powers. "What are you doing her Walker? I know I said you could come any time but. A phone call first is nice." Not that she had looked at her phone in two days.  

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

“Just me, huh? I’ll try not to take that as an insult.” Taking a step forward, he held out a hand to help her up with a bit of a smile at the comment. Years of wearing a mask made it easy to push the concern that was growing deeper inside him and away from his external expressions. “I did call. A few times and some text messages. I figured you were busy but still wanted to see how you were doing.” He let the smile fall to grow more serious before pausing a moment. Maybe a little honesty would help. “That and I need people to talk to right now. Stuck in that hospital for days with only my thoughts and this…” A force of will stopped his hand from going to his neck where the scar was still fresh. “Well, call it a selfish want to check on a team mate.”   When she was on his feet he did a little pace around to check the room out in more detail. “These are the weights you were talking about?” Pointing to a dumbbell, one of the ones she dropped, he bent down to pick it up. It rose with him with…not ease. That’s not the right word. How he handled 50lbs dumbbells at the gym were easy. Like picking up a piece of paper. This was natural. A good weight that pulled at some of his body. “Oh…” He curled it, testing it out a few times before looking for the rack to set it on. Note to self to ask where she got those.

[Enh. Strength, x1 Minor, -1EP (39/40)]

 

Roslyen Van Steele

150 pounds were what Walker had lifted and curled with relative ease, before setting them back onto he rack. Only the third heaviest weight on her set of dumbbells. Roslyen's gym after all wasn't made for humans. Designed from the ground up with a reinforced cemented floor lined with hard rebar frames for Evo's. Expensive yes, Unnecessary, maybe. A life savior for Rosy to actually use her powers effectively and grow herself. Without a doubt.   "Yeah you like them? The whole set is hard carbon alloy. Heavy, and strong as hell. You could toss them through a truck with ease...If you can throw them. Through the Barbell is better. The max on that machines is a full ton. Through I can only hit around 800 with a short set before my arms just die." Back was her normal hyperactive self, bubbly smiley, and full of energy and joy. She nearly bounced over towards walker setting a hand on his back and pointing out a few of the other devices in the room.   "I'm not quiet as strong as you alone, but I try to train as hard as I can since my muscles can grow to beyond normal proportions. I've found it helps out my...Well frankly massive frame a lot. Keeps me looking healthy, and not lanky. Over to your left is the weight bench. Next to that is a simple pullup bar. Please excuse the punching bag.. I was a little emotional. The treadmill and stair steeper on your right are fully quit to handle around 45 miles an hour sprints as well as resistant bands to hold you back. Currently set to my 200 I expect you need a bit more But of course the best part is around back. The boxing ring and the pool." Her smile held as she waved her hand to show off her tiny slice of gymrat heaven. Before walking over to turn off the music with a simple press of a glass panel inlayed into the wall.  

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

Following the impromptu tour, DeAndre took in the vast array of equipment. Sure it was set up like most gyms, but the fact it catered to a higher level of strength... A ton? His eyes lingered on the barbell. All of the exercises Andre did lately involved either high repetitions or making due with whatever was laying about. But proper weights that could tell him where he was at… “Come spot me for a set?” It was a request to use her equipment, while also he started reacting to it as he moved over. He walked around it for a bit, examining it, before searching for the weights. Finding them, he almost cheered when he saw, then felt, the plates were designed heavier than the 45s that were the norm. I'm in love. He set up a starting weight of 400, looked again for permission, than laid back.   “Punching bag, a little emotional. Want to talk about it?” He wrapped his hands around the cold metal, fingers digging in as he straightened his wrists and breathed in. 400 wasn’t a lot, but he’d feel it. And when working out Andre was always perfecting form. Pushing the weight up, he lowered it slowly until the bar touched his chest, and eased it back into the air just as slowly. As he continued his reps he spoke. “I asked because…I haven’t had anyone to really talk to. Save Isaac and Ari. Isaac…needed correction. Ari is a…good add. But he doesn’t…get it the same way I do.” His breathing was steady as he finished a set of 12. Looking at the bar, then at Rosy, he grinned. “I want to hit a ton.”

[Enh. Strength, x1 Normal, -3EP (36/40)]

 

Roslyen Van Steele

"Of course I'll spot you! Through, Anything over 800 I can't lift without a boost." Roslyen moved to stand behind the bench Watching with a close eye, through seeing as 400 was something she did without tapping into her primary strength. She wasn't that worried. She counted out his reps slowly watching the way his arms bent as she did making sure to pick apart any wavering. the kind of weight they could lift would kill in a moment if dropped wrong.   "I..Yeah..I feel the same.. SO many lives lost.. And what could...No what did we do. Capture one guy?...Beat up and lock away one criminal.... Fuck. Hero's aren't supposed to lose Walker." Leaning over him just slightly keeping her hand close to the bar he would feel a small set of tears drop from her chin to him.. Or perhaps it was sweat. "We got him..But did we win.." She gave a small sigh as he finished his set, Counting out the 12 out loud for them both before turning towards the wall were the plates were kept in a large inlayed glass case.   "45 are the smallest I have. 100 pounds are the biggest, How high you want to jump for the next set. Or Do I need to go ahead and get out the bands." She had her back turned to him now. Reaching into the case to pull out what ever plate he needed.  

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

“I should only need you to watch. I can usually tell when it’s too much for me.” Because the weight wasn’t a challenge yet, Andre was able to pay attention to the tone. The slight change of cadence. What was hiding behind those words because he hid the same. “Let’s bring it to 1,000.” Hopping off the bench he helped her stack on three more plates on each side. Settling back onto the bench, he planted his feet, digging his heels in. Fingers flexed as he worked through his arms, shoulders, chest. Feeling the muscles tense and awaken prepared for a challenge. “I’m about to lift half a ton. I can take a bullet. I can fly.” He started speaking as he signaled her to just follow. The first rep was testy, feeling his muscles ache under the weight as he moved it. Slowly lowering it to his chest and pushing it up with a harsh exhale.   “If I ever turned, no one could call me just a criminal. Bolt wasn’t just a criminal. He was a monster that did kill dozens and could have killed hundreds. Don’t sell what we did short. And what it took. It took us.” He said all this between reps, his body breaking out in beads of sweat as his exhales got heavier. Each rep was a challenge. A test. His body swelled against his hoodie. His frame never what someone might call cut or defined, but definitely large. Prominent. And now it worked.   Racking the weight at 8 reps with a heave, he sighed. “Our failure…that I do get. Heroes don’t lose. And we did.” Sitting up on the bench, his hand came up and rested on his neck—mind unable to stop the movement. “So honestly, in answer to your question, I don’t think we won. I think we survived. Survived to learn that terrible lesson and live with it. To be a hero, winning isn’t just getting the bad guy. It’s doing it while protecting everyone. Going above and beyond. And being strong enough to do that. I guess…”   He was loading the weights up to a full ton while he talked. Body working on autopilot as his voice took over.

[Enh. Strength, x2 Normal, -6EP (30/40)]

 

Roslyen Van Steele

She was quiet why she spoke. Maybe he was like her. t was the simple act of something she often did. Working out that let his body speak freely. Pushing both his body and his mind to work as much as it could to deal with problems it may not even know it had. She carried each weight without a word to the tungsten bar. Tilting her head a small bit as it seemed to slightly sag from the full ton, a thousand pounds on both sides of the bar. She didn't break down when he confirmed what her own mind had been arguing over for days now, She didn't shed a tear when his voice dropped and she felt the weight they were both trying to slightly ignore, but just couldn't. They weren't cops, they were firefighters running into a building and coming out on top. Even when they failed they were relied on hero's. No.. That's not what they were and may never be. They were superhero's. Or trying to be.   "We... Walker.. Victory... we failed.. Maybe just hearing you say that.. I. I don't get it. Like" She started to mumble as she stepped away from the bench knowing she couldn't catch the bar properly at this point, but stayed close enough to help if needed. " We have todo more then survive.. Hero's don't just survive they. I don't know be hero's!.. We have to inspire, have a reason to be called "Hero's". .We can't just stop the bad guy we have todo so with a confident. Swagger? .. Smirk, Or with a unwavering smile so people don't need to fear...People say, Oh look victory is here. .Its over now. we are safe. We need to get their. .All of us." It almost seemed like every word she spoke the pain was leaving. Like a heavy Barbell crushing down on you all it took was a little bit of weight coming off to be easier to push yourself back up.   "One ton DeAndre. Just like the weight of the world on our shoulders....Lets see it. Prove...Prove to us both we can" She spoke in almost a whisper, unsure why this stupid little feet mattered so much to her. Maybe to them. "or will it crush us all to death"  

DeAndre Walker (Victory)

He looked at the weight, a feat he had never accomplished before as far as he could tell. Maybe in the heat of battle. Maybe at Henry. That wasn’t good enough anymore. If he was strong he had to be so strong it was unstoppable. “We failed. I can’t run from that. Can’t hide from it.” He grabbed the hood of his jacket and slipped it off, revealing the black tank top underneath as well as the scar of flesh that ran up his left arm to his neck. It looked more healed than it should for how recent it was, a hint at his slightly faster healing ability. Sitting on the bench, he breathed. “But I’ll learn from it. We will learn from it. And we will get stronger because of it to make sure it never happens again.”   Leaning back, he gripped the bar. As he did a simple flex test he didn’t even feel the bar move. So heavy. “And yes. Inspire. Like you said. I didn’t want to be a known face. I wanted to help.” He readjusted his grip and breathed a few more times. Digging his feet into the ground he prepared himself. “If that’s how I help though, then I’ll do it.”   He tried to lift it once and…it didn’t move. It didn’t move at all. Before even allowing defeat to enter his voice, he spoke once more. “Titan told me once, guys like me. We’re a shield. We protect others by taking the hits others can’t and getting back up. By being immovable. By being a strength people can’t oppose.” We can do this. “I will be that strength.” You can do this. No more limiter. “I’ll. Be. Victory.”   His chest erupted into burning pain the moment he lifted the bar off the rack. His left shoulder shook and for a brief moment he thought it’d fail on him. Breathing in, he refocused and held stern. Slowly lowering it to his chest, he felt the weight press on his triceps and start to pull his chest and shoulders apart. When the bar touched his chest, he paused for a moment. It was so heavy. So damn heavy. And damnit, he’d fucking lift it. Feet planted, arching his back, breathing out with a roar as he used all his being to push that weight, carry that burden, back up. Back high enough until with a bang he set it on the rack with a relieved sigh as his arms fell to his sides.

[Enh Strength, x1 Strenuous, -15EP (15/40)]