Jayrs Stat Training [Multiple Stat Training]

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Grumbling Jayr turned over in bed, eyes squinted against the darkness of the room, as she reached out and fumbled around for the alarm clock that was blaring noisily. After several seconds she found the clock and after following its smooth surface upwards she found the button that would silence the alarm and pressed it. The room was instantly filled with the silence that had been before the clock had hit five o'clock.

Jayr laid back with a sigh and reached up to her eyes, rubbing at them as she yawned softly. When she was finished she laid her arms back down beside her and just stared up at the ceiling. A glance with lavender colored eyes towards the window showed her that it was still dark outside – Jayr had set her alarm clock so early because she had plenty of work she needed to get done. She had just recently been promoted and she wanted to continue to make her father proud, that meant she wanted to be at the top of her game in all aspects of herself – that meant she had some training to do.

Figuring she shouldn't waste anymore time just laying in bed she threw the covers off of herself in a hurry and instantly regretted it: it had been nice and warm under those blankets which was a drastic change to what the temperature of her room felt like. Grumbling under her breath she sat up and moved her legs over the edge of the bed. Toes wiggled as they came upon the cold wooden floor of her bedroom but she didn't allow herself a chance to get used to it as she reached next to her to the lamp that rested on her bedside table and flicked it on. With the dim light of the lamp filling the room she stood and walked over to her dresser. She rummaged through the doors quietly, pulling out that day's outfit which happened to be her usual attire: a tan vest with gold piping over a yellow, cleavage-and-midriff baring shirt with a black crest that resembles a burning heart. The vest has puffy cap sleeves with black cuffs. On the sides of the cuffs, there are two small golden buttons. A brown belt was also removed from the dresser with a buckle, a pouch, and a small banner-like object. The same crest appears on this banner, only golden in color. Black short shorts that would be worn under her belt which, in the back, resembles a pleated skirt. Over the short shorts but under the belt would be a white, asymmetrical back skirt. An orange infinity scarf that she would wear around her neck would also be added to the outfit along with brown, knee-high platform boots that look like they are made of leather, with orange socks of different lengths. And finally a object that would be wrapped around the top of her left boot. And fingerless black gloves that she would wear underneath her weapons, which resemble two yellow mechanized gauntlets with a black design.

With her outfit picked out she left it onto her dresser and grabbed her towel which hung from the back of her door; it was one of those large beach blanket sized towels with colorful pink and yellow flowers printed on it. With the towel in hand she padded her feet to the bathroom and after checking that it was empty stepped inside and shut the door. She started the shower, giving it a few minutes go get good and hot as she stripped out of her pajamas and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. She stepped under the spray and washed herself off, working her way from her face down to her feet. Her hair, which she took excellent care of, was washed very thoroughly and then conditioned twice. After she was completed with her shower ritual she turned off the taps, rung out her hair to get the majority of the water out of the thick strands, and then dried off before wrapping the towel around herself. She then moved quickly from the bathroom to her bedroom again and shut herself in. She got dressed quickly, ensuring that everything was straight and proper looking when she finished; even checking her gauntlets to ensure they would be in working order before placing them on her wrists. A glance at the clock on her nightstand told her that it was about five thirty in the morning. Figuring it was time to hurry she went over to her bed and made it properly, ensuring that it looked as crisp and clean as it had the night before. She double checked that her drawers were shut properly and the rest of her room was clean before walking out of her bedroom and into the kitchen...

Word Count: 811
Stat Training D3 – C: 811 / 300
Words Remaining: 511
Stat Training C – C1: 511 / 400
Words Remaining: 111
Stat Training C1 – C2: 111 / 500

Jayr looked around, noticing that neither her father or sister were around: were they still in bed sleeping, or had they left already for the morning? It wasn't unusual for them to be up before her, especially her father who seemed to barely get a chance to get any sleep at all. Once Jayr reached the kitchen she looked towards the fridge and then towards the bowl of fruit that was constantly filled on the counter. Biting her lip she thought about her options and figured a good breakfast filled with protein was likely better for her on a morning like this then just grabbing an apple and getting out the door.

So, Jayr walked over to the fridge and pulled it open. She searched for a few minutes to see what her options for breakfast were before pulling out some bacon, eggs, sausage, and shredded cheese. She went over to the cupboard and pulled out two frying pans and got to cooking; making eggs mixed with cheese with bacon and sausage links on the side: ensuring she cooked enough for both her father and her sister in case they too were still home. While the food cooked she also made some toast and spread some jam on it. She plated the food when it was finished, leaving the lids on the remainder so it could be eaten later by anyone who wanted some and sat herself down with her plate and a tall glass of orange juice at the table.

She ate slowly, not wanting to upset her stomach by scarfing it all down. In the distance she could hear movement coming from one of her families bedrooms and called out “Breakfast is on the stove”, figuring that if they were interested they would come eat.

She finished off her toast, eggs, and bacon and sausage before downing what was left in her orange glass. With her plate empty she brought it to the sink, washed it thoroughly along with the glass, and put the pair in the dish drainer to dry. She went over then to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water out of it before grabbing an apple out of the basket of fruit: both would come in handy later on she was sure. “I'll be back later, going to the gym!”, she called out before heading out the door, locking it behind herself.

The sun was beginning to come up but it was still pretty early, of course the gym she was going to was open all of the time for those who wanted to train or work out, so she didn't have to worry about not being able to get in. She walked quickly as she went, smiling and waving at those who passed by that were already out – likely on their way to jobs or to do some early morning shopping, and a few who were even on their way to take their children to early morning classes and daycare. She hummed as she walked which in her opinion made the trip faster.

When she reached the gym she opened the door and walked inside, enjoying the feel of the air conditioning as it hit her. She waved to the attendant who was manning the checking in desk and walked up. “Hi, Lee.”

“Hey, Jayr. Training again?”

“Of course!”

“I heard about your promotion! Congrats!”

“Thanks!”, Jayr responded as she signed herself in. She gave another wave and then took off towards the girls locker room. Once inside she found her familiar locker with the number 777 on it and put in the combination before opening it. She deposited her apple and extras inside the locker, keeping with her her bottle of cold water as well as her MP3 player and her ear bud headphones. She shut the locker and rolled the combination so that no one else could get in. After checking that the locker was indeed locked she turned and walked back into the main area of the gym.

Liking to start with strength training she walked over to the weight machines....


Word Count: 687 + 111 = 798
Stat Training Str C1 - C2: 798 / 500
Remaining Words: 298
Str C2 – C3: 298 / 600

Jayr walked over to the pin loaded weight machine: it was a simple enough contraption that would allow her to work out the majority of her upper body and let her pack on some much needed muscle for the punches and general strength that she was looking to have. Jayr preformed a series of quick stretches, stretching herself out from top to bottom to ensure she didn't do any damage to her muscles before she began.

She sat down then at the weight machine she had chosen, ignoring everyone else who was working out around her, and ignoring the looks thrown her way by some of the other far more beefier guys who were nearby working out. Snide comments were uttered such as “Isn't she a little too young to be in here?” and “She's going to break herself, boys” but Jayr paid them no mind as she popped her ear buds in and started up her MP3 player. The music began to play and she turned it up a bit so she could tune out the majority of what was being said.

Jayr started herself out with low weight and high reps, completely tuning out the world around her as she worked. She pushed herself past limits she had reached previously, ensuring that she actually worked out her muscles instead of giving up like some people did at the moment they first felt the burn. Every few sets of reps Jayr would stop, switch the weight to add a little bit more, and then continue on. When Jayr was sure she felt the burn rather well she stopped, picked up her water bottle off of the floor and cracked it open. She took a swig of the cold clear liquid while using her free hand to run it across her brow and wipe the sweat off.

She was sure she was red in the face and covered in sweat but she didn't care at all. She popped the lid back onto her bottle and glanced around: several of the men who had been looking at her before still were, though with more respect then had been on their faces previously. Smirking to herself she got up, went over to the rack that held paper towels and cleaning solution and wiped her sweat off of the machine after giving it a good spray. When it was clean and dry Jayr returned the bottle of cleaner and threw away the used paper towels before moving onward to a leg press, water bottle in hand and music still blaring.

She set her weight on the leg press before placing her water bottle down and having a seat. She started low and slow just as she had done before, working a lower weight with high rep: it would help her build muscle without becoming one of those females who were so bulky and built that they were sick looking. When Jayr began to feel the burn she would work it for a bit before pausing, increasing the weight gradually, and then continue on. She did this several times until she was sure her legs absolutely couldn't take anymore. Like before when she stopped she went over, grabbed some paper towels and a spray bottle and sprayed down the machine before wiping it clean and dry. She returned the bottle once more, tossed the paper towels in the garbage and then stretched a bit before grabbing her water bottle, taking the lid off, and taking another swig.

Jayr wiped more sweat off of her brow and set her water bottle down to the side. She pulled her hair back and up into a ponytail, enjoying the immediate coolness that fell upon the back of her neck from having her hair up on a ponytail and off of it. She then picked her water bottle back up and left the weight section of the gym in favor of the cardio section.

She glanced around while biting her lip, debating on where exactly she wanted to begin: there were stationary bikes, treadmills, and other equipment. Figuring she would start easy she headed over to one of the bikes and sat down. She popped her water bottle into the cup holder, cranked her music up and got started....

Word Count: 711 + 298 = 1,009
Str C2 – C3: 1,009 / 600
Remaining: 409
Spd D3 – C: 409 / 300
Remaining: 109
Spd C – C1: 109 / 400

Jayr peddled for nearly half an hour before her legs began to scream in pain from the amount of exercise she had put them through. Knowing better than to push herself past this mark – she knew it could cause serious injury after all – she slowed her pedaling down to a stop. She picked up her water bottle while remaining seated on the bike for a moment and downed the rest of the contents after unscrewing the cap. She placed the cap back on, got up, and tossed it into the garbage can before picking up the cleaning spray and some paper towels. She sprayed the seat and handle bars of the bike and then wiped them down until they were clean and dry. She placed the spray bottle back on the proper rack and threw the paper towel away.

She turned then and walked through the main area of the gym and back to the woman's locker room. Once at her locker she put the combination in again and opened the door. She grabbed out the apple and the rest of her belongings and pulled her bag over her shoulder. Figuring she would be more comfortable showering at home she headed out the gym. She waved goodbye to the attendant and walked outside.

She took her time as she walked down the street, eating her apple as she did so and disposing of the core into a nearby garbage can. When she reached her house she tossed her bag in a corner and grabbed a set of sweat pants and a tank top out of her dresser. She jumped in the shower, deciding to shower cold as to bring her body temperature down. When she was done she redressed and practically fell into her bed. Eyes closed as her body throbbed and she simply allowed herself to drift off into slumber, knowing she would be getting up the next day to do it all over again....

Word Count: 328 + 109 = 437
Spd C – C1: 437 / 400
Remaining: 37