G Ward Gym/Fitness Center

Nero entered the weight room at his usual time. He seemed to keep his days planned out, yet the weight room was somewhere he frequently visited. Upon entering, his visible eden green eye settled upon a blonde haired inmate. Nero paused in the door way for a moment observing this new face, but true to his nature, he said nothing and approached an open bench in front of the mirror wall.

Nero pulled off his jacket and let it drop to the floor. He adjusted his treasured dog tag necklace before he bent down and lifted up two heavy round disks and slipped them on the ends of the metal bench press bar. Nero laid himself down on the black cushioned bench and gripped the bar above him. Nero released a breath before he picked the bar up, hovered it away from the rack, then he went on to bring it down to touch his chest proceeding to push it slowly back up. Rep after rep Nero focused his chest, shoulders, and triceps on pushing the heavy bar up and slowly lowering it back down.

After Nero's set reps were finally met, he moved the bar back and hooked it back onto the rack. Nero sat himself up and gave himself a momentary break in order to keep from straining himself. He could feel the shimmering sweat starting to appear on his chest and forehead. Nero swiped up his near by towel and tapped it against the damp parts of his body. Next on today's workouts were Cross Overs. Nero located the nearest exercise band and retrieved it off the ground. Next he walked back over to his bench press and wrapped the band around the post in order for it to stay stationary. Facing away from the post, Nero held onto the band's handles and took a few steps forward to create tension on the band.

Nero paused from pulling his bands. He met his eye with her bright green ones. This inmate was relatively small and her body seemed fragile. What did this girl do to end up in a merciless place like this? Although, Nero was not about to believe she was innocent just by the way she looked, but it was against his values to not help someone in need. "Of course." Nero released his handles and let them hang against the post. "What are you interested in learning?"

Nero nodded at her request. Self defense, huh? The common issue with fights is both opponents like to jump straight into offence, but where's the logic behind that? Your body weakens quicker and your chances of winning seem less and less likely. For a starter like her, Nero would teach her his technique of breaking down a situation, but before that her greeting was still lingering un-replied to. "Nero." He was not used to exchanging his name with others, he never really wanted to. However it would have been rude of him not to at least give Kin his name. "Every opponent you face will have different attacks, endurance levels, and weaknesses. You have to detect these in order to use them to your advantage." Nero rolled his shoulders and took a slow, steady breath. "Keep yourself relaxed, if you let fear numb your senses then you're a sitting duck."

Nero nodded. It had happen many times in the Carnival of Corpse; Newbies either overly confident, or overly afraid. In the end their fates were all the same- penalty game. Nero took in Kin's body language. It was as if she was...nervous, of him? Well, I suppose it would not be first time someone reacted that way, Nero thought. His intentions were not harmful in anyway, yet how would she know such a thing, especially since Nero refused to let anyone in. The only thing Nero could do to try to make her more comfortable was to add a hint of leniency to his voice, "Now it's important to be light on your feet, keep your mind focused and movements swift."