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NOAH.‌

“Sometimes I’m jealous with how people are able to do this like … The amount of skill it would take to even come up with the concept and colour palette. I wish I had that.” Noah could at least draw, but they were small doodles he had a special sketchbook for that he would pull out on the rainy days, simply passing the day on his boat allowing the time to drift by. “What? Are you suggesting we’re old now? Speak for yourself, Whitmore.” 

"As if you don’t have enough skills - let’s leave some for other people,” Sasha teased gently with a grin on her lips. She had experienced his cooking skills, something the redhead herself could only dream of. Not that she was bad at it, but there was a difference between cooking as a hobby and cooking after you went to culinary school. “Are you saying you want to go and be surrounded by a hoard of people who are probably at least ten years younger than us?”

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CERYS.

Ever since her encounter with Mr. Creepy and Unwanted, her father had made sure she was going to put some time into classes that would help defend her next time, one of them being martial arts. She thought she was going to hate it and truthfully she was absolutely exhausted at the end of class but she had loved every minute of it. While everyone dispersed to go home or do some cooling down training downstairs, she took her time putting on her vest as she wanted to talk to the instructor before leaving. She had hurried inside just in time for the start of the class that she didn’t have the time to properly introduce herself as the new member of the group, and she figured that would only be the most decent thing to do. “That class was amazing.” Cerys said after drinking some of the water from her bottle, towel draped over her shoulder she had just used to wipe the sweat from her brow. “I’m Ciri, by the way, this was my first class.” 

After a few minutes, the studio was empty again and the last participant of Sasha’s class approached her for a quick post-workout chat. The redhead loved connecting with her participants, it was one of her favorite parts of the job, especially when she managed to ignite a fire in them that they hadn’t known was inside them. She had noticed a few new faces in today’s class, the young woman in front of her being one of them. “Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she smiled. “I was going to ask if you were new, I don’t think I’ve seen you in my class before. but that explains it. You were doing pretty well for a first-timer. If you keep it up, you’ll have great technique in no time!”

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SELENA‌.

“I can’t imagine a situation that would call for a dire need for – - what are those? Gloves? Hand… tape?”  Seemed like it, though Selena had only taken a cursory glance toward the unintentionally discarded baggage. “Unless you’re planning on being in a street fight after brunch.”

At least the woman was aware – - or seemed aware, at any rate - – that she’d dropped something most curious. When the identity of the object was confirmed, Selena fought to school her expression. Were they expected to talk about just why a stranger was carrying wrist wraps? It seemed as such. “No, you aren’t the type,” she admitted, “but I won’t pretend to be the best judge of those kinds of things.” It was only appropriate to root herself to her spot, adjusting her grip on her handbag as she eyed the stranger. “So what’ve you got them for, anyway? Are you training, or…?”

An amused chuckle left Sasha at the blonde’s mention of a street fight. “Not quite.” The wraps had fallen out of a half-open pocket of her gym bag and she was just glad that someone had told her that she had almost lost them. “I am, actually. Well, sort of,” she said and cleared her throat a moment after. “I’m an instructor and personal trainer and I give classes in mixed martial arts, both non-contact and with contact,” she explained, pretty sure that she was probably just giving too much information to a stranger who didn’t even really care. Plus, she was still late. “I’m actually pretty late to today’s session, I’ll probably have to give my client a complimentary one as an apology.”

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ISABELLA.

Izzy smiled at the woman’s compliment. “ In a way, yeah. ” She chuckled. “ I’m a police officer so people don’t expect those sort of moves from a small woman. They think they can get away but I’ve managed to stop a lot more people trying to run since I’ve started training. ” She grinned, feeling proud of herself. It honestly was the last thing people expected when they saw an officer with a petite frame such as herself.

Despite her improvement, it was a shame that she couldn’t always get to the class as frequently as she liked. “ I wanted to ask if you offered one to one sessions? Because I struggle to make it to the class all the time and if we could arrange personal sessions, I might be able to train more frequently. ”

The redhead nodded, an acknowledgment in her features, which signalized that she understood where the improvement in movements came from. She smiled then, glad that the training gave the other woman such positive results. “That’s awesome!” she encouraged, genuinely happy about how it also seemed to have an impact on the brunette’s confidence. 

Naturally, Sasha’s interest was piqued once the other mentioned one to one sessions. While she enjoyed teaching group exercise classes, it was the personal training sessions that got her more money in and allowed her to help people with their technique much more than in a group setting, “Yeah I do! We can set up a trial session if you’d like. You know, just to see whether we’d be a good match to train together.”

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SOPHIE‌.

Sophie was glad when the redhead explained the shot and she gave her an impressed look, “coffee, cream and liquor, go big or go home, I like it,” she grinned, ordering them fromt he bartender. She pulled out the barstool next to her, hoping that the other woman would take the hint. Sophie was glad that her line seemed to have gone down pretty well, she had no gaydar but she just went with the assumption that everyone was interested in her, sure it had some downfalls but it had worked for her thus far. “I mean my other option was tripping you up or spilling something on you, this seemed a better bet.”

“Hey, if you’re buying, might as well,” the redhead quipped with a shrug as she sat down on the barstool next to the other woman when she was silently prompted. Admittedly, she wasn't usually one to just accept anyone buying her a drink, but given the fact that the blonde seemed familiar in a way, she had accepted easily. "Neither option would have gone down very well,” Sasha admitted, grinning in the other woman’s direction. “Now, I swear this is not a line, but I feel like we’ve met before? I think I remember your face, but I’m not sure where from.”

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EVIE.

The show was exhausting and definitely kept Evie in shape but she really enjoyed working on her strength with Leah, whilst the show focused on her stamina. As Leah offered the choices Evie nodded, “yeah I’ll go shower and meet you out by the desk,” she agreed, that way she could grab her phone and make sure the session fit in with her work schedule. She headed off back to the changing rooms, showering quickly and getting dressed into her comfy clothes as she now had no plans for the rest of the day. She then headed out to the reception. She pulled out her phone as she approached Leah.

Sasha herself stayed behind for a moment to chat to some of the other participants and give some guidance. She gathered her equipment, her microphone, and her towel after everyone had left the studio and headed over to the reception area of the gym to fill out the instructor form that would tell the gym the number of participants that had attended, the length of the class, and all the other details they needed to know. When the redhead saw Evie approaching, she pulled out her phone in return, ready to open up the calendar app. “Do you wanna sit down over there?” she asked, pointing towards a bunch of cushioned chairs in the corner of the entrance hall.

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ABOUT THE MUSE.

General:

Full name: Leah Whitmore / birthname Sasha Ruvelle Age: 33 Date of Birth: July 8th Zodiac: Cancer Gender: cis-female Sexuality: homosexual Eye colour: blue Hair colour: red Height: 175cm / 5′9 Scars: upper lip, accident when she was a kid Piercings: ears Burns: none that are still visible Specific details: freckles pretty much everywhere, including arms, chest, hands

Favourite…

Colour: blue Hair colour: brunette Eye colour: doens’t have a favorite Song:  changes constantly Movie: On the basis of sex T.V. Show: Rupaul’s Drag Race  Food: pasta Drink: fanta and coke mixed Video Game: mario party or mario kart, but she gets real competitive Place: new york city Animal: dog Ice cream flavour: hazelnut soda/pop:  fanta fruit twist

Have you…

Had sex: yes Had sex in public: no Gotten pregnant: no Kissed a boy: yes Kissed a girl:  yes Gotten into a fight: yes Gotten tattoos: no Gotten piercings: yes Smoked: yes Gotten drunk: yes Used drugs:  no Had a broken heart: yes Been in love:  yes Needed surgery: no Stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes Licked a lamppost in winter:  yes

Are you…

A virgin: no A cuddler: yes A kisser: yes Scared easily: yes Jealous easily: depends Trustworthy: yes Dominant: sometimes Submissive: sometimes In love: no Single: yes Taken: no Considered mean: no

Random questions.

Who did you kiss last: a woman from a dating app; not the best thing in the world Last text sent: a client Drove a car: done that Have/had a job: yes Gotten fired from a job: yes Mommy’s or daddy’s boy/girl: Mom back in the day

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SOPHIE.

Sophie had seen the other woman a few times out at bars but she’d also attended a couple of the red head’s workout classes, though they were a little out of Sophie’s skill level. She had no idea what the woman was on about when she picked her shot and the look of total confusion on her face summed that up. “B-52? What is that?” she asked, she had been expecting an order of tequila or whisky or sambuca if they were feeling particularly adventurous. At the second question Sophie nodded, “probably more often than I should,” she declared, “especially when I want an excuse to talk to them.”

The amused chuckle coming from the redhead when she saw the confusion on the blonde’s face was inevitable. Admittedly, it might just not be the most common shot to choose in the world, but she happily explained. “Coffee liquor, Irish cream, and orange liquor.” Sasha had acquired a taste for it back when she had been attending Julliard -- perhaps the other drama students she had been around had just been a little bit over the top. A single brow was rising at the blonde’s next words, though that was quickly followed by a grin. “So you needed an excuse to talk to me, is that what you’re saying?”

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EVIE.

The class had exhausted Evie but what she loved about Leah’s classes was that she left the hall feeling powerful and strong. Ever since that day with Cerys Evie had felt pretty weak but classes with Leah were helping her reclaim her strength and she appreciated that. As she left she grinned at Leah, “that class was killer, thanks,” she grinned. “I’m working on sunday but can I book in another session?” she asked. 

One of Sasha’s favorite things about being a group fitness instructor and personal trainer was the way it allowed her to connect with people. Of course it was always great to have a client who did one-on-one sessions with you attend your classes from time to time; after all, seeing a friendly and familiar face could really help push her to make the class the best she could. Letting her participants down was not an option. Evie had been a client of hers for the past few months now and she had been making great progress -- something that also showed when she decided to attend one of the group classes. The redhead grinned back at the other. “Wait until tomorrow when your abs are gonna speak to you, let’s see whether you’ll still wanna thank me then,” she quipped, then nodded at Evie’s question. “Sure, can you hang around for a few minutes? I’ll just say bye to the rest of this lot and then I can check my schedule. Or you could come and meet me at reception after a shower, up to you!”

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SOPHIE.

Sophie didn’t often get messily drunk but today was one of those days where she truly let her hair down. The two friend’s she had arrived with had found a pair of equally drunk guys and had all stumbled off somewhere leaving Sophie to fend for herself, something she was more than happy to do. Making friends whilst intoxicated was one of Sophie’s favourite things to do. She grabbed the hand of a nearby person, tugging it just enough to get their attention before letting go, “I’m getting shots, want one?” she asked, “pick your poison,” raising an eyebrow as if challenging them to some kind of non-existant competition. 

It wasn’t often that Sasha’s weekends included a night out, considering that she had a very physically demanding job that required her to be at her A-game every day. Today, however, she had decided to allow herself one of those rare nights -- one that was made even rarer by the fact that she was completely by herself When did that ever happen, really? She was pretty much ready to give the person he felt pulling at her hand a piece of her mind, but then she was offered a shot by a person whose face she recognized. The only question was: where from? Against her better judgement, Sasha gave the blonde a smile, nodding. “B-52?” she suggested for the shot, accepting the offer. “Do you always offer drinks to people you barely know?”

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ISABELLA.

Izzy tried to get herself to a fitness class whenever she could, but with the erratic shift patterns of her job, it wasn’t always easy. Still, she made the time when she had it. She had tried all sorts of classes, Yoga, HIIT training, weight training to name a few but martial arts had quickly became her favourite. Mostly because it made her feel like a badass.

She had been attending Leah’s class for a while now and she was really starting to notice a difference in her strength and stamina on the job, so it must have been doing something good. She just wished she could attend the classes more frequently. Sunday would be no good because she would be working the graveyard shift Saturday night, patrolling London’s streets. And because it was the weekend, the streets got pretty rowdy and she already knew her shift would not be ending on time. It never did at the weekend, thanks to people who liked to drink far too much, take illegal substances and get themselves in all kinds of trouble.

With her sweat towel draped around her neck, Izzy picked up her gym bag and headed over to Leah. “ Thank you so much for that class. ” The brunette gushed. “ It was amazing! ”

When Sasha had first started instructing classes, it had been nothing short of nerve-racking. Sure, she had been used to having to perform in front of people on stage, however, that was something completely different. On stage she was portraying a character; when instructing classes, she had to be completely herself. And so, Sasha’s nerves had been ever so prominent when she had first started this job. Now, eight months after she had started doing this full time, she was a seasoned professional and the nerves had been replaced by excitement. While it wasn’t what she had intended to do with her life, her passion for martial arts and combat inspired workouts had been something she was able to build upon, which she would always be grateful for. It wasn’t the same, but at least she wasn’t completely miserable.

Plus, it was always nice to see people coming back to attend her class regularly. Seeing people improve in technique, speed, and strength and learning to nail certain strikes and kicks after struggling for a while was always something she felt like celebrating with them, especially when she’d had an impact on their journey. She was, of course, always happy to chat to her participants, especially when they were regulars like the brunette approaching her. The redhead gave the woman a smile. “You’re welcome, it’s always nice to see you coming back -- your technique has improved massively; have you been practicing on your own?”

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location: one of the gyms Leah gives classes at -- one is in Southwark, one is in Battersea and one is in Shoreditch. time: Friday evening.

It had been about eight months since Sasha had moved from the states to London to start a new life, new name and everything  -- not that it had been by choice; witness protection had made it necessary. The truth was, she was still struggling with it, the loneliness getting to her more often than not. Having left her dream career behind, she had ended up pursuing her past passion for martial arts and fitness, now working as a gym instructor and personal trainer full-time. While it kept her sane and afloat, it certainly wasn't what she had wanted to do with her life. But, truly, she couldn't change it anymore at this point. It was Friday evening, her martial arts based group exercise class had just ended and she made her way over to the studio door, her red hair pulled back into a now rather messy ponytail. "Well done, team, give yourself a big round of applause! My name is Leah, I'll be at the door for questions and feedback, but mostly for high fives -- you know, if you’re interested in a sweaty one,” she grinned. “I hope you all have a lovely weekend if I don't see you for my Sunday class." And with that, she opened the door and waited for people to pass her, holding out her hand for high fives and giving each one of her participants a radiant smile. 

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NOAH.

“They’ve truly upped their game, haven’t they?” Noah asked to the one next to him who happened to have been staring at the mural someone had sprayed upon the wall. He’d never tried graffiti himself, and some of it was something he’d consider vandalism, but he was actually impressed by this one. He figured it had to have been approved, as it was promoting a club that was to open soon. He wondered if the club’s decor was similar to this spray work. “Almost tempted to go, what about you?” 

“I mean, I’ve always been impressed with the talent of some of these people, but this is honestly incredible!” she agreed with him, unable to take her eyes off the piece. The colors worked harmoniously together and it was truly eye-catching in every way -- which was probably why she would even go as far as saying she would hire the artist for a piece at her own place. A hum left her as the idea about going to the advertised club was presented. “I don’t know, Noah, I almost feel like my clubbing days are over,” the redhead chuckled as she peeled her eyes from the colorful wall and looked over at him. 

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SELENA.

location: a crosswalk. anywhere. i didn’t think this through. time: mid-afternoon

Selena had never been particularly good at minding her own business – - in all reality, she made it her business to keep her hands on as much gossip as possible - – but she made an exception, for the most part, when she was out in public. Unless something happened within a certain radius, she would gladly go about her business as if nothing happened. So it was unusual that she might be in good enough spirits to take notice of something unfortunate taking place in her vicinity. Bearing an umbrella in one hand and her wallet in another meant that she couldn’t directly help a stranger when she saw something slip from a pocket or purse – - she hadn’t been paying that much attention - – but she did scurry the few paces to catch up to the person at a crosswalk. “You’ve dropped something. Just over there.” A beat, “I think it was you, anyway,” And another. “I’d have grabbed it for you, but my hands are full.”

Sasha was usually a big fan of punctuality; it was very rare that one could find a moment where she was late to anything, no matter whether it was a meeting with a friend, work, an event, anything, really. Today, however, was the first time since she had started her job at the gym that she was a good fifteen minutes late. The reason: Mowgli, her Siberian husky. Truly, she had always thought of herself as dramatic, but her dog, frankly, took the cake. This wasn’t the first time he had faked not feeling well just because he knew his owner had to go to work, but it had by far been the most believable. Well, until he had completely snapped back into his old self ten minutes later, thinking he had succeeded. And so she was at this point almost running from the tube station towards her place of employment, unaware that she had just accidentally lost her finger wraps. It was only when someone spoke to her that she realized what had happened. “Oh, gosh!” she exclaimed, shaking her head at herself, yet grateful the blonde had said something. “Thank you, I would have been so screwed without them!” Quickly she jogged back to where she had dropped the fabric, returning to her previous spot a moment later. “I know I’m not exactly the person you’d expect to be carrying wrist wraps.” After all, she didn’t exactly look like the typical person practicing martial arts.

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