KESTRELS HOOOOOO!
He gritted his teeth, pushing the final lift of the barbells out of him. Charlie let out a loud sound of aggression as he managed to set the bars back onto their holders and he dropped his arms down, letting them hang lifeless off the side of the bench. Staring up at the ceiling, he wondered how the fuck it was that Drake Parkin did this sort of work out every day. He had asked his trainer to put him on a similar schedule as the Magpie Keeper, and Charlie had been leaving the workouts feeling dizzy and unable to lift his arms over his head. But, if you wanted to beat the best, you had to work like the best, right?

After a few moments of lying still to catch his breath, Charlie shimmied off the bench and sat up right, snatching his towel off the floor. Merlin's beard, this was going to take some getting used to. At least, though, he'd managed to get in a decent enough workout to satisfy Axe's regiments, and as he left the training room he wondered where all his teammates were, anyway. The Kestrels liked to scatter, and with a stadium like the one in Kenmare, it was easy to be off doing completely different and random things while the other players were off on their own.

Charlie started down the empty hallway, wiping his face with his towel and wondering if he'd ever be able to feel his shoulders again.


ooc: Kestrels!! I figure it doesn't have to be like, they all meet up in one spot, threads could tangent off of this one, etc. etc. ;)