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Jar woke up early, much before the other guys. Despite the rockstar-partier lifestyle he led, he always was an early riser. Normally he used the quiet early morning hours to get a workout in, preferably running through the woods and trails behind his apartment. Jar wasn’t a meathead by any standards, but keeping up his appearance for stage presence and sex appeal was important to him. Plus, sometimes he simply needed the quiet time to settle his demons and think straight.

With teeth brushed and hair finger-combed into a tantalizing ‘I just got out of bed’ look, Jar was out the door. He wore black basketball shorts and an old NIN tank top that had the sleeves and neck cut out so that it was so low-cut on the sides that it was practically like being shirtless. Jareth headed back up to the eleventh deck of the ship. Along with the Solarium 18+ pool and waterpark, this deck also sported Vitality at Sea Spa and Fitness Center, equipped with state-of the art machinery. Some of the snobby rich folk were getting seaweed wrapped massages or some shit, but Jar was just looking to get his morning run in and found the nearest treadmill.

After popping in his earbuds, Jar hopped onto the treadmill and started with a slow jog. The view out of the window was stunning, It looked like he was literally running on top of the ocean’s waves. He’d never seen such a pretty blue before… that was a lie… it looked just like her eyes. Jar shook the thought of her out of his head and turned up the volume a few more clicks, surely the screaming guitars would drown out such thoughts. Jar instead chose to think about his friends. He should apologize for bailing out on them randomly last night… but, they were close enough to know that he was prone to his [i]moods[/i].

Some amount of time had passed and Jareth found his heart beating almost as fast as the double bass pumping into his ear drums. It was time for a cooldown and Jar had managed to figure out how to gradually decrease the machine’s speed. His sweat was causing locks of hair to stick to his cheeks and neck, so he used the complimentary gym towel to wipe it off. His breath was coming in ragged puffs and he realized that he should really cut down on his smoking, which had unfortunately increased since the breakup. In need of refreshment, Jar stopped at the drink bar to grab a water or whatever tropical juice blend tickled his fancy.
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