Gym, Tuesday morning

[demonbelthazor]

One might say that Bel was full of aggression this morning by the way he was viciously attacking the punching bag. Phoebe hadn't come back to the room that night after their...was it even a fight? After she'd run out of the room because he wouldn't talk to her about the weird feelings she was picking up from him. He wasn't surprised she hadn't come home; he hoped Lana was taking care of her.

How the hell was he going to work this out? Stupid boycrush. Stupid empathic powers of the girlfriend. Stupid Bel.

For now, punching would do.


[ooc: Gym is open.]

Salle - Tuesday Lunchtime

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

After First Aid, Peter hurried down to the salle.  When he saw Willow wasn't there yet, he stretched quickly and pulled his sword out of the weapons locker to run through some moves that he'd been working out in his head last night.  

His balance seemed off for one particular sequence of movements and he worked it again and again.  It was times like this that he missed having a friend trained in the same style.  Figuring out what one was doing wrong took three times as long when you had to figure it out for yourself.

The Gym; Late Tuesday Afternoon (post-workshops)

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

To say that Sakurazaki was a little nervous about this was an understatement. However, she knew that if she had rushed straight into the salle with her wings out to practise with Yuunagi, there could be trouble. She had to refamiliarize herself with her flight techniques slowly, by the use of the practise swords in the gym. Besides, there was much more room in the gym than down in the salle, so she'd have more space to work with, and it was much to hot to take it outside with a stick.

Sakurazaki was working on her tougher forms again, but this time, she was doing them in the air, in flight. And hoping that she hadn't missed some rule about such training. She figured she was at least out of everyone's way like this.



[[ gym is open ]]

Rooftop - Tuesday round sunset

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean lugged his camera and the things he needed to set up the photos he wanted to take up onto the roof, along with a small cooler with ice and drinks and munchies for afterwards. He looked around, picking out the best angles and waited for his model to show up.


[OOC: locked to the girlfriend]