The grounds, Thursday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia didn't go to the roof, like Pippi had said, mostly because she was trying to prove Pippi wrong, not that she'd admit that. Instead, she stepped out into the light rain and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up over her head and sat down under a tree on the grounds.

Dammit, she didn't have issues, and she did know what she was talking about. And she really hadn't been trying to make Pippi feel bad for being older than she looked or strong. She was just tired of Pippi seeming to always assume that Nadia was wrong and dumb.

She pulled her knees up to her chest and folded her arms on top of her knees, then lowered her forehead onto her arms.

The gym, Friday morning

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Aeryn's in the gym even earlier than usual today, due to the fact that it was the second night in a row she hasn't really slept, and there comes a point when trying to sleep becomes annoying. It's also the second week in a row she's down here beating the hell out of the punching bag.

[For tatooine_doofus, but open. Aeryn herself is not huge on talking, though.]

5th Floor Common Room, Early Friday Afternoon

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JD was feeling a bit depressed, what with parents weekend and his father off in Oklahoma selling pencils. So he was in the common room, drinking something that looked supiciously like an appletini and making little orgami cranes. Lots of orgami cranes.

((OOC: JD will be in here for fun and games until his brother gets around to finding him. Open in the meantime.))

The gym, after CV2

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia didn't feel up to going and finding her friends and their parents just yet. She was still feeling weird after her argument with Pippi the night before, and the fact that she knew she wouldn't have anyone there for her just made her less than enthusiastic about the whole Parents' Weekend thing.

So she headed to the gym and grabbed a quarter-staff, and was currently moving very slowly through several defensive moves, taking care to remain as calm and focused on exactly how she was moving as she could.

[ooc: open in the way that gym posts always are]