Monday, September 7th, 2009

[personal profile] bitchprince
It felt like far too long since a good Monday morning practice (despite the fact that it would bring a chittering if eager student to his door) had actually occurred, and no matter what the veracity of that feeling, Arthur was going to enjoy this one.

By going into a series of drills that would have mutilated the dummy he was working on if he'd actually been in the mood for that kind of thing. He wasn't. He was just going to wind up shaking it a lot, smacking it, giving it a good kick, aaand move on to another one since this one had fallen.

God help them all, Arthur was enjoying himself. Merlin and that armor best be doing the same over there.

...Arthur had funny ideas about what 'enjoying' involved, some days.

[[ open salle is open! ]]
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[personal profile] bitchy_smurf
Illyria had been less than pleased by finding that no one worth sparring with had been available yesterday due to how late her player pinged into that thread, shh, but she supposed she had managed some of that much-advised 'socialization' at least. Still, words, even exchanged with fellow demons, were no substitute for hitting things, no matter what the demon in question might believe, so. Here she was. At the gym.

Where there was, as Cal had promised, a punching bag. There was also a music system, and the science wasn't so advanced that she couldn't figure out how to load in Pure Disco 1.

At first I was afraid, I was petrified...

The music was nonsensical, but there was something about the words and the beat that made punching and kicking a stationary bag of sand the tiniest bit more satisfactory.

Thinkin' I could never live without you by my side....

The punching bag might not agree. Then again, it also might not survive the experience, so its opinions were of relatively low value to Illyria.

[OOC: Open like a box without a cat in it! P.S. I has a squishee. Mostly Red.]
[identity profile] onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com
Hayley fiddled with the remote again, finally getting the hang of how it worked.

She had to stop when she found one of the Elvis movies on. She even squealed with glee at seeing him on the TV.

Hayley was an easily excitable girl, yes.

[ooc: Open like sesame!]

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