the gym ; tuesday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

It'd been awhile since Flick had been down to the gym. Amazingly enough, he'd let himself heal up sufficiently so he wouldn't end up tearing stitches or injuring himself further. The laziness had left him feeling a little restless, if he was honest.

Now that he felt good enough, he was back down there, starting out light. The heavy bag probably hadn't missed him but Flick had missed it. He'd been big into boxing when he'd been in military school and that enjoyment hadn't dimmed when he'd ended up on the streets in New York and then in Mandel Academy.

Maybe he'd move onto some Krav Maga or Brazilian jiujitsu in a few moments but maybe not. He actually liked boxing better than everything else he'd learned. And he thought he was better at it to boot.

So, time to give the heavy bag a beating and stop himself from turning into a doughy bum.

"It's a little tiring to just hear you whine."

Flick's fist nearly slid past the heavy bag when the voice came out of nowhere. He looked around, hands up held in a defensive stance, just in case. When he didn't immediately see anyone, he figured this had to be something similar to when he'd heard Jude and what he'd seen with Sparkle last night.

Still. Flick slowly went back to what he'd been doing, beating on the heavy bag and keeping an ear out for anymore uninvited voices.

[Open post and place, of course. Oh, vampire!Hannibal.]

5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

[spin_kick_snap]

After a terrible day in class, Kathy just wanted to do nothing more than forget that today had ever happened. That, combined with the fiercest hunger pangs she'd ever had, had her limping down the hall to the common room on her floor, ordering more pizzas than she ever had in her life. And then some Chinese food. And a bit of Mexican to go along with, even though she had feelings about what they considered Mexican around here.

She also paid extra to have it all delivered upstairs because there was no way she could make it all the way downstairs and back up on her ankle.

The food arrived around the same time she found something watchable on TV; some anime that pitted giant robots with laser against tiny animals with magic that lived in bubbles. Or something. Look, it was very badly dubbed, which pretty much made it perfect.

By the time she'd watched the first three episodes, she'd inhaled three pizzas, two containers of lo mein, and four quesadillas. Not that she'd noticed that. With all the remaining food, it was hard to keep track!

[Open!]