Gym, Early Saturday Afternoon

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto is alone in the gym.

Gripping an upside-down lacrosse stick in each hand, she's moving through what appear to be some sort of sword forms.

She probably wouldn't mind some sort of company...

[ooc: Come and play with me...Callisto won't bite. Unless you're certain members of the undead.]

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Would so send him over if I wasn't busy at work today. They could make out spar on the mats. Perhaps some other day?]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Sure thing. Callisto's always up for making out sparring with Angelus.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Them. Weapons. Working up a sweat. Oh yeah, nothing that can go wrong there.]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Of course not, these two kids are the very model of restraint and decorum.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Precisely. Especially when they know there's a good chance they'll get caught. They'd never do anything they'd regret then.]

[demonbelthazor]

[OOC: No, not at all.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Oi!]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Perish the thought. And neither ot them would ever consider the danger of getting caught just that tiny bit exhilarating.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Of course not! Just as Bel is in no way getting off on watching them. *evil grin*]

[demonbelthazor]

[OOC: Next time I'm bringing a camera.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Wouldn't that get in the way of you joining in?]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Callisto could hold onto the camera for him, because she's considerate like that.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Generous to a fault, that girl]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I'm sure Bel wouldn't really do that, or ever think of selling the pictures to The Tentacle.]

[demonbelthazor]

[OOC: No, because that would be wrong.]

[demonbelthazor]

Bored and looking for something to do, Belthazor wandered by the gym. He heard noises from inside and poked his head in. Seeing Callisto all hot and sweaty working out, he stepped inside the gym, leaning casually against the wall and watching her.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*without missing a beat, Callisto called out to Belthazor*

Enjoying the show? Sorry, it's not as interesting as the last one.

[demonbelthazor]

"You got some nice moves," Belthazor said. "Don't they have any real pointy objects around to play with? Might be if you lost the leather."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*shrugs*

Sadly, not outside of fencing club. Even then, you're not allowed to do anything really fun. That's the second time in as many days someone's suggested that to me. What's with the obsession for public nudity around here?

[demonbelthazor]

"Well, that's a shame," Belthazor said. "It's just not the same with wooden sticks." Well, it's not like your outfit leaves anything to the imagination anyway.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

I know.

*shakes head ruefully*

You have to hit that much harder, and it's so messy. It does cover up that interestingly shaped birthmark on my...nevermind, not important.

[demonbelthazor]

"Why don't you toss me one of those sticks and show me what you got?" Belthazor said. Sure I didn't catch a glimpse of that in the closet?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*tosses Belthazor one of the stick and bows*

Be my guest. Reasonably. If you'd been few minutes later, who's to tell?

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor caught the stick and swung it a few times, testing its weight. He returned Callisto's bow and settled into a beginning stance. "Let's go," he said. Next time hopefully my timing will be better.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*deciding to give Belthazor a chance to warm up, Callisto aimed a relatively slow swing at his midsection*

What makes you so sure there'll be a next time?