Gym, Sat morning

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Angel would have preferred to sleep in as a rule, but sometimes what he wanted and what he got were two entirely different things.

Not wanting to toss and turn, and feeling too restless to stay in the room, Angel got dressed in black sweats, a white wifebeater, a black hoodie, and made his way down to the gym.

Once there he took in all the equipment. He looked longingly towards a heavybag. His left hand, which sported a smaller bandage than it had all week but was still bandaged, clenched. What he wanted was to attack the bag until he was exhausted but, again, what he wanted and what he got were two entirely different things. Even he had to admit that that was more than his damaged hand could handle.

Something calmer then.

Angel stripped off the hoodie and dumped it over by the wall. Shoes and socks were next. He walked over to an empty space on the gym floor, closed his eyes, and centered himself. He tried - not successfully, but tried - to banish all of the thoughts that were weighing him down. That done, he began to practice his Tai Chi forms.

It had been a while since he'd done this. His movements began roughly. But the more he did it the smoother he became. After a while, he even began to remember what it felt like to be calm.

[ooc: open to interaction if anybody wants it, or the vamp can ignore you if you need the gym to yourself for whatever reason]

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"Unable to control yourself..." Angel's hand began to move absently up and down the wooden sword.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Not wanting to control yourself..." Callisto's eyes unconsciously followed the movement of Angel's hand on his sword.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Struggling, but not really meaning it..."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Rally, all you want to do is give in..."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Submit..."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Surrender..."

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Angel's hand lingered at the tip top of the sword. "They - uh - have showers here?"

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Callisto blinked. "Uh, yeah, over, that way."

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Angel's hand clutched the sword tighter. "Good to know."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto swallowed before answering. "Yeah, because showers are...useful."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Cool you down, if you happened to need cooling."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Which you do, after a really good session."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Especially if you got all worked up."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"If you're not worked up and sweaty by the end, you're not doing it right."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

There was a loud clatter as Angel dropped the wooden sword onto the floor.

"Ahem. Oops?"

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Callisto at the sound, then started scratching at her neck, which was turning a lovely shade of pink. "That's okay, happens to everybody sometimes."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Not me!"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"There's no shame in it, even the best get a little... overexcited on occasion."

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"It is totally not my fault. It's just been a while since I've... talked about swordfighting."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Well, only way to fix that is to keep... talking."

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"Yes, but I have... problems. With talking."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"There's a lot of help availble nowdays for those kind of problems. With talking."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah but I can't get too good at talking or - um - it gets unpleasant."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Are there, uh, stages of good talking you can reach before any unpleasantness ensues?"

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Angel's voice did not crack as he said "Maybe?"