Gym, evening

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

After what felt like a far too long day of doing many things that Angel wished that he hadn't - such as get out of bed and actually interact with people, just to pick a random example - Angel decided to head down to the gym.

His left hand was finally healed, or as healed as it was going to be, which meant that he could attack the heavybag with as much force as it could take.

Anyone watching him might be surprised to notice that after a while there was no sign of Angel's usual hesitations, slouching, or stumbling. He moved like a dancer - an actual dancer - with every muscle doing exactly what he wanted it to.

They also might be taken aback by the vehemence of his kicks and punches.

Sublimation? What's that?

[ooc: interrupt him if you wish. Or he can ignore you if you need to be alone in the gym]

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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Coming into the gym to de-stress after the Band Recital, Callisto paused when she saw Angel. "Evening," she nodded before taking up position in front of the crazy bag.

She might have hit the bag a little harder than really necessary.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel grunted something that might have been a reply. He hit the bag harder.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"So, have fun yesterday?" Callisto batted the bag to the side with a particularly vicious punch.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah." Punch. "Tons." Kick. "Love being under the influence of a spell." Punch, kick, kick, punch.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Must have been some spell." Callisto ground out. "According to the radio you managed to hit on just about everything that moved."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much." Kick, punch, kick. The last one made the bag rattle on its heavy chains.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Even managed to get in some action with Bel, so I hear."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel stopped and grabbed a hold of the bag. He looked like he was thinking of hitting it with his head now. Repeatedly. "Don't remind me."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Just bringing it up, because considering that there's a certain amount of...let's call it ill-will there, that's pretty impressive."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna eyed another punching bag wearily, and began to go through a series of punches, not noticing anything around her.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel glanced in Alanna's direction. He gave a nod of greeting but didn't interrupt if she wanted to be left alone.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

It's unbecoming for a young lady to mutter profanities at the punching bag. Then again, it's unbecoming to be punching in the first place. Alanna took a send to breath and nodded at Angel. "You see my cat?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel shook his head. "Not today, sorry. He was in the common room last night. Second floor."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna smirked at that and launched a kick at the bag. "I know, I was there with him. Good show."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel groaned. "I didn't hit on you too, did I?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna's smirk grew deeper. "You should've kept a list." She punched the bag. "And I'd like to think that if you did, you'd remember it. By the bruises that you would have recieved."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Pretty sure the radio made a list for me," Angel said, ruefully. "Unfortunately John refused to stake me this morning as an early Christmas present."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack came down to the gym. If he had his memory, he would remember completely sucking at boxing with Cam last Friday. But he didn't, so he came down looking for someonething to do.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel was vaguely aware of a new person showing up, but was temporarily too into his workout to notice who it was. He gave a vague grunt of greeting to be polite.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack might be lacking his memory, but he still had a functioning... set of eyes. He watched Angel for a few moments, then wandered over. Angel hadn't looked around, so Jack considered his ass for a minute. Given what he'd heard on the radio, Jack decided a frontal assault wasn't the best bet, so he went for subtly. "Want me to hold anything for you?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Snerk]

"Nah, I'm good," Angel replied. He then saw who it was in his peripheral vision. "Oh, hey, Jack." There was a pause. Then realization set in. "Oh! Hey... Jack."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I hope that's a good 'hey' and not a 'please go away and we'll speak of this no more' hey. I take it yesterday was... interesting for you?" Jack leaned against the nearest vertical surface and offered a smile.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Good hey," Angel said. He grabbed onto the bag before it could swing back and hit him in the face. "Just - um - not that good of a... hey. Not - not that you weren't good. With the heying."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I'm good. You're fantastic. With the heying. And anyone with that much hey talent has an obligation to exercise it. Right?" Jack stared at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, I've had a lot of pract - um - " Angel covered his face with his hand. He prayed for an apocalypse to help change the subject. When one didn't come he plunged ahead with the awkward. "Um - heh. Okay. Funny story. I actually... can't. Hey. Like I used to."