Gym, evening

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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]

Comments

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I'd say no problem, but it's actually a damn shame. But I'd rather be friends with you than see you turn into a monster and feel honor-bound to kill you. I'm oddly against homicidal maniacs. So... what do you do for fun?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"This," Angel indicated the punching bag. "Movies. Hockey. Ballet - um, watching, not performing."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Now, that's a shame. I love a good pas de deux. So, you play hockey, or just watch? 'Cause it sounds like you do a lot of just-watching."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hockey I play," Angel said. "Actually trying to be on the team, though I guess I missed practice yesterday due to that spell."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"There's a hockey team? That sounds like fun. Enthusiastic and physical and... okay, okay, reining in the hey. But playing hockey sounds like a good way to work off energy."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Patrolling's a good one too," Angel said. "Haven't had much chance to do that while I've been here though."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Patrolling? For what? And that's usually a solo act, too. Solo is boring."

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Angel looked as though he secretly agreed with that sentiment but didn't feel he could say so out loud. "For danger. Back home it's usually vamps and demons. Of course here it's the half-demons who are the most trouble."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"What is the other half?" Jack asked curiously.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"What?" Angel blinked. "Oh. Human. Half-demon, half-human. Friend of my unsouled self. Prefers me evil."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack frowned and filed the information away. "This is a really weird town, right?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"It's not that different from where I'm from," Angel said, "but yes."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack frowned, thinking. "I'm getting used to that. Presumably, I was already. But... yeah. Memory go poof."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"That sucks," Angel said. "I kinda go through something like that when the soul comes in. Eventually I remember everything but at first it's hard to know where I am. Are you doing okay? Anything I can do to help?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

[[Off to bed... is sad that Jack is alone... lonely...]]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[[*tucks you in* ]]