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Aeryn Sun ([personal profile] can_be_more) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-02-02 08:55 am

The gym, after second period

Stepping into the gym, Aeryn thinks it might have been a good idea to get down here more this week. She has enough faith in her own capabilities, but still, it never hurts to be prepared.

She pulls her gloves on, and starts hitting the punching bag. Too bad it can't fight back.

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Lee comes in a few minutes later for a quick workout. He waves and smiles politely at Aeryn. "Good to see you!" he says.

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Keeping busy?" he asks, starting a series of stretches.

[identity profile] leeadama.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
He watches her curiously for a moment and then says, "of course you do," before moving on to crunches.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
After Speech, Isabel went back to her room and changed into workout gear. She wasn't sure if Aeryn would remember their conversation or not but she figured it was time to hit the gym anyway.


[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel was impressed. If the bag had been alive, it would have been curled up on the floor in the fetal position by now. "Wow, you're good."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can see why. Looks like it would hurt to be on the receiving end of one of those punches." She started to stretch, she wasn't sure what they'd do but starting out without warming up probably wasn't that great of an idea.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel looked up from where she was sitting on the floor stretching. "That's good to know the mun already gets her ass handed to her on a regular basis when she spars in RL."

She stretched her arms over her head one final time and then got to her feet. "Where do I start?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Finding Aeryn gone when he wakes up, John changes, does an errand, and heads down to the gym.

He makes his presence known by dancing behind the punching back and smiling at her.

"Did your laundry this morning."

"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"I made one small, small mistake," he says, gesturing with his thumb and pointe finger to illustrate a small mistake.

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was trying to bleach something and some of it must've accidentally spilled on one of your shirts," he explains. "I didn't notice so, when I washed your shirt, the bleach set. Now, one of your shirts has lots of little bleach spots all over it."

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Bridge wanders down to the gym.

Grabbing a wooden practice sword, he starts working through some drills. It's been months since his Weapons class, so he figures a little extra practice might be a good idea.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey Aeryn," Bridge says, moving as if to block an invisible opponent.

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-02-02 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"This probably looks really silly, doesn't it?" Bridge says, slashing at the air.