ext_100473 ([identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-02-20 12:14 pm
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The Gym, Late Monday Morning

Sleeping in was nice. Especially on such a cold morning. But as much as she'd like to spend the day as a couch potato watching the Olympics, she needs to get some exercise done. Bundled up in her sweats, iPod in hand, she headed to the Gym.

Once there, she stretched out a bit and then hit the trainer.



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[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He tries to dodge and it ends up hitting the padding of the helmet for the most part. Enough to make his head ring for a moment. She's hard to hit like this, so keeping his hands up, he makes a sweep for her legs.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Parker gets hit, and staggers back, stumbling but still game. "Damn, damn." She grins though, happy and homicidal, and says, "For that, you're buying me cocoa."

She circles him a moment, waiting for an opening, and not seeing one. Her eyes narrow, and she feints left, then punches toward his right.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure, I got a bit of money now." Cameron smirked, but winced as he fell for the feint and took the hit. He tries a side-kick at her left side.

"When and where do you want me?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
She danced out of the way, then chortled. "Mitchell, do *not* give me straight lines like that!" She's starting to get a little tired now, and she moved in for an elbow-strike, hoping to get beneath his guard. "Remember how this ended-- last time?"

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you want to kiss me, Parkie. You just have to ask," he blocked the strike and tried to get a hit in underneath her guard.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He *really* should have remembered why she offered to spar with him in the first place. Parker shook her head. "Cam-boy, when I want to kiss you, you'll know it--"

She kept her guard up, knocked his arm up and outward, and then sent a punch sailing for his gut.

"--but not today, Huggy Boy."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Umph," Cameron was pushed back and somehow ended up falling right on his ass. "Duly noted, Parkie." He grimaced a bit. "Want a victory hug?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughed. "Why don't we just tap gloves? I don't want to get my spine crushed in retaliation." Parker patted his hand with hers, then said, "Seriously, you're getting better. And the flirting doesn't hurt for a distraction. As I happen to know."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Where do you think I learned it?" Cameron got to his feet. "Thanks."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you. It's been to long. And after you're fully recovered, we'll really hit the mats." Parker winked at him and gave him a grin before shedding the equipment. "See you later, though."

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2006-02-20 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll keep you that," Cameron smirked and stripped off the gear, kinda grateful he was still in one piece for tonight. "Bye, Parkie!"
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